Mud Huts

from Feelgooderie by Kick Ptarmigan

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I hired your dad to do a painting
of a photograph I took
of a lighthouse, bares the switch, an angry sea.
Unruly rocks to discipline
the keeper’s warned to keep within
but there’s a figure in my painting in between.

And I hang the painting in my mud room
where the man’s about to die
in oils, forever, where my home receives its guests
where I dress to meet you,
up against the wall,
for whatever disaster,
it’s the only time you call.

But I never want to tell you you have beautiful eyes,
even I have beautiful eyes.
It’s never calm on your horizon,
trepidation to your size,
but your eyes are all that come to mind.
Your boring eyes.

Have they heard of infrastructure,
will their skyscrapers collapse
where they were built to test the limits of the land?
It’s abusive of the soil,
stripped for artificial growth,
without the backing to stay turgid with our capital.

I almost hope I fail prediction,
it’s getting harder to rebuild,
and they were due for good decisions, I would guess.
All the homeless in Asia with
bricks to be laid, but their
bricks are all fired of such
limited clay.

But I never want to tell you you have beautiful eyes,
even I have beautiful eyes.
It’s never calm on your horizon,
trepidation to your size,
but your eyes are all that come to mind.
Your boring eyes.

credits

from Feelgooderie, released August 4, 2010
Guitar/Vocals : MArtin Jenkins
Bass : Duncan Bell
Additional Instruments : Chris Hess

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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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