Trihornasaurus

by Kick Ptarmigan

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1.
03:08
A feeble grasp of English and your empty misspelled threats, You pretty portion. Portion. Ladies bank on aching in my different kinds of heads, But then it worsens. Conceal it on your person. M’lady’s steely nerves And stare me down Stare down on towers, towers, towers, down on waves, And wave a fair so-long on drowners, drowners, Menelaus O, Trojans do a decent job, Soft Venus, Soft Apollo Beg your pardon. Pardon. Ladies make or break the plan on empty misspelled threats, A tender’s garden. Garden. There’s no strolling in the sunny, in the windy they’ll unfurl, My ribbon, curvy. My satin, flapping girlies. M’lady’s short and curlies, Stare me down Stare down on towers, towers, towers, down on waves, And wave a fair so-long on drowners, drowners, drowners, drowners Drowners, men with powers men with capes, Men grow ancient, then escape. Young mothers in their thirties. Uncomfortables and dirties. M’lady’s steely nerves And stare me down Stare down on towers, towers, towers, down on waves, And wave a fair so-long on drowners, drowners, drowners.
2.
04:24
If you wanted to be nice You’d go by your own advice And if you wanted to be fun You’d find out what was fun and you’d get one, I just want to make it clear That if you wanted to be here You’d be here. They say you feel it in your bones, You’re more comfortable alone. We like the way you love us like a dial tone, Appreciate your help just like a dial tone, We notice when you’re missing like a dial tone. If you feel like coming clean, I don’t know what you mean. If you’re trying to be mean, Your actions come off clean. I just want to make it clear That if you wanted to be seen, The backdrop you are to me. They say you feel it in your bones, You’re more comfortable alone. We like the way you love us like a dial tone, Appreciate your help just like a dial tone, We notice when you’re missing like a dial tone.
3.
02:58
I would have known the way you feel, Your eyes gone chrome, the way you’d steel Away the soul you earned from me, I’m gonna be, no no no, your alibi. Your touch it shivers soft and supple, Subtle like the patterns on the floor, You never really saw before, Can’t wipe this smile, Can’t erase this stupid grin. You’ve never been so in control, You’ve never felt so beautiful. Top-down lover like an old pro, now he’ll know. Top-crust girl deserves a good turn, where’d you learn? 5’9” and all the way down, You’ve found you’re taking over, Top-down for the old owner, Thanks from his eyes, his shoulders, From his knees. You’ve never smouldered so, before. He’s never given you control. Top-down lover like an old pro, now he’ll know. Top-crust girl deserves a good turn, where’d you learn? I would have known the way you feel, Your eyes gone chrome, the way you’d steel Away the soul you earned from me, I’m gonna be, no no no, your alibi.
4.
I’ve grown out of walking round All day around with you I’ve come to know much faster ways Of finding the same place. Maybe it’s worth taking you further Much further away The way you stay with me all day The way you stick to my ribs. You’ve grown out of walking too. Keep both your knees in front of you. We talk about the old times But the old times all fall through To a hole. Burn out slow. Burn out slow. When I know You’ve grown into yourself You’ve grown out and down. You’ve grown a reputation You’ve got roots that break the ground. Worldwide events have big effects In little doses anyway The way you stay with me all day The way you stick to my ribs But now I drive a ship that parts the crowd. I don’t protect the kids, they gather round. Their parents taught them better, But there’s always some regrets in this town. I’ve had it up to here, the way you stick to my ribs.
5.
03:17
Paintings, frames, pictures there. Evidence along the stairs to your name. Tiny holes, bases of walls. Move-on swarm comes from what source? Crumbs aren’t where I leave them. They move on their own. You not being here is an infestation. This is my ultimatum. Tidy home, marble and chrome. This is my ultimatum. Up against the wall, learning their traditions. Finding underneath the door, Their thoughts their creeds their swarm superstitions. What food is okay to eat? What rooms here were made for me? What food is okay to eat? What rooms here were made for me alone? Closed door. Sealed, unexhumed. Still here. If you get home. Tidy home, marble and chrome. This is my ultimatum. Tidy home, marble and chrome. This is my ultimatum.
6.
My hands are too light. They should carry your weight, They just hang at my sides, And get weaker each day. My hands are dull grey. My hands on your waist, My talents postponed, My hands imagine your taste. Maybe they’re too weak for you, But they work for me. Maybe I can’t read what they’re supposed to do. Maybe they’ll help me sleep? Phantom dampened fingertips Trace your pouting phantom lips. My muscles miss you, but they’re fading quick. Tonight I found your old prescription. Such a powerful state. You just won’t dissipate, I’m still finding your scent in my drawers, Still finding your shit in my suitcase. My hands on your waist. I get coloured and traced, My other hands could always land On these shades. Maybe they’re too weak for you, But they work for me. Maybe I can’t read what they’re supposed to do. Maybe they’ll help me sleep? Phantom dampened fingertips Trace your pouting phantom lips. My muscles miss you, but they’re fading quick. Tonight I found your old prescription. Maybe they’re too weak for you, But they work for me. Maybe I can’t read what they’re supposed to do. Maybe they’ll help me sleep? Phantom dampened fingertips Trace your pouting phantom lips. My muscles miss you, but they’re fading quick. Tonight I found your old prescript-. Phantom dampened fingertips Trace your pouting phantom lips. My muscles miss you, but they’re fading quick. Tonight I found your old prescription.
