“Fox was originally a poem I wrote about a girl named Emily, whom I brought with me late one moonlit night to Camp Turner. Like Camp Algonquin, Camp Turner is another cabin littered summer vacation-y establishment on the opposite side of the Fox River. Emily had really liked me sometime in the past,...
On the riverbank of the Fox
Painted only by onyx and moonlight
I made you cry of helplessness
Dark distain, and despair
A bruised crime
Unforgiven by my conscious
Tear stains that only the park bench will know
Fell from pale soft skin
It’s so easy to slip into old comforts
I held close to my face
You held me only ‘cuz you were alone
You were fascinated with me
I showed you that I disagreed with your imagination
Ruin the dream, spoil the honey
It can never be the way
Your green eyes dreamt it
Behind our embrace
I stared at window panes
Opaque like your pupils
It stained out onto our dark black clothes
Already soaked with teenage sweat and caffeine
Our youthful grease
Was so sweet
I looked deep to see your wet brain
I’ll just thumb your skull
Down into the bed
Of the riverbank
Fox was written by Heccra.
Fox was produced by Heccra.
Recording for Devil-Faces began the summer of 2013, when I returned home from college after my freshman year. […] The song ‘Fox’ takes its name from the Fox River, which Port Edward sits on.
–Heccra via bandcamp