Animal Fires

by Human Services

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released September 16, 2014

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Track Name: The Herd and Musth
I see you running wild, but you're not gone. This herd of ours marches on. All enemies eyes on the child. We walk the direction of the wind.

Save our strength for each other. Your hide is my possession. I want to swallow your dreams. Fires rise as we stretch our arms to the sky.

The tusk. Bring time. Down the river. We fly. Automatic or anulled. Autopilot rituals. Safe passage is not safe keeping. Best interest is often fleeting. The time is right when you're shut down.

Never led astray. Great flood. Will it drown, or shall it burn?
Track Name: Down to Your Last Goat
This land is dry, no food. Nor money for supplies. But still we laugh, let them watch our souls collide. Twig or thorn beneath the feet, rather not allowed them meet. The only real is the fires.

Feat of clay, sands swimming through all limbs of the others. Feat of clay, each hoof feeds the other. Sands swimming, laughing, and they watch our souls collide.

I know it's looking up, but I'm seeing down. The dark we're safe from, or rather made of. Fill me up like the last goat. We walk down streets of steel, but stay afloat.

Thought we were off to a good start, but she was right.
Track Name: The River Pig
It glides, a top-most stride. Bobbling, churning, swollen with the sea's pride. Know no life more pleasant. Adrift in the meek currents. A gang of three, one is better as we flee.

Flashing motions, Teeth know fin. Paralyzing wave to reset our sins.

Bottoms up, let the frenzy begin.

A diminished sense of well-being.
Track Name: Rats of a Feather
Her ruffled feathers could not fly with no blue in the sky. Her proud misfortune was fortunate enough. In others eyes you're way off. Like everyone.

Can't stop to choose, to love or loathe you.

Head's low, watch your tone. Don't rub the snout. She wants everything, everything, everything. Let the feathers fall where they will.

Realize you're way off. Like everyone. And you loath it.

Can't stop to choose, to love or loathe you.
Track Name: Long Distance Beekeepers
Screen off your face, no transmission allowed. Signs down. We dance around circular fields, it's a high yield operation. We are in the business of eating you (are disposable).

Ag-pilot, you are my savior. We are in the presence of the long distance beekeepers.

Insert the line, the sky's fine. Fly while the sun's bright, rely on your sight. Hard times avoid bad taste, just to see the look on your face, and I don't know who you are.

This is in good hands. Our hive is where it stands. Your look is bone dry.

In the presence. We are in the presence.
Track Name: Rhinocide
Twirling half ton smart-wreck, just like horseback, but with flames and fresh meat. Climb into the fire, be rhino feed.

Short flight with matching wounds. Be the raincloud attempting to stay elevated to think you've made it.

Fear ahead divide like scattered minds hide. Ashes behind, lay in craters to reside. Pour out your soul and scent in forward charging motion. The ivory is your devotion.

Random maws tasting bait. Which street you flee, it's all in the name.
Track Name: The Edge of the Waterhole
At the edge of the waterhole, grass islands feel their presence. You are my source, my essence.

Set our territory when the water's low. No sleeping 'fore this ground we sow.

Your eye makes the mare sterilized. In pools of memories guide us. In pools of memories guide us, to sandy ruins that alternate the tide.

At the edge of the waterhole, I watch you smile. At the edge of the waterhole, we walk the fires.