We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

WE’RE SEAGULLS

A certain glow of vapor fairs,
there’s something solid in the air,
poor Maga in your Sunday best,
tin soldiers parts hang on your chest.

And I bless the aeons where you are.
I bless the aeons where you are

You could see the sun from behind his door,
he lost his mind between the wars,
he’d show you scars of purple love,
the soothing humming of the grove,

And I bless the aeons where you are.
I bless the aeons where you are.

Well, I’d rather die than part from you,
your seasick halo shining through,
I’ve crossed the ocean seven times
for your wired hair, your one good eye.

And I bless the aeons where you are.
I bless the aeons where you are.

Radioactive colors in the stars,
I bless the aeons where you are.

And I need the mantras, need the sun,
the company of an iron lung
that prays for me when I’m not home,
that gently sighs for flesh and bone.

I need the whores you seem to shock,
your twenty monkeys on a rock,
your fear of shadows in the sink,
the way you mock me when I think.

The way you mock me when I think.

All you did was waiting for
the moment you’d turn into gold,
and fish fat mermaids with your mouth,
and spread your wings and swing down south.

Spread your wings and swing down south.

credits

from The Ma​ñ​ana People EP, released November 4, 2014

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

The Mañana People Bonn, Germany

Homemade freak-folk and psych-country curiosities, ranging from theremin-driven honky tonk smashers, zombie-themed electro- pop ballads and horror spirituals. The Mañana People's output manages to swing harmoniously between the gutters of experimentation and the comfortable lightness of pop music. ... more

contact / help

Contact The Mañana People

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like The Mañana People, you may also like: