Member Since: 9/29/2005
Band Members: unharnessed raw power breaking open your veins
on a close-call afternoon of open doors and broken latches
with systematic precision and all the sadness of widows
we embrace like a chemical connection
tied at the molecular level
and conjoined, with pure magnetic lust
we, too, can break the locks and pass through into our birthright
to fulfill our duties as gods and pawns
now at a down tempo we see the molecules dance to a hypnotic sway
buzz buzz life buzzing atoms rich with attraction
animal attraction ripping vessels out by the teeth
crazed possesion
love is ours,
their poison is not strong enough to weaken our step
late nights, again and again
up for no good reason
making and recieving phone calls
phone calls for business, others for pleasure
down in to a bitter bunker, escape from the fire
around the head is a crown of thorns
scars will form patterns of history
a hard cry in the rain
broken bone nirvana
lungs fill with blood
drowned before dusk
red vessels carry the message
electric railway suicide
scrub the blood from the floor
it's nice work if you can get it
ocean babble drowns you out
the aquatic audience
an ambiance
crowd noise louder than the ramble
muttered under our breath
foamy, hazy and crawling with life
this could be the biggest audience we'll ever have
a thin layer of red desert dirt dried and cracking on your exposed skin
sinking castle sitting like a fish tank ornament
inwardly searching for patterns
in nature, the telltale cycles of an inept culture
ignoring centuries of experience
standing knee-deep in the ocean waving down boats
dawn of man, flawed and perfect
balanced
deaf to the music of the spheres
blind to the short-term memory of generations
and our unwillingness to agree
a poisoned well full of breast milk turned into wine
put back onto the shelf like an antique
older than we are, dusty but not dirty
the meaning is lost through the years
and adopted by someone with an eye for old beauty
coma fire keeps me rested like a monk
in the same well-lit attic that it's always been
in every dream
the three most beautiful women that have ever loved me
knock on the attic door and give me suggestions
as to which of them would love me best
i'm starting to think that none of them will be up for the challenge
so i leave the attic and it's beautiful furnishings
and find a grassy hill in my home town
with a brand new vixen with ruby red lips
lips that turn everything else into black and white
and she is kissing me like i've known her for years
like a mouthful of mercury
heavy heavy heavy poison
you're too kind, really
please, tell me;
why are you so good to me?
surreal
languid
blood flowing like milk
lapped up by a thirsty heart
skin has never been softer
love has never been easier
sharing has never been harder
kept overnight in a jar
messy little holes punched in the lid
and inside, a little grass to sleep on
i'm thankful
i could be your best kept secret
just wait a while longer
and it will be more fun to finally tell
right there where the stones sing
and the caves ring out
and the trees agree
that feeling of vibrations changing us
into subtle dieties
it's not magic if you can solve it
and your magic is a puzzle unparalleled
i'll suspend disbelief and you can fool me
slight of hand, slight of heart
i can be your audience, and clap when appropriate
blindfolded, i can be a stage prop
and help you perform
Influences:
video by Shawn Hatfield
Type of Label: None