Pancak

Lyrics

[INTRO: CHURCH CHOIR, GOSPEL STYLE] (Male and female choir, distant cathedral reverb) Oh, brothers and sisters, gather near… Hear the tale of Flapjack… He’ll steal your copper… He’ll steal your heart… Leave your speakers rattlin’ And your whole world torn apart… Choir: Flap-jack… Flap-jack… Can you hear the batter saint call your name? Lead Voice: Born beneath buzzing streetlights, Where moths burned black against the glow, Raised on static and broken dreams, A saint of pawn shops, A prophet of blown-out cones, A drifter in the kingdom of feedback, With syrup-dark shadows dripping from his heels… Choir: Flap-jack… Flap-jack… Can you hear the batter saint call your name? Lead Voice: He loved girls who never loved him, He chased songs through tangled wires, And little by little, His thoughts turned thick as batter, Until every radio hissed his sermons, And every cracked speaker breathed his name… Choir (growing darker): Flap-jack… Flap-jack… Can you hear the batter saint call your name? Closer… Closer… From the static beyond the dial… Lead Voice: Now hear the speakers rumble, Hear the trembling of the earth, For Flapjack walks among us, Half man… Half batter… A wandering spirit of feedback and syrup, His hollow eyes glowing through the static, His footsteps leaving warm, golden stains, Pure distortion… Choir: Flap-jack! Flap-jack! Can you hear the batter saint call your name? Flap-jack! Flap-jack! Now he’s calling all our names from the static! (All instruments crash in)