7.
What do you think of my new self? A new me who’s less forgiving, Less available to help? Well, maybe it’s hard to tell. I never did if for good reasons, And I never did it well. I guess it’s grand to lend a hand. But darling, you can suck the fun From thankless favours for a friend. The way I waited at your hospital bed. The way I would have done for anyone, And never will again. You really meant to see a wordsmith, Though your litany is cheap. The way I sat with all the stricken, All the words I could afford, If I pray for something worthless, Would God think less of me? If one day I learn the difference, Am I glad to be ignored? I can’t keep you from hurting you. I ask god ‘cause you asked me to. God knows I don’t believe you anymore. I’m lying through my teeth for you. I tell myself and god it’s true. I wonder what I’m doing to my soul. I’m relieved that I can’t feel it anymore. It’s not fair to put it on you, But delusions could be worse, And I know I’d have stayed lonely If I got to know you first. I loved you as a favour, ‘Cause I guess it’s hard to find. You asked me why I loved you, And I never got it right. No I never got you right. I can’t keep you from hurting you. I ask god ‘cause you asked me to. God knows I don’t believe you anymore. I’m lying through my teeth for you. I tell myself and god it’s true. I wonder what I’m doing to my soul. I’m relieved that I can’t feel it anymore.
8.
Skyrocket Skyrocket Skyrocket The words have lost all meaning. That’s what they get from the repeating. Aren’t rockets always in the sky? Woke up, woke up late today. I wore a red beret. Went to the beach and put a roll of mentos Into coca-cola. I’m feeling sick today, But that won’t get in my way. ‘Cause firing things into the sky Preoccupies my mind Off of ebola. (That rhymes with coca-cola.) I built the fuselage From cans of marinara sauce. I met a friend who built the jets Out of stolen shotgun shells. In the woods behind her house, There’s a clearing on a rock. We walked out there one afternoon, But we got lost along the walk. Skyrocket Skyrocket Skyrocket The words have lost all meaning. That’s what they get from the repeating. Aren’t rockets always in the sky? Paint the launchpad on the ground. Five feet wide, (fifteen around.) We light the fuse and lift our eyes, To watch it fly into the sun. But the rocket, built with glue, Was only split in two. Flew in all directions but the sun. I don’t know shit on aeronautics. I’m happy blowing up my rocket. Skyrocket Skyrocket Skyrocket The words have lost all meaning. That’s what they get from the repeating. Aren’t rockets always in the sky?
9.
The girl in the band is off-limits. She stays where you want her to be. You can’t draw a crowd like the women, So she draws in the women for me. The girl in the band is off limits. She’s forgotten her lines, But that’s alright. That’s alright. The girls like your uninhibited niece, She’s up to her waist in the reeds. She chirps like a baby, assertive but weak. You could listen to her and it’s as good as sleep. Like your bombastic aunt, makes you crazy. You can’t find the foreground at all. Decorations in plastic and fake parasols, She could sing the wallpaper up flat to the wall. The girl in the band is off-limits. She stays where you want her to stay. You can’t draw a crowd like the women, So she draws in the women today. The girl in the band is off limits. She’s forgotten her lines, But that’s alright. That’s alright. The girl in the band, like your mother. When you needed her just for yourself. The distance is good for the lyrics, But the nearness is bad for your health. The girl in the band is off-limits. She stays where you want her to be. You can’t draw a crowd like the women, So she draws in the women for me. The girl in the band is off limits. She’s forgotten her lines, But that’s alright. That’s alright.
10.
03:36
There’s a perfect place for me, Between the photographs I keep. And I can sink for fathoms, And the rain sings me to sleep. There’s a clutter of my habits, So there’s clutter of my sheets, But this strange sepia overcast Calls a slumber fathoms deep. And at the bottom, Where I dream, Where the streets and all the rooftops Are pummelled clean, Weighed down. Weighed down. Weighed down, Like a blanket set to bury me. There’s a perfect place for me, Between the photographs I keep. And I can sink for fathoms, And the rain sings me to sleep. And there’s sympathy in rest, Weighs heavy on my chest. The sun is setting, soaking through The space for memories of you. And at the bottom, Where I dream, Where the streets and all the rooftops Are pummelled clean, Weighed down. Weighed down. Weighed down, Like a blanket set to bury me. Weighed down. Weighed down. Weighed down.

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released September 27, 2011

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Kick Ptarmigan Parry Sound

Kick Ptarmigan, having recently devoured local greats the Spins, are set to record their third album this year. They play a unique hybrid of hair metal and doo-wop that sounds suspiciously like indie folk/rock.

Comparisons to Leonard Cohen, Violent Femmes and the Barenaked Ladies have been met with confused stares.
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