1. |
Jagged/One
02:31
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Today called most unexpectedly
No one appeared to be home
Inside the hotknife of memory
One jagged word. One.
There is no going back from the descent
Whatever you saw is gone
How can I live with these nightmares
Returning to me every dawn?
I rule the mornings well crowned
Nights strip my royal robes bare
How can I live with these nightmares
When truly I am not really here?
Grant me one grace – some forgetting
Give me the kiss of the Sun
Steal now that hotknife of memory
One jagged word. Just one
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2. |
Death Of A Siren
05:25
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She walks these fields
A hungry ghost
Drinking in sunlight
To overdose
Kiss of the syringe
Cuts through scars
Glimpse of heaven?
Cold night stars
The people here can't see
Weather gone weird
What they don't understand
They condemn in fear
She smiles
They demand her name
"I'm the witch,
You turned to flames"
There is no crack
That lets in the light
There is no light
To bridge this dark divide
Grief is the prize
If you stay alive
"Let's do it your way!"
Our love hard 'cri de coeur'
Even when pariahs
In our film without a score
Anything less
We kicked out the door
"Weren't you born,
Love's what we're here for!"
There is no crack
That lets in the light
There is no light
To bridge this dark divide
Grief is the prize
If you stay alive
So what can I give
To finally relieve
A song worth nothing
That no one believes
A love larger
Than the national bore
l'd kill the world bank
For one second more
There is no crack
That lets in the light
There is no light
To bridge this dark divide
Grief is the prize If you're left alive
Always surprised
If alive
Grief is the prize
When you wake
She walks these fields
She walks these fields
She walks the sky
Above the fire
I wanna do it your way
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3. |
Killing Sunday
05:56
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Now who takes our dead
We give them up
to priests and lawyers
Instead of shrunken heads
You get a bill
For dying
Come collect our dead
Take our money
While we’re crying
And what were you thinking of
When sleep took you home
I wish to never wake
Dream the glitter of The Sun
Behind your eyes
I guess you kindly folx
Can go safely down the road
Tales made in your empty heads
Sure makes for hungry souls
So you picked the carcass clean
And the souvenirs all sold
It’s one too many Sundays
My blood runs cold
So darkness stained the family name
It followed on like Jesus' lame
Stories 'bout our women as witches whores and men!
Our home wasn't the best, certainly wasn't the worst
If you come back now angel
We'll make the first godless home to outlast this curse
Killing Sunday (x4)
When she died, the family brayed
Not one true word was said
So we made a collective incision
Slashed some Christian throats instead
And “Sundays are no more”
Became Our Monday morning cheer
The cult was dead, food was shared,
And women were not scared
Killing Sunday (x4)
I guess you folx can go safely down the road
You can add how little you knew before,
to what you don’t know now
Though I am impressed by your great ignorance
… your feigned innocence
When they have you cloistered like an imprisoned sow
You won’t even question
Why or how
Killing Sundays (x8)
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4. |
Westerley Caress
03:24
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As tears fall
Let them bathe me
Release me
Let my love free
In sickness and health
And in this hell
I will still love you
My life, needs Love
In reverie
Comes on a Westerley
Caresses and holds me
Blessed
In a warm wind kiss
Life's Love you give
Here shall I Live
Are we so dead
We deny our own eyes
Are we so dead
We can't see Love Abides
Love comes to me
In reverie
Comes on your Westerley
Caresses and holds me
Blessed
In your warm wind kiss
Life's Love you give
Here shall we Live
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5. |
Love3
05:00
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I haunt this haus of horror
Guard my grimoire of grief
Succor and suffocate in sorrow
Just like a faith-shattered priest
Yea, I slum through the alley
Of howling evil despair
Flaunt my faux-ny street cred
To run the gauntlet there
She comes to me,the wounded warrior
At the Gathering Feast
She sings of love of hereafter others
Proposing Grace's Release
So come to me,ye wounded lovers
Your keening will surlease
Burning possessions diaretic obsessions
Light up the litter of love
Shoot the works thru veiny contractions
Still backed up in memory's swamp
Regret wears thin
In this old skin
Now you're gone
Your voice is dim
When I was all
I missed your call
Yet even now
Still somehow
I hear your plaint:
"Use your youth while you can
Give your love when Alive"
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6. |
Cut n Paste
05:01
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A ravenous wave, shivers inside
Blue silver black, on beetle wings
Like jousting with an IV pole, or
Crying for one last cigarette
I wanna change my hard-wiring
Short out the circuits in my brain
I'd give my all, my everything
To free myself, to wake up sane
I dig...deep...hibernate
I hide... seek...cut and paste
Gotta fiend and scheme to get where I've been
Gotta hustle and jump, keep a poker-face on
I'll flirt like a guy, to get what I need
Be a whole other girl, to get what I want
I punch...kick...fight...
I push...pull...can I hitch a ride, I'm sick inside
A father, son, a fool ,a sage
I dance my pen across the page
I'll be a freak for anything
Bring on my muse, I've got the ink
I dig...deep...hibernate
I hide...seek...cut and paste
I punch...kick...fight...
Can I hitch a ride I'm sick inside
Heard the grieffy bitchy many
Hallowed saints and cool assassins
Bedded down with crabs and chiggers
Shared my shell with strange amoebas
Broken bread with thieves and scholars
Lain with whores of every colour
Stolen secrets of the royals
Fought my way home kiss the soil
Something for the pain
Jump from the plane
In a fine fat free fall
Quickie in the menstall
Weaving in and outta trouble
Better make mine quadruple
Sparring with the fates
Get the "m" to kick the "h"
I dig...deep...hide...seek...
