Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on Nov 12, 2012 15:42:04 GMT -5
I Am Not Afraid I am not afraid, ze said, of the non-believer within me. No delight at the pain of my enemies no tears for any friends I have lost. You are not alone, I said. It is a trial to keep my belief suspended. I leave my violin unattended in a cab or a restaurant. And then when ze started to sing, nobody could've called them crazy. Open chord forever unchanging. Holy eternal drone.
I'll never have any children, I'd bear them and eat them, my children. I'm gonna change my body in the light and the shadow of suspicion. I am no longer afraid. The truth doesn't terrify us, terrify us. My salvation is found in discipline, discipline.
I haven't had a smoke in years but I will catch a drag if you are smoking. They told me to chew on a toothpick. They told me to take a deep breath. What is better is to punch a wall, to bin the boxes of your old love letters, to be impassive to the words that could save you, to need to see the world as ash.
And I'll never have any children, I would bear them and confuse them, my children. And I'm not at all afraid of changing but I don't know what good it would do me. I am no longer afraid. The truth doesn't terrify us, terrify us. My salvation is found in discipline, discipline.
In Conflict Strung out on the highway, the car inverted. What are you but a drum and a tube and a wire, black heart? A fire in the dark? I have no statement for your benefit, young man, except this: we all will live again in the eyes of an actor, and the light on the glass. So let me see that ass.
Sorceress, valkyrie, you let you let yourself believe. Sorceress, come clean, you let you let yourself believe that there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose.
Remember when I told you all about the father ghost? He whispers at you when you try to pull, you're an imbecile and your limbs carry lumber, your limbs carry lumber.
The shadow of violence is the shepherd of sense. The shadow of violence is the shepherd of sense and when I hit the fence I had a hand on the wheel and a hand on the dial, man on trial, man on trial.
Sorceress, valkyrie, you let you let yourself believe. Sorceress, come clean, you let you let yourself believe that there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose.
On A Path Dig, dig for silver in the name of keeping the order. Silver is nothing more than the displacement of water. It's a trick of the light on the face of your daughter (and/or your son). The rising tide of intellect your room a holy mess a copy of "The Dispossessed" your room a holy mess. You say you'll never go home but the truth is you never left it. At the top of the Canyon we look down at what can be created by vote created by bill created by vote. You stand in a city that you don't know anymore spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before. You stand in a city that you don't know anymore, we tried to rule the world but we couldn't get beyond the front door
I was a kid without a heart, my chest an empty cavity a hole to be filled with the multitudes around me. So why didn't you say, why didn't you say so when you could see? We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop we gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop. I stood in a city that I don't know anymore no I don't know anymore I stood in a city but I don't know anymore I don't know anymore. I stand in a city that I don't know anymore spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before clap hands for a city that we don't know anymore see the sun coming out as we walk the last mile of the lake shore.
Song for five and six At five and six even as a child you felt the terror of the infinite. Stencilling your diagrams of trilogies and pyramids on the face of the infinite. And sing about a poetess, hyacinth around her feet, that it will never come again is what makes our life so sweet.
Do you agree or disagree? There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive. The sun has set on me. There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
You saved the game and Escobar came from the grave to warn you with a bloody hand to never try to make the band, said like a blister undersole, the body will heal any hole the body gradually transform and lose its features one by one until it is as beautiful as the wind before the storm.
Do you agree or disagree? There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive. The sun has set on me. There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
The sticks smash on the flatbed boys tour the town victorious in war the sticks smash on the flatbed boys on the ball.
The Secret Seven Moon it rises to break across the river and a moon-faced boy. Would you write a speaking part for me, a part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water? It don’t get better, the hunger, even back in his arms, no the water will get higher as fast as you run.
Charity think no evil and charity never faileth let me feed you with a song. I’m out on the street with an open case and a mandolin and with every coin I am born again. Faith will return to you my friend. Somedays I feel like the end of mankind and somedays the beginning, watching kids turn into lovers believers and it don’t get better, the hunger, even back in his arms, no the water will get higher the faster you run.
Sun it rises to shine upon the wreckage of our broken bloody union. Does it fill your gaps like it fills in mine? The sunlight creeping cross the line to rest upon the site of our ruin and if your mother doesn’t answer then give me a call here’s my number 854-4784.
Chorale Out from the heavens, one of the seven comes to collect me while I am sleeping. Holy enemy, leave me, leave me be. I’d be leaving too much behind me, unfinished and unripened. He is a creature of song, in his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven, but he comes from another world, a world I could not could never believe in.
Lead me to the ocean, clasp my hand, shade me from the sunlight, we lay down in the sand. Oh surrender, I cannot surrender, I can see it but I cannot feel it, I can say it but I won’t believe it. He is a creature of song, in his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven, but he comes from another world, a world I could not could never believe in.
The Passions We talked about the drugs and we decided to abstain but still we locked ourselves inside and then my fingers lock behind your head you hook your pinkies on my jeans I’m twenty-eight and you’re nineteen, compassion, compassion.
