Pigimichi pt. 1: "Santa Rosa"

by Pigimichi

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1.
Floating on mountains of Ice I can climb, you can tell all your mothers that we were afraid. Floating down faster to oceans of space, tell all your beautiful words to my face. What, what, what is that, white giant, in the sky, what are those cows and turkeys. Can we keep going like Rasmussen could, feasting on fat of the land of the woods. Land of the woods (repeat). I love nature.
2.
Our faces - mouths of honey, feet of grass, plastic honey. Eyes open to the window, rainbows on hands of play dough Our faces - mouths of honey, feet of grass, plastic money. Knock Knock! Who's there? It's Orange! Ha Ha! Eyes open to the weather, colors on hands of leather Our faces - mouths of money, feet of glass, plastic honey. Knock knock! Who's there? It's Orange! Ha ha! I can't see back, did I have pink boots on when his robot attacked? White hearts, gold chains, hanging inside my brains. Sometimes I try just so hard, it's too hard, i can't keep it in my mind so I - Eyes open to window, rainbows on hands of play dough Knock Knock! Who's there? Knock Knock! Who's there? Knock Knock! Who's there? Knock Knock! IT'S.
3.
There was a tree, there was a tree standing by my window sill. There was a house, it was our house full of pink rooms and daffodils. Will little fingers paint dripping rainbows all down our walls? Will we be lovers forever? I ask while you sleep. 'Cause baby, I know I'm thinking upstream. But sometimes life is better than our dreams.
4.
Eggs with butter. Sunlight on my hands. Can you see the sweet fat dripping by my feet? Where's my Mother? Twenty feet away. Angel with the wings of songs and quiet words. I walk backwards into myself, turning 'round can you hear that bell? Last time I can remember eating eggs, eggs with butter. Improvised Ooo, Ooo, Ooo Shadows growing out beneath the door sit our roses smiling secrets to the bees. Always knowing and waiting for our hands to lift them away and sift them in the breeze. I walk backwards into myself, turning 'round can you hear that bell? Last time I can remember eating eggs, eggs with butter.
5.
They walked into the room and sat with claws out to consume your ruby heart and contrite words with napkins and a spoon. Moving through space made up of eighties dreams and metal smiles. Okay, lay down on her old couch although you see meanwhile - Light falls through the door to, light falls through the door to the back of your head while you sleep. They walked into the room and sat with claws out to consume your ruby heart and contrite words with napkins and a spoon. Light falls through the door to, light falls through the door to the back of your head while you sleep. Sing me a song I'm Happy (x4) It's nice inside a room, it's nice to have some paper too. Even the words of buried men, of buried men. It's nice inside a room, it's nice to have some paper too. Even the words of buried men, of buried men. Light falls through the door to, light falls through the door to the back of your head while you sleep.
6.
What is this? The clouds keep swimming on by, I think I'd like if they sat awhile. We could talk and trick them to come down, and in time would they softly compile? I see that all this time we had in our minds that a place of digress, to sit in our heads - we had our hearts here.
7.
She's still in Brooklyn in my mind, flying through the air. The only woman I ever could love. Her left leg smoking joints in back alleys and her right leg dancing circles around rhubarb pie. And I, and I, and I - I sang a song, eight stories up in dark, Oak doors are hiding our lives and, There he sits, smiling sort of glowing and reading upside down, and I Old news can be no news if we decide to run from the gazes of smoking smiles Skeleton surfing on the paper his hands holding onto his heart, my heart breaking falling from the ceiling down onto the smiling fishes. I heard the former, even my child inside cried for the broken trapeze and empty bars those dancing legs had sought. There he sits, smiling sort of glowing and reading upside.
8.
03:58
Na na na All of the times we had to put in hands of gold became the rosy hues glazing young spotless minds. Softly fallen snow you say can save us, what do I think? Now my soul is running 'round with tiny toes and no blinks. (x2) Kitchen, Dark, Fire, Shower, Breath, Sunshine. Down the Sidewalk now I know it's love coming. (x2) All of the times we had to put in hands of gold became the rosy hues glazing young spotless minds. Softly fallen snow you say can save us, what do I think? Now my soul is running 'round with tiny toes and no blinks.(x2) Kitchen, Dark, Fire, Shower, Breath, Sunshine. Down the Sidewalk now I know it's love coming. (x2)

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released October 27, 2017

Steven Stallings (drums)
Jonny Stallings (keys)
Natalie Stallings (vocals and guitar)
Mixing by Stephen Cope at Studio Studio Dada, Aug. 2017

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