Zoömagnesis

by CATFOX

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1.
there was a mousetrap under the masked severed goat’s head next to a dead dove on the platter near the cloisters expansive and moth-ridden tick bitten immune system come back, immune system, come back i’ve been exposed to the elements i’ve lain as snake bait and barely escaped i’ve stared straight into the bright sunlight keep my eyes open after i die liquor, magic, dear friends and strangers i have to say goodbye to my neighbor the party’s been over but i didn’t notice no, i didn’t notice everyone go i’ve been exposed to the elements i’ve lain as snake bate and barely escaped i’ve stared straight into the bright sunlight keep my eyes open after i die ask the fox, how many skulls are you wearing? how many skulls are you wearing on the top of your head? ask the fox, how many tails are you wearing? how many tails are you wearing how many times dead? how many tails are you wearing how many times dead? how many tails are you wearing how many times dead?
2.
we’ve been underground for too long and the boys have got their dresses on and we’re coming upstairs we might even venture outside in the broad daylight we’re squinting our eyes we’re blurring the lines no gals, no guys i’m jealous i’m fine i’m sure as hell i am quite well i’m sure as hell i am quite well we have lost our way around our own house tripping the traps set for the mouse but we’re chewing ourselves out we might just burn the house down light it up from underground we’re gouging out eyes we’re cutting the lines no gals no guys i’m jealous i’m fine i’m sure as hell i am quite well i’m sure as hell i am quite well touching hands, touching tailbones twisting whiskers, locking lips throwing away the key hell bound to be free you’ll feel us at the base of your spine you’ll see us in the corner of your eye you’ll hear us at the end of the line spinning double tongued whispers silk thread and twine there is incest in the pantheon there are neurons in the intestine there is incest in the pantheon no one’s home but all the lights are on you can’t tune out suspicious chattering that we receive on the family tv before it is told, the story is heard before it is told the story is heard explain it all explain it all backwards and keep your heart up to the sky keep your heart up to the sky keep your heart up to the sky keep your heart up to the sky keep your heart up to the sky... ... ...
3.
owls in the dark we summoned you all afternoon by the river congratulations you made it you made it come come come come let's make it let's make it those snakes with blue irises are carrying viruses they'll eat you alive this is how you die the way things taste differs from place to place the faces stay the same owls in the dark we summoned you all afternoon by the river three of you in the trees mom, dad and baby teach me how to eat teach me how to eat owls in the dark we summoned you all afternoon by the river
4.
it’s your fantasy it’s what you choose to see sometimes it’s healthy to be unhealthy the poison is the cure the prison is the sanctuary there’s no way i can be happy when i’m happy this death will be the death of me there’s a raccoon in the hallway hissing like a cat at the top of the stairs let him go out on the roof let him climb up and down the tree let him enter through the basement again and climb back to me this death will be the death of me it’s your fantasy it’s what you choose to be sometimes it’s healthy to be unhealthy the poison is the cure the poison is the cure the prison is the sanctuary there’s no way i can be happy when i’m happy this death will be the death of me there’s a bird of prey snatching children from the city in the middle of day mama chase him away! you creature of night what are you doing in the light? you’ve gotten awfully cocky or off your clock flock, flock and gather all you creature people i will be your steeple flock, flock and gather predators and prey i will keep you safe flock, flock and gather at my peak my fellow feral flock, flock and gather as one in perfection until the moment it turns until the moment it turns until the moment it turns into a bloody scourge scourge! scourge! a bloody, hungry scourge scourge! scourge! a bloody hungry scourge scourge! scourge! a bloody, hungry scourge
5.
we see the same way we see the same way we see the same way let's go, let's go our own way we follow ghosts around not the other way round followed them back to this town turns out I'm buried in this ground my mother's father was a man of god my father's father died in war my brother is a union man and i'm just trying to carry the strands we are, we are, we are we are the original we are, we are, we are we are the original don't forget, don't forget this time we'll give you another try don't forget, don't forget this time my sisters and i are just dirty old men inside that's why we come together you'd be surprised what these bitches won't try we control the weather when we're together don't piss us off or you might get pissed on we wear coon tails and bells mastered heaven and hell sweet voices turned deep whiskey, smokes and no sleep that shit'll kill you if it don't heal you we'll help you die when it's your time we've been there before we'll hold open your door we are, we are, we are we are the original we are, we are, we are we are the original don't forget, don't forget this time we'll give you another try don't forget, don't forget this time
6.
my soul was sold lifetimes ago in the dark candlelight in the basement of paradise going once! for some bits of string, going once! for a trick going once! for some little boxes full of shells and sticks then my mother’s father’s mother’s father’s mother’s father’s son called out, “nine lives and foxes eyes!” and so the deal was done first i spent a lifetime in the attic the old squirrelly attic trying on all the dress up clothes then i spent a lifetime in the cupboard beneath the stairs i spun all the cobwebs there i spun all the cobwebs there but third and fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh and eight and nine all happen in an order that defies linear time i’ve spent many nighttimes talking to myself in daytime and as a fox i walked this walk up to a girl sitting in the sunshine she had my eyes, i had her eyes we exchanged eyes and lover’s sighs i left that love, oh, long behind my fox eyed girl from some past life mama’s serving frog-legs for supper tonight so put on your snakeskin boots and pull your chair up around the table for a taste of mother’s soup she serves it cold and one day old we sit and sup all night there’s no more chatter at mother’s table since all our fathers died she never learned to cook oh no, mother’s only learned to hunt she feeds us to each other and we have her out for lunch you’ve never tasted life so sweet you’ve never had so rare a meat but the circle never was complete until you served yourself to me won’t you show me, won’t you show me, won’t you show me, won’t you show me one more time? won’t you show me one more time? won’t you show me one last time? won’t you show me, won’t you show me, won’t you show me, won’t you show me one more time? won’t you show me one last time? you show me yours, i’ll show you mine. my soul was sold lifetimes ago in the dark candlelight in the basement of paradise going once! for some bits of string, going once! for a trick going once! for some little boxes full of shells and sticks then my mother’s father’s mother’s father’s mother’s father’s son called out, “nine lives and foxes eyes!” and so the deal was done

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released November 20, 2015

All songs, vocals & guitar by Catrin Lloyd-Bollard
Album art by Mark Toneff
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Gravesend Recordings (Brooklyn, NY)

Thank you, I love you, I'm sorry: Margaret Lloyd & John Bollard, Ilse Pfeifer, Theresa Buchheister & Title:Point, Ayshe & The Poison Dartz.

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CATFOX Brooklyn, New York

Demon of glam-camp rock-erotics and sorceress of hi-literature, nu-carny, post-life song-spells. Also known as Catrin Lloyd-Bollard. Residing in Brooklyn, hailing from Northampton, MA

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