Creatures
FEiN Little Homes: knock me out swing the hammer: fat tongue floppin, caved-in roof, creatures in my hair, sing you little bird, save me pweez.
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ISRC QZ2QB1600007 (soundexchange)
Track seven on Little Homes (May 31, 2016), after Goodness Gracious. SoundCloud. Walton/Woodward co-write. It opens with a credited interlude, R.E.S.P.E.C.U.L8R (little bird) by Annie & Mae, which seeds the bird motif the song then turns cruel.
This is the darkest cut on the LP’s first half. The chorus is a wish for self-erasure phrased as a favor: knock me out, swing the hammer, pull the trigger, leave no trace here of me now. Around it runs a sermon on hollow language: bury me in words if you think that I deserve it / imitate the sounds you’ve heard, and sing, you little bird, the listener reduced to a parrot. The bridge floods the little home outright, caved-in roof, water everywhere, creatures all in my hair, with chained up bodies in the back of the room and the hypocrite’s creed do as I say but don’t ya do as I do, before the whole thing buckles into a child’s voice: save me pweez. The outro makes the point literal, talk itself as the weapon: I don’t want you to elaborate, you’re killing me.
Where BMI hears gun worship on American Man, here the trigger points inward. Before Intro (track eight); Twenty-Three follows.
Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded by FEiN at Tiny Giant; engineered at LMU; mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato at Woodcliff (Discogs). Brian Robert Jones, bass (album). Peter Lee Johnson, violin. Opens with R.E.S.P.E.C.U.L8R (little bird) by Annie & Mae.
Lyrics
[R.E.S.P.E.CUL8R (little bird) by Annie & Mae] Keep on talking, No one cares. Fat tongue floppin , Sewn up ears . Blue vein s a - poppin , Sum of your years . Knock me out, Swing the hammer, Knock me out, Pull the trigger , Knock me out, Leave no trace here, Of me now. I said, knock me out. Complicate it, Keep it up, B ury me in words, If you think that I deserve it . Imitate the sounds you've heard, And sing, you little bird. I think that you deserve it . There's a caved - in roof, water everywhere, Drenches my face, creatures all in my hair. My brainstem burning like a car fire. Chained up bodies in the back of the room, Won't ya d o as I say but don't ya do as I do. Save me pweez. Knock me out, Swing the hammer, Knock me out, Pull the trigger, Knock me out, Leave no trace here, Of me now. I said, knock me out. Complicate it, Keep it up, Bury me in words, If you think that I deserve it . Imitate the sounds you've heard, And sing, you r little bird songs, I think that you deserve it. Close out Close, I d on't want you to elaborate , You're killing me , You're killing me, ah .