Owl & Mack lyrics

Owl & Mack
(lyrics Litó Walkey)

White Dog

As I watched moths dancing by, I fell off my window
and from the forest, the dark forest, a white dog stared at me
He sat in the branches growling with his eyes, he saw me standing and I heard him say: “keep on walking, keep on walking, to be new in ending is not the only thing to do” White Dog, White Dog, where is the door?
Through the branches, Through the trees, white, the sun, the wig
the armor, the bird, the cloud and the ladder, the apron, the dress, coat and a hat.
White Dog, White Dog, where is the door?
Pass these objects, weigh the distance of your walk.
Enter a tale short of shape made with steps of mass
floating forward, floating forward, forever like the autumn mist.

Dreamcracker

There’s a dark room to show, where places hide and traces lie
shadows live and shadows die, on a different plane it can rain.
There’s a room, room of light, where words remember
the wind comes from east to west, they call it kamikaze.
Speak to me of stepping in and out, to give attention a rest. Speak to me of places for yourself. Say a body, say a story.
There’s a woman playing a game, laughing and raining
in the corners of her eyes, this amusement never ends.
Sound rests bring fringes closer, gimme lifts, slips and slides
it can rain, it can rain octopus with knives.
Speak to me of stepping in and out, to give attention a rest. Speak to me of places for yourself. Say a body, say a story.

Soak

Soak up the rain, from your feet up to your hand. That’s where the rested, that’s where they rest now.
The moon falls on your face when you listen. Step a side, fix your shirt.
The sun falls on your face when you speak. Catch your hand and turn away.
Shake, shake of your clothes, shake off your feathers. You leave them in a pile at your feet. That’s where the rested, that’s where they rest now.

Skate

There’s wind between the wall and the back of my head.
Hold me while I skate.
Touch me lightly with your hand to tell me when it’s time.

Profit & Loss

Hang a line of mountain tops, hang them in a distance.
See the highs, see the lows, see the Profit, see the loss
Translate the line, into a frame and swing, a door.
Until a boat apears, until it floats, until it sinks.
Into the floor where time rest, Into the floor where time sleeps, Into the floor where time tells, Into the floor where time’s is guest.
See the highs, see the lows, see the Profit, see the loss.