Alien Canyons

by Roaming Herds of Buffalo

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released 12 November 2013

Music by Roaming Herds of Buffalo
Recorded by Jared Fiechtner at Holy Fool
Mixed by Jeremy Park at Park Audio
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound

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Track Name: Wild Oats
We suffer migraines from these super wide-lense visions
We're passing eyedrops through a junkyard full of prisms
Wild oats, unloved, unsown, on what strange planet will you grow?

The poor antenna's dead so the map of stars is siphoned
On what strange planet will you spell yourself in ciphers
Wild oats, unloved, unsown, on what strange planet will you grow?
Track Name: Alien Canyons
Alien canyon swallow us whole
We are crude sex parts etched onto your rock wall

Can we be the fire emitting a glow
Lit out of despair by some retreating army?
Can we be a match sucked into a trench
At the bottom of another planet's ocean?

Disorganized creation tighten your belt
We are a trajectory that you haven't felt yet

Can we be the fire emitting a glow
Lit out of despair by some retreating army?
Can we be a match sucked into a trench
At the bottom of another planet's ocean?
Track Name: The Reactor
There are cracks there are seams and tiny bubbles
There is something rather tragic with the plastic that you're passing off as skin
"The reactor's gonna blow" we cry in panic as the
Things we take for granted start to levitate and lift off of the ground

Now I can
"Now he can!"
Now I can close my eyes

Now I can
"Now he can!"
Now I can close my eyes

We are dredging what we can from fleshy sinkholes
We are slurping sloppy ladlefuls and setting them near windows so they vent
"The reactor's gonna blow" we cry in panic
Poles reverse their magnets dead romantic poets fall in love again

Now I can
"Now he can!"
Now I can close my eyes

Now I can
"Now he can!"
Now I can close my eyes
Track Name: Aerial Insight
Drowned and gone and coming back
Fresh scratches carving into letters
Alien scribbles spell out fleshy parts
That climb up out of our sulphury waters

Aerial insight
Doughy fields arise
Sugary meaning baked inside

Curvin along new wounds conform
To the wisdom that ancient ashes scatter
Tides turn loose composite bones
That alien tongues have still not mastered

Aerial insight
Doughy fields arise
Sugary meaning baked inside
Track Name: Tractor Beam
Twist up the tender night with synthetic rope
Read to the houseplants what some martyr wrote
Do what the tractor beam says don't choke

Squeeze down a thundercloud into a Pyrex dish
Layer granola with fresh grated aluminum sticks
Do what the tractor beam says don't resist

Sinister music begins while we strap on fins
Mannequins pumping out clunky nu metal arrangements
Flashlights all dancing about our fresh burglarized undeground selves
Do what the tractor beam says don't tell
Track Name: Lava Scrawls
Foreboding entries in lava flow gel etching molten hot secrets on bulging rock swells

Now that they've evolved a fervent taste for us they wont stop

Sand-blasted jaws yawn in micro-thin towns crying out to the bare steeples wagging at the reticent sun

Now that they've evolved a fervent taste for us they wont stop
Track Name: Wishbones
Stone-age sages carved us secret mountain caves
That the animal hybrids stuffed their beaks to save us

Empty ledges beckon from behind our nasty fridges
There are wishbones in the oven that we don't remember wishin on
Track Name: Neutrinos
Lick the stamp on my envelope skin
Slam my flag back and mail me again and again
I'm a cent short and only your moist saliva can help me leave this zip

Prehistoric radio stations
Lasso their signals into new constellations

Black light pours through our rods and our cones
Hot neutrinos roll out your tongues

Lick the stamp on my envelope skin
Slam my flag back and mail me again and again
I'm a cent short and only your moist saliva can help me leave this zip
Track Name: Extinction Buzz
Stuff frozen planets in your pants get celestial
Slip a virgin ring on your finger to attract a moon

Zest a tyrannosaurus rex on your salad get primordial
Fill a crater with expensive scotch tie on an extinction buzz
Track Name: Glitter Mastodons
Metal flakes falling
Glitter mastodons roaming the sparking prairie

We saw the saw and the dust and the blood and the back of the van

Coral reefs spackled
New constellations for primitive man to ponder

We saw the saw and the dust and the blood and the back of the van
But the vanity plates were obscured by the thickening clouds of exhaust
Track Name: Rotary Phone
Billboards read me aloud
Dehumanize me all over town
Tear my red ribbons off

Glossy ads know my smell
Scratch my dry skin to hell
Tip me til my contents spill

This is where the rotary phone rings
This is where the rotary phone rings
While everything around is exploding
Track Name: Fresh Cotton Swabs
Counting invisible tongues
Tucked back in lazy repose
Oh what a transmittable taste
Sucked through a throbbing hot hose

So we sat
On the lawn
Inkstains bleeding across
Empty medicine cabinets yawn
Where are the fresh cotton swans?
Gone gone gone

Parked cars enjoying the touch
Explosions reach up under chassis and tickle our trucks

People we must get concentric
People we mustn't look up
Has anyone felt any fruit from the trees that we stuffed?

So we sat
On the lawn
Inkstains bleeding across
Empty medicine cabinets yawn