Playing bachelor on an oxbow jetty
No need to pine to repine
For a daytombed night
No need to rewind it, I'm ready
A quickening, unfleshing
Irreversible aligning
A summer-stuffed spring
Ripe for the threshing
For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit
A sheath for the waiting
Never stripped for the conquest
To wear short swords, not top hats
At weddings - my own, in fact
Infused, infused to an Irish girl
For life, for life, and what's after that
Playing possum in a trunk in Tuxedo, New York
Acting like a jackass
Hoping she'd stay the course
Guzzling pints of the darkest pleasure on earth
With her one-eyed cousin in control of the spigots
Nothing's revealed, you can only barely keep with it
For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit
A sheath for the waiting
Never stripped for the conquest
To wear short swords, not top hats
At weddings - my own, in fact
Infused, infused to an Irish girl
For life, for life, and what's after that
I'm staring at the Omni
The voyagers inside me
See the green light through
The great enough foaming sea
For love may be a scaffold for buildings in transit
A sheath for the waiting
Never stripped for the conquest
To wear short swords, not top hats
At weddings - my own, in fact
Infused, infused to an Irish girl
For life, for life, and what's after that
credits
from Dr. Des Moines,
released July 7, 2016
Words by Domenic Maltempi
Music by Jed Davis
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP, all rights reserved
Produced by Jed Davis
Mixed by Troy Pohl
Recorded by Jed Davis at Pile Of Sound Studios, Albany, NY
Additional recording by Wharton Tiers at The Kennel, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Chris Hanszek