Step Aside - The Hiss

作曲: Fog My supervisor slid, his skin squeaking down, past my plate glass window forty floors above the ground. And as he passed my desk, eyes level with mine,

作曲: Fog A three-piece suit on me, A tutu on you. In an empty airplane hangar At a table for two. A pregnant pause. A thought exhaled. In the jowls of the work

作曲 : Fog in a flickering lobby i fume next to the vending machine. kick it and shake it it won't let go of the litigations i paid for with my christmas bill.

What Gives? - Fog/Phil Elverum Oh how could you ready Into merest hellos Some icy omen How Why would you unwind That silk suit back to The worm it spun from Why

The mother returned The father shot back The kinder were formed from polyurethane foam. When the appendix burst, dust blotted out the sun. We stood on the mount