Noe Venable - Alcina's Things lyrics

Of fat to chew, the seventh rib Of ocean kind, the electric eel Of heights, the crest of Jackknife Falls Of table scraps, the rotten peel Of habitats, the barren land Of maps, the palm upon the hand Of fools, the sentimental man Of weaknesses, Achilles' heel Of animals, the Steppenwolf Of feline sort, the cat in heat Of criminals, the petty thief Who dares to cross the porker's beat Of miracles, the unexplained Of damages, the body stained Of years, the ones it never rained To wash the spillings from the street Oh Alcina, oh Alcina Come unstrap your broken wings And tell me of your favourite things Of sicknesses, the stealthiest Of this, or that, the other Of weights, those held within the flesh Of he, or she, another Of quitting times, the unperceived Of pa**ing ons, the least bereaved Of tales, the not to be believed Unless you're witness, mother Oh Alcina, oh Alcina Come unstrap your broken wings And tell me of your favourite things Of motions, how this marble turns Of grins, the moon of pearl Of dances how this fire burns Of balls, the drunken world Of lights, a face of chalky white Of d**hs, the fading of the light Of lies, we are alone tonight The wolves are at our heels Oh Alcina, oh Alcina Come unstrap your broken wings And tell me of your favourite things