Croak from Irrealis by Sprawl

empty your mind now cram it damn it spoke the quack that croaks I cannot sink or float being red in the blue like a balloon out the wazoo leapfrog hop croak quack pop the crowd strain their eyes they cannot see me in my blue disguise I must be part of it nope croak spoke someone in particular forever first person singular quivering at the command of the invisible hand demanding a dream that perennial scene it’s a whisper can you feel it congeal I could all but believe that I’m a permanent variation on a transcendental theme I must be part of it croak quack I must be part of it croak quack like a balloon out the wazoo give it a shot pop you can strain your eyes but you’ll never see me in my blue disguise

• Electronic
• Punk
• freak folk
• indie rock
• noise pop
• post-punk
• Perth