I push...pull...punch...
I kick...fight...
Can I hitch a ride I'm sick inside
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7. |
Impotence
04:31
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This the light oblique
The time between where we meet
'Tis the evening calm
Where we melt all night long
Here in the pause inside
In night's connect to day-I hide
From the sad,the deep dolour
The great hard sorrow
On bright warm days I turn to the storm within
Committing every mortal sin
I have forgotten how to live
To walk the world in this same skin
Engage in small vulgarities
Mumble strange inanities
I am not here at all
My shade awaits in my hell
Built by my mind, it long endures
All incursions sent from here
For a moment, I relent
Dream small cessations of torment
But back I slide, importunate
Embrace myself, in descent
The guilt, the grief, it's my prize
To leave it would be compromise
In this commitment to before
I shall remain behind this door
The hallowing for me alone
In this my tomb, I will atone
The pain and ache I cannot shrug
For what I have professed to love
These horrors take shape in the night
Slide inside, to jab and bite
In lilac shadows that persist
My waking mind all violent mist
I refuse to say I did not fall, or
Pretend I stumbled not at all
I must not repress how close I came
To make this world forget my name
This is the light oblique
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8. |
WinterFire
05:38
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Seconds taking minutes aching hours
Since she's gone, it's undeniable
Would it be easier, to fake a smile
And just go down
I can try, choking on tears
Try, massaging my fears
Try, wasting more years
Park my love...out in the cold
I build myself WinterFire
To warm a soul, out in the cold
Hoping she appears
Sinistral spiral
Through the stars she's streaming
I sift my ashes smoke and mist
Off my knees she lifts me
Our dream is in her kiss
Leave now behind your darkling lament
Seize on the dream I send
Never forget
It's undeniable
You've got to try
To find me
I'm here in your WinterFire
My eyes cool in sleep
Between my nightly weeps
In dreams love's still burning
Is she returning?
Across the stars she wanders
Breaking the wave I'm under
Between the worlds she's walking, calling
In echoes she whispers these words
This love we share
Is not from here
Seize on the gift I send
It's in her kiss
It's Undeniable
You've got to try
To find me
Try and never forget
I'm here in your WinterFire
She lives in my desire
She lives in my desire
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9. |
Raw Naked Monday
03:47
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Its a raw naked Monday
Laid out, ripe in her room
She's declining all raiment
I'm unsealing my doom
On a raw naked Monday
Alllove on Monday
At your door
May I come in?
I'm raw nervy memory
Locked and fused in lover's lightning
I'm burning it off
Just like yesterday's skin
Raw naked Monday
Lies ripe in her room
Alllove on Monday
Laid out in a swoon
No longer a vision
No longer strange
We sleepin' fitful
We play Kama Sutra Supreme
Awaken from each way
Into happy smiling new dream
Its a secular service
We've got sanctified sin
So so sacred Monday
Jealous friends never get in
No longer a vision
No longer strange
Professin' confessin'
You know she sears like the sun
We make love incandescent
We live and love in Illumination
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10. |
Children Of Kali
04:20
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Children of the future
Heed the call
Cast off all doubt
Get off and outta line
TAKE BACK YOUR MIND
Sing your lonely into song
There’s nothing gained
In your end
May you live your life
In love’s revenge
Arm your love
Avenge the world
Children of Kali
String your bows
Shoot your arrows deep
Into the heart of greed
Solace for misery
Children of kali
Sink your teeth
Into the hand that feeds you
Poison pills
Life unfulfilled
Be young hellions
In rebellion
Let love’s revenge
Avenge your world
Arm your love
Avenge the world
Children of Kali
Slake your thirst
Be young birds of prey
On who scorched the earth
Let love burn
Children of Kali
Cut the throat
Of the old familiar enemy
Of the love you need
Be young hellions
In rebellion
Animalian
In rebellion
Let love’s revenge
Avenge your world
Arm your love
Avenge the world
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11. |
A Hymn For Us
04:02
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Please, a hymn for all of us
We who live and who we lost
Who searched for love at life’s cost
Please, a hymn for all of us
May they live in Elysian fields
In blinding beauty that does not yield
Memory’s treasure we always feel
Roll away the stone that seals
In darkest night may you dream
Of wildling light that you seek
That glory sparks in every child
If built into a fire
Yea glory sparks in every child
Help them build a lasting fire
Of Love before they learn to lie
Give them Love that never dies
In Our Love’s a legacy
A legacy of Love (x2)
Place seeds of life in every gun
No, don’t flinch it must be done
Shoot them hard into the ground
Make growing joy the only sound
All creatures hear the sacred psalm
As broken hearts sing all night long
The timeless plea: “Let kindness be
The future for you and me”
In our Love a legacy
A legacy of Love
Legacy of Love
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12. |
CandleLight
03:35
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We are beauty in CandleLight
Otherworldly love-shadows in our night
Lovers wordless play
Our love is infinite
I swim into your gaze
Where love's fire resides
Love is shimmering
Mm mm mm mm mm mm Mine
In CandleLight
Alllove is our world
Just as the sun gave us the earth
So fires of love give us birth
When the candle throes in final thrill
Put out not the flame...let it go
In CandleLight
Alllove is our world
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