After Hours (i)

from by From a Fountain



Recorded Saturday, December 15, 2007, Tea, SD.

A little acoustic song that got bigger and bigger.

Mixed and mastered Monday, October 7, Point Reyes Station, CA.


after hours, we crumple up into small bills
dirty, mistreated and forgotten
the fleas suck and the leeches swell -
we split up into atoms
a natal group comes as babies
dressed up to disguise their infant features to be more like larvae

grass-roots, we gather in tubes
get up in lab racks to prove somethin’
see, my reagent is huge:
it oxidizes, spewing fumes down to Vermillion
i spilled a lake into basin -
it pour into a gentle rain that ices when the wind starts freezing over

shout for me now, all you gills!
go open-buttered through the ickiest water!
suckle your breath when it comes -
don’t get sad when it wash out your lungs!
you get sealed for to multiply -
go and make babies, you have not your soul in a cloister!

next up is mob who gets slayed:
puddle jumpers, they crash into island
from a book, they find they cook
and, culinary, go gnashing into slumber
yeah far away, on safety’s shore
the kennel door is open - it figures that the barnyard’s full of wonder

crazy, the city cops
go gunning round and round the city oval
no lights, no sirens: that’s twice
they victimizing people, running covert
they sneak around in a body bag
poised just for to pop out, dripping ice and solvent all over the pavement
i bleach the strangest white
i need the sun now more than ever - it do number on my skin and make it warmer


from Milky Outtakes, track released October 10, 2013


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From a Fountain is the name for all varieties of music by Douglas Kirby, from West Marin County, CA.

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