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Oh your Mother

from Carniphobia by Buffo's Wake

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Oh Your Mother


He’d rip this place down if he knew where to start
There’s many an invalid propping up these bars
With his dirty drinks and his rusty old car like an anchor that’s chained to the town
Oh, his mother won’t even look at him now
Now he’s resigned to all those old clothes he wears
Dressed in the reputation of those boots and that hair
This trend is in every single friend that he dares to ever admit to allow
And his mother won’t even look at him now

Here’s one for the ceiling and here’s one for the floor
You drink until you stink and then you drink a little more
But the sweetest wine comes from fruit rotten to the core so you’ll never see frowns on these clowns
Oh, their mothers won’t even look at them now

Now that they all look like boys yet they all talk like men
With four podgy fingers in the palm of each hand
Their shit never sticks as it flies out from the fan so they keep all that filth in their mouths
You know that she don’t want to listen to any of it now

The stalk sure can pick some despicable ones,
Never believed in ghouls until they looked like some
There’s blisters and warts for each flesh fold and thumb
But if it doesn’t hurt then it’s never fun
How does such ugly fruits grow from beautiful seeds/
Must of fell from the family on to the poetree
Bruising peach skin on each branch and each leaf
Blaming each tiny little fall on gravity

You stalk like a cat and grunt like a beast
Devouring any given heart like a feast
The ones who get away are the ones that cry least, so you’ll never get nought for that growl
Oh your mother won’t even look at you now

Now that your age is deep cracks on a face
All memory is just a faint line poorly traced
Your body – a casket for a soul misplaced
You should have figured out that your mother won’t even look at you now

The stalk sure can pick some despicable ones,
Never believed in ghouls until I looked like one
There’s blisters and warts for each flesh fold and thumb
But if it doesn’t hurt then it’s never fun
How does such ugly fruits grow from beautiful seeds/
Must of fell from the family on to the poetree
Bruising peach skin on each branch and each leaf
Blaming each tiny little fall on anything but me

If we had half the guts we’d rip this whole place apart
Instead we slit both our wrists and pretend that its art
“it’s Wabi” “it’s Sabi” “It’s precious” ”its Bach”
It’s as useless as a whisper read loud- and your mother can’t even look at you now
Now that you’re ugly, you’re pathetic and you’re poor
Sickly and stickily and brazen and raw, just like all the other eccentrics that have staggered before
One more black sheep is grazing the crowd
And now the whole fucking ground just looks like a damp miserable cloud

We’ve strutted around too much in each other’s boots and now we have the same blisters on our feet
I slowly turn into the company I keep
Her sorrow is braille on my voice when I squeak of the blindness and weight that she’ll never speak
For all those feathers and the wax on her back and on her tongue
Cos she burnt both her wings when she flew near this son
And if all daughters were slaughtered then we’d sure have some fun
But I still wouldn’t make her more proud
Oh my mother won’t even look at me now
My mother won’t even look at me

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from Carniphobia, track released October 31, 2014

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Buffo's Wake Brighton, UK

Buffo's Wake are a Brighton based, gypsy punk band of lunatics with a taste for the macabre. Festival veterans, regularly appearing at some of the UK's biggest festivals, including Glastonbury, Bestival, Secret Garden Party, and Boomtown, as well as live performances on BBC Introducing, Buffo's Wake will grab you, and leave you dancing like a person possessed. Guaranteed to raise hell! ... more

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