The innocent fun soon-to-be will start to feel like currency as we try to get it on in bed you’ve given me your home and head you put on The Queen Is Dead I just want to talk instead, compassion, compassion.
The Sky Behind The Flag The only girl I ever fell in love with taught me how to drink as if it needed to be taught I’d always give that girl another shot. We drank away the difficult times a sheet of noise to wash away our grievance and I left in the fading light at the end of the season. She said I was the guy behind the counter who would offer to give you comfort when there was none I said I was the sky behind the flag. Don’t need a miracle we need to lose control men only need to lose control.
The drive goes on as our conversation turns to something something on the radio then to the drone, the engine is our anniversary song. And I think as I look over lucky you lucky me and lucky lucky you we will be together in our strangeness and safety. Don’t need a miracle we need to lose control Owen why must you always be first to wake and first to fight first to wound and first to fly? I need to lose control why can’t I lose control first to wake and first to fight first to wound and first to fly?
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The Riverbed Heart heart in your mouth hand on the paper with the new work that you’ve found the gift of your depression bears you down down down and when you wake for the sixth straight day with the tanqueray you will rise rise again and drink again hurtle hurtle into the breach let your body fall out of reach
on the day that you find your 30s have left you childless remember when you meet your coupled friends with unease the world will forget all the good they have done and the world’ll forget any good you have done hurtle hurtle into the breach let your body fall out of reach
out of work out of house out of your mind lay your head lay your heart next to mine and try to admit that you might have it wrong try to admit that you might have it wrong thunderhead oh thunderhead i will be your riverbed
Infernal Fantasy across the overpass it starts to rain we leave your father’s house enveloped in flames owen where were you to stop the fire? i know no satisfaction only know desire my arms are tender from the summer sun hallucinating as we try to make each other come your silhouette a stuttering of tracers the rising flame reflects across our faces the mind is merciful in its ignorance for if we correlated all its contents we’d give our bodies over to a fire that knows no satisfaction only knows desire wait for sunlight wait for another time wait for sunlight wait for another life sun shine through you sun shine over you over you sun shine through you sun shine over you over you
Soldiers Rock out on a bicycle a reflection left behind the desires of your daughters they will never be defined wild pedal wild energized by the stolen vodka and triple-sec wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck i’m out on a bicycle feeling god is on my side my mother didn’t believe in discipline or the unconscious mind ooh when you finally realize our love is found between the waking and the dreaming ooh we fight one another in the afternoon we bathe we bathe each other in the evening pick up pickup your tiny arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your mother somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky ooh the greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied as it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of parliament so it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government pick up pick up the bayonet and run it through run it through the stomach of your brother pick up pick up your bloody arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your lover
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I'll never have any children, I'd bear them and eat them, my children. I'm gonna change my body in the light and the shadow of suspicion. I am no longer afraid. The truth doesn't terrify us, terrify us. My salvation is found in discipline, discipline.
I haven't had a smoke in years but I will catch a drag if you are smoking. They told me to chew on a toothpick. They told me to take a deep breath. What is better is to punch a wall, to bin the boxes of your old love letters, to be impassive to the words that could save you, to need to see the world as ash.
And I'll never have any children, I would bear them and confuse them, my children. And I'm not at all afraid of changing but I don't know what good it would do me. I am no longer afraid. The truth doesn't terrify us, terrify us. My salvation is found in discipline, discipline.
In Conflict Strung out on the highway, the car inverted. What are you but a drum and a tube and a wire, black heart? A fire in the dark? I have no statement for your benefit, young man, except this: we all will live again in the eyes of an actor, and the light on the glass. So let me see that ass.
Sorceress, valkyrie, you let you let yourself believe. Sorceress, come clean, you let you let yourself believe that there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose.
Remember when I told you all about the father ghost? He whispers at you when you try to pull, you're an imbecile and your limbs carry lumber, your limbs carry lumber.
The shadow of violence is the shepherd of sense. The shadow of violence is the shepherd of sense and when I hit the fence I had a hand on the wheel and a hand on the dial, man on trial, man on trial.
Sorceress, valkyrie, you let you let yourself believe. Sorceress, come clean, you let you let yourself believe that there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose.
On A Path Dig, dig for silver in the name of keeping the order. Silver is nothing more than the displacement of water. It's a trick of the light on the face of your daughter (and/or your son). The rising tide of intellect your room a holy mess a copy of "The Dispossessed" your room a holy mess. You say you'll never go home but the truth is you never left it. At the top of the Canyon we look down at what can be created by vote created by bill created by vote. You stand in a city that you don't know anymore spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before. You stand in a city that you don't know anymore, we tried to rule the world but we couldn't get beyond the front door
I was a kid without a heart, my chest an empty cavity a hole to be filled with the multitudes around me. So why didn't you say, why didn't you say so when you could see? We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop we gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop. I stood in a city that I don't know anymore no I don't know anymore I stood in a city but I don't know anymore I don't know anymore. I stand in a city that I don't know anymore spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before clap hands for a city that we don't know anymore see the sun coming out as we walk the last mile of the lake shore.
