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High and Low
03:32
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Into these valleys and hills
I've found a plot of land
where I can lay my heart
beaten and bound
to these wires of fear
High and low, so bound
High and low so bound
High and low, so bound
to these wires of fear
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2. |
Blue House
04:08
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Blue house
Enter the void
Blue house
Save me from myself
As I reach for another one line
Shivering cold, venomous sweat
Animals feast on the ground
Carefuly I bend and swerve
Oh, holy death wine
Wetting my dry throat I swear
this is the last one, bye bye
A demon rests now in my head
Absolutely beaten and burnt body
Absolutely confused and impaired
I drink and dive in this pool of disease
I'm the janitor of lunacy and despair
My eyes swollen, the side of my lips foaming
These are the last rites of my dignity's death
I'm a servant of the heartache I've been snorting
I sip gasoline and hide in my lair
Blue house
Enter the void
Blue house
Save me from myself
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3. |
(Everyway I Feel So) Low
03:45
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There's a man
going backwards down the road
he seems so tired
cleaning windshields and singing songs
he reminded me of you
juggling dreams and bending fences
trading now for past romances
backing tears for so long
In every way I feel so low
In time the ocean moves
a woman ashores to the coast
In her hands there are ashes
of those who fought and fold
In astral destinations
the skies are bleak and thin
a layer of desire
crackling unto the seam
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Effigies
05:54
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She was so bright, her name was Diva
She was a queen, full of blaze
Had such a life, all was a game, couldn't stop anyway
She got so hurt when someone said
"you freak of nature, go away"
She got addicted to crack cocaine, was last seen in 10th of May
And these effigies of life
are all burnt as the morning rises
Black or blue, Golden or grey
The evening falls again
Dear Uncle Ben, I wish I could
see you once again as someone new
You were so dear, taught me so much
The first who said "I believe in you"
I was so young, they told me you had aids
didn't know it was so late
I wish I've taken that final call
Forgive me dear, i was so afraid
And these effigies of life
are all burnt as the morning rises
old and Young, ghosts roaming the haze
only memories remain
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In every colour lies
Sparkling through golden earrings and glissando fabric
Longing for every tear every child conceived
Ditching every tonality of pain and hunger
Lapsing in violet ephemera of outer planets
In every colour lies
The divinity of a thousand waves crashing
The coldness of the optic and the language
The brandishing of swords made of crystal and sorrow
The queer melodies of animals being slaughtered
In every colour lies
Negativity in magnetic circles of dead matter
Drunken walls risen by the symmetry of god
Satin tears torn by the black becoming
In the dead nature of the finished song
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White Chalk Of Tears
07:26
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Do guide me forth with your heat,
Let our sweat adorn our empire
Carve your fingers in my flesh with lust - please, tighter
Evil is the starry sky of good,
pouring down my White chalk of tears
This passion wires to my soul til I can't breath
Nest me in you thighs and let me in
this temple barely lit by a violet fire
In a ritual dance reshape me with barbedwire
Brand me with your diamond hands
let my tongue explore your rear so caustic
I want to arouse what aches til darkness blinds us
Do not seek water when you beget fires,
Fresh water lies in steeping slopes you cannot reach
Dig me with your fingers looking for gunfire
love moves in violent blows, sultry whispers and tears
Burn, burn the piles of corpses with that violet fire,
Under a venereal moon vermin rape flowers in a frenzy
Do not ask "why am I seeking in you what's missing in me?"
For it's to love so gloom it mocks its tender fantasy
Do place me down to your feet,
Let me inhale your sweat so sour
Under the venereal moon
golden rain bathes my precious flower
Don't save me when I drown
Extract my disease with diamond plyers
Desecrate every corner
Of my fallen empire
Listen to the creation's choir
Carol melodies about wretched abortions
Surrender and watch nature
Rebuild its reign of terror and desire
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Wet Ground Made Of Sand
09:18
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I've been dreaming about you, dear
while sleeping in the guestroom bed
Holding your earrings
thinking about death
"I have some errands to run, dear"
Afterward, you complained on the brakes
For these words you have spoken to me
Or so I made it up to ease the blame
I heard some voices last night
They remembered me of your laughter
A hidden stain on the matress
Things that I can't forget
Your scent still lingers
in a shawl, in a comb, in your hat
i figure your silhouette so clearly
in the veins of the wood of our bed
Sometimes I feel alone
Sometimes I laugh again
Sometimes I bury my head
in a wet ground made of sand
I hose the plants in your Garden
I weep after the breakfast
The floor is dirty now
I lie that I don't have time
Time and form neither exist
The days feel like a cage
I tell my desires to the walls
I remember of your portrait
You looked like a smiling lunatic
You said you would come back
Chorus
I remember the day and date
The light crippling in between the drapes
The scent of petrichor
intertwined with the aroma of mace
They called me around six
the tires spiraled all over the lane
They told me you had a drink
the same as in our first date
I have learned to feign moving forward
I have learned how to fear god
I got paralyzed at your funeral
And paid handsomely for your coffin
All the Plans we did
The years of friendship
Made me see that
Without you I don't even exist
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