Scissorbills - The World

scissorbills.bandcamp.com THE WORLD I’m not a member of the world I am a member of the rising sun until the world is overcome i’m not a member of the world I’m not ready to live by the notions of a passing phase something erased by simple days and simpler views I’m not a member of the crowd whose sudden anger is unearthly loud and yet it goes like a winded cloud to what’s on the news companion send me a paris drum send me a paris drum we’ll go away singing and drumming now covered with a wanted gold throw away the heavy load and be new over the waves the sun is setting on the minarets a little boy is selling cigarettes to a guided tour of a lonely tomb misremembered and deeply dark though still with wonder at nature’s part in a place of doom and now lost in a cavern of unholy forms half a hundred in uniforms and crying please they’re counting heads but the census can leave me out this island is the rock of doubt i’d rather be not a member of the world but a member of the rising sun until the world is overcome i’m not a member of the world i’m not a member of the scene i am a member of the gasoline give my middle finger to the queen and my eyes to a crow