Song for five and six At five and six even as a child you felt the terror of the infinite. Stencilling your diagrams of trilogies and pyramids on the face of the infinite. And sing about a poetess, hyacinth around her feet, that it will never come again is what makes our life so sweet.
Do you agree or disagree? There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive. The sun has set on me. There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
You saved the game and Escobar came from the grave to warn you with a bloody hand to never try to make the band, said like a blister undersole, the body will heal any hole the body gradually transform and lose its features one by one until it is as beautiful as the wind before the storm.
Do you agree or disagree? There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive. The sun has set on me. There’s a gap between what a man want and what a man will receive.
The sticks smash on the flatbed boys tour the town victorious in war the sticks smash on the flatbed boys on the ball.
The Secret Seven Moon it rises to break across the river and a moon-faced boy. Would you write a speaking part for me, a part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water? It don’t get better, the hunger, even back in his arms, no the water will get higher as fast as you run.
Charity think no evil and charity never faileth let me feed you with a song. I’m out on the street with an open case and a mandolin and with every coin I am born again. Faith will return to you my friend. Somedays I feel like the end of mankind and somedays the beginning, watching kids turn into lovers believers and it don’t get better, the hunger, even back in his arms, no the water will get higher the faster you run.
Sun it rises to shine upon the wreckage of our broken bloody union. Does it fill your gaps like it fills in mine? The sunlight creeping cross the line to rest upon the site of our ruin and if your mother doesn’t answer then give me a call here’s my number 854-4784.
Chorale Out from the heavens, one of the seven comes to collect me while I am sleeping. Holy enemy, leave me, leave me be. I’d be leaving too much behind me, unfinished and unripened. He is a creature of song, in his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven, but he comes from another world, a world I could not could never believe in.
Lead me to the ocean, clasp my hand, shade me from the sunlight, we lay down in the sand. Oh surrender, I cannot surrender, I can see it but I cannot feel it, I can say it but I won’t believe it. He is a creature of song, in his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven, but he comes from another world, a world I could not could never believe in.
The Passions We talked about the drugs and we decided to abstain but still we locked ourselves inside and then my fingers lock behind your head you hook your pinkies on my jeans I’m twenty-eight and you’re nineteen, compassion, compassion.
The innocent fun soon-to-be will start to feel like currency as we try to get it on in bed you’ve given me your home and head you put on The Queen Is Dead I just want to talk instead, compassion, compassion.
The Sky Behind The Flag The only girl I ever fell in love with taught me how to drink as if it needed to be taught I’d always give that girl another shot. We drank away the difficult times a sheet of noise to wash away our grievance and I left in the fading light at the end of the season. She said I was the guy behind the counter who would offer to give you comfort when there was none I said I was the sky behind the flag. Don’t need a miracle we need to lose control men only need to lose control.
The drive goes on as our conversation turns to something something on the radio then to the drone, the engine is our anniversary song. And I think as I look over lucky you lucky me and lucky lucky you we will be together in our strangeness and safety. Don’t need a miracle we need to lose control Owen why must you always be first to wake and first to fight first to wound and first to fly? I need to lose control why can’t I lose control first to wake and first to fight first to wound and first to fly?
→
The Riverbed Heart heart in your mouth hand on the paper with the new work that you’ve found the gift of your depression bears you down down down and when you wake for the sixth straight day with the tanqueray you will rise rise again and drink again hurtle hurtle into the breach let your body fall out of reach
on the day that you find your 30s have left you childless remember when you meet your coupled friends with unease the world will forget all the good they have done and the world’ll forget any good you have done hurtle hurtle into the breach let your body fall out of reach
out of work out of house out of your mind lay your head lay your heart next to mine and try to admit that you might have it wrong try to admit that you might have it wrong thunderhead oh thunderhead i will be your riverbed
Infernal Fantasy across the overpass it starts to rain we leave your father’s house enveloped in flames owen where were you to stop the fire? i know no satisfaction only know desire my arms are tender from the summer sun hallucinating as we try to make each other come your silhouette a stuttering of tracers the rising flame reflects across our faces the mind is merciful in its ignorance for if we correlated all its contents we’d give our bodies over to a fire that knows no satisfaction only knows desire wait for sunlight wait for another time wait for sunlight wait for another life sun shine through you sun shine over you over you sun shine through you sun shine over you over you
Soldiers Rock out on a bicycle a reflection left behind the desires of your daughters they will never be defined wild pedal wild energized by the stolen vodka and triple-sec wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck i’m out on a bicycle feeling god is on my side my mother didn’t believe in discipline or the unconscious mind ooh when you finally realize our love is found between the waking and the dreaming ooh we fight one another in the afternoon we bathe we bathe each other in the evening pick up pickup your tiny arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your mother somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky ooh the greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied as it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of parliament so it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government pick up pick up the bayonet and run it through run it through the stomach of your brother pick up pick up your bloody arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your lover
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