Poetry Surf Songtext
von of Montreal

The helium sticks to the knife
There′s no Atlas to hold up your life
The modality that which vibrates
The phantom into untouchable words
Remote regions of sensory's dwelling
Razor blade heals of losses brocade, mm-hmm
Impotent vagina re-read one page forever Who is Ever?
If we have a child we should name it Ever
Name it Ever
Name it
The blind bayonet of vallieties hides every word in his poetry surf
Fraying satraps of meager kicks
Aghast the thick collector of Sapphics


Yolk wife rider chryselephantine
Chiaroscuro cerements unearthed, mm-hmm
Cressets of magniloquent Perceptron fission
Porno-vision breath-incision
Breath-incision
Breath in
Numinous threats fellow female marginals
If I were alone in being deathly unafraid
Ends reticent about survival
She mates almost on purpose
Pounding of Cantos to Idiot′s triad
If you'd believe utter mycelium
Skills you were cured of on the cusp
That clarity isn't saying very much