III

by foxtails

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"when you look at someone through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags."

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released March 1, 2017

a huge grateful thank you to will killingsworth from dead air studios for his beautiful job on recording, mixing, and mastering this album and for being such a kind and welcoming presence in this whole process. you're the best. xoxoxo

thank you so much to emocat records for creating a beautiful tape run of this album.
Cassettes available here emocatrecords.bandcamp.com/album/iii
thank you to everyone who cares. we are eternally grateful that someone out there is listening.

foxtails is:
megan cadena-fernandez
jon benham
michael larocca

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Track Name: princess carolyn
flowers perched on the staircase down
inside the manor one lone fly
multiplied by fears and doubts
just shy of screaming
infested just shy of leaving
flesh forever stinging
shivering, slithering
from the feeling of
their wings shattering on you

thousands of tiny legs
build a monstrosity

it eats you alive
it eats you alive

thousands of tiny legs
build a monstrosity
it eats you alive
Track Name: the chicken from outer space
i've been raised to believe
that all creatures deceive
how have i gone this long

grab me by the throat
throw me to the floor
i will never
see the days again
i will never
be the same again

the gift of guilted reprieve
the lack of a sense of relief
how have i gone this long

voided and alone
inside the walls i roam
staying put for days
among the fog and haze
his speech is just the same
taking pride in numbered days

all these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate
(inside a room the tiles spin the bed is eaten by the basement)
all these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate
(and the pipes fall to the ground and i am alone)
dissipate

inside a room the tiles spin
staying put for days
breaths made of chloroform
staying put for days
i will never
be the same again
Track Name: c.c.c.r.e.m.i.x.
i am just
a black hole
sucking up all the stars
in the sky
i will stay here against
my will and yours

weak lungs and racing hearts
can only drown
and what may lie at the bottom of the sea
shall be my salvation

lungs
filled with doubts and distress
have frozen solid with fear
presence of a ghost, voice of a mute
i'd rather be left to
rest
Track Name: punishment light
if i knew

avoidance, reluctance, amongst other things
subtlety, hidden means, a malicious smile
avoidance, reluctance, amongst other things

the perception of dialogue
the stifling of idealization

in my eyes, i have found
a higher sense of self
what is the mind without these--
pathetic inventions?

a perception of dialogue
the subtlety of idolization

if i knew
ridicule

if i knew
ridicule
how abused

avoidance, reluctance, amongst other things
subtlety, hidden means, a malicious smile

the perception of dialogue
a stifling of idealization

the means to recollect
the memories time distorts
the memories time distorts--
have locked themselves in my bedroom

a perception of dialogue
the subtlety of idolization

pretentious, in essence
no means of apprehension
pretentious, in essence
no such thing as ascension
a senseless resentment
no sense of reprehension

such demonic structure
reminds me of my father
Track Name: zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba
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Track Name: the revenge of the chicken from outer space
in catharsis, i am
outspoken, lively, purpose-driven

overstating, with lack
of gesturing, inconceivable, irretrievable

a resonant lie
volatile eyes
convoluted and shy
created to sympathize

the pressure to exist is
asphyxiating
compelling
illuminating
i am restraining

humanity
how it loves to see me
preconceive as each word
escapes a trifling throat
now dark eyes
i will find
the ties to myself and i
now will you know
when the time comes?
now will you learn
to lie when it's right?
dark eyes, will you know
to lie
when
it's right?

in retrospection
a need for dissection
altruistic pest, relentless mess
growing jaded with confession
defensive
defenseless
defensive
defenseless
defensive
defenseless
you fucking hypocrite
Track Name: i experienced ego death on an nde thread
running
away from the self
running--
in these shorted lights
the equity blinds
to have dignity;
to have to remind;
myself every
fucking time
my body caves in
that it was pathetic to think
it could ever stand a chance
in the first place

now when i
fall through
i'll think
of you
and how you've convinced me that
these weak strings could ever
keep me here
Track Name: every window in alcatraz has a view of san francisco (II)
now the wind can tear me
to shreds
and my bones turn to dust
why should i keep standing
if i don't even have a spine?
and my bones turn to--

well i suppose that this is how it goes
honey you should know that i don't let these things go
and to keep me here is to kill off your air
and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
thought you knew sometime ago
that this never was a joke
i tend to lack vision even amongst the stars

why can't someone look in my eyes
without tearing them apart?
slow regressions from now to then
slow progressions from if to when

i am both terrified of everything i am and everything i will never be

i'll stay up til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
i guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well

my condolences for never forgetting your name
it's stitched in my brain so that i'll always feel the pain

cascades of puke and blood
fell down the drain
wax and wane, wax and wane
along with past daydreams
of the sun's embrace
wax and wane, wax and--

found naive to a certain extent and i will never know why
i'm sick of clean skin and painless touches
why can't i just get what i deserve
and to keep me here is to kill off your air
and your lungs will be mine
as our tracheae entwine

i'd slit my throat with a smile on my face if it
meant i could ever get out
(and to feel them in my flesh was a cutting awareness i wish i never had learned)
at 2 am i woke up
drenched in sweat
to feel the moths taking up the air
(if only i could breathe here, if only i could leave here)
it must be nice
not to know
exactly
how it
feels
to
get
raped
from
the inside
out

and i might as well just cry
and i cried
on your chest