...when you have that feeling as a young child, and you spread your arms out like wings. You take to the skies. You become a plane

The WINGWALKER

Song by Shellac of North America

Lyrics:

Time was I could move my arms like a bird and...
Fly!

She was a wingwalker
It-girl of the sky

Now I got an engine,
Big perverted engine
(It) runs on strength of will.
Who could deny me the right to fly?

Know it's my art:
When I form my body in the shape of a plane
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!

Now I got an airframe,
Big perverted airframe!
Know it's my art to disguise my body in the shape of a plane.

I'm a plane (I'm a plane)!
I'm a plane (I'm a plane)!
I'm a plane (I'm a plane)!
I'm a plane (I'm a plane)!

Look at me, look at me, I'm a plane, look at me, I'm a plane, look at me.

And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life, and as I suffer for it, well I had it said, that as it stands, so she suffers under the weight of my plane, you know it's my art, when I disguise my body in the shape of a plane.

Plane!