Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on Jul 7, 2017 20:46:18 GMT -5
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Transformer
Every time I sing, you say that I’m gas-lighting, falsifying a private Thermidor
Your love was a warm wind, and me an empty sail, I collapse to the kitchen floor
When I wish I was never born,
My mother tells me I wasn’t born so much as excreted
But this emptiness is a gift
I’m free to write the future, an empty man undefeated
I think I’ve found the cure:
Make sure you're living a quarter of your waking life in the present
And the rest I’ll spend remembering
Scorching our feet on the sand and tires of our bikes on wet cement
We were sparklers in the night, and even now your resting face cannot conceal the light
Your love was a warm wind, as the world you left, it falls away, and an island rises into sight
Paragon Of Order
Rage up the street a dog on a leash
Men try to corner me to get a piece
You don’t need to ask, you got it wrong
Child of a broken home can love anyone
And the unblinking eye that keeps track of our shit
It will look to the left when kids get lit
My muscles softened since I washed up here
And I traded the scythe for a cig and a bottle of beer
In the hollow distance
A man tries to be kind
The mainlander boy pays for the bath
They let you spend the night if you crash
And radiator drone, Sister Faith and Sister Chance
Children of broken homes, we will dance
And I face the ocean, pray for change
Freedom and loneliness, one and the same
I will pray in secret, says the scripture
And facing the ocean I silently whisper
In the hollow distance
A man tries to be kind
Godkiller’s alive!
Godkiller’s alive!
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The Sound Of The Engines
Oh, I dream of starships, starships and the void
The faces of the prophets history destroyed
But I will live forever, of this I am sure
I’ll bury my lovers, I am the cure
My body is wider and stronger than collapsing buildings
And I will see the graves, I will see the graves of your children
Woke up in an ambulance, beaten and bleeding
The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing
When I was a user, my arms were all in splinters
But out here in the snowy fields, I am the winter
My coat falls open and I let you in
The Great White Noise will be your undoing
A left to the heavens and a right, a right to the jaw
The chorus of the angels, and I fall
Woke up in an ambulance, blue-fingered and freezing
The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing
Perseverance Of The Saints
I wake up in the night, my body is paralyzed
Mind is running reckless, colours are all alive
All across my eyelids, the silence of the spheres
What manner of evil would think it engineered?
Still, I left my friends and family pastured
Boarded a ship to spread the news
When I started to feel like I believed in a lie
I climbed up a mountain to get my dues
Nobody wanted him dead
Nobody wanted him dead
Cargo on the jetty knocks me out of reverie
It is only in my lover’s arms that I can ever sleep
In regeneration, we will all persevere
Sun across our bodies, how long we been lying here?
Memory is what makes you older
You hold on to memory like a mother-hoarder
And time gets quick as you administrate
All the leavings of the passing years
And I pull your arms around me
I pull your arms around me
Did I pick you up so I could feel again
Like the boy who had the eye of every man?
I pull your arms around me
I pull your arms around me
Polar Vortex
If I wake before the sun rises
I remember stories old
Told to me by my mother’s voice
As the sky it turns from blue to gold
She told me of the day she learned
That madness is man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
And she let the madness in
Like any other man I have a code
And hold my friends to higher standards
But out on Ellen’s Quay a new crop of kids
Every year with louder voices
Trying to reach them is like sewing up a geyser
‘Cause madness is a man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
They will let the madness in
And then there are those who can make time stop
Crush the future into present
Your job your house your family
Turn to dust in an instant
And a single word from your lover’s voice
Says madness is a man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
You will let the madness in
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A Bloody Morning
Started drinking on the job
And the job became easy
Keep my hands upon the wheel and my eyes to the sea
Our two-masted yellow schooner seemed to need some course correction
And it may have looked suspicious, but the sun was on my shoulders
And my ginger hair
Lady Virtue's Lace is bowing in the wind
And I slouch in my chair, thinking,
"Who gives a shit about them? When did they ever give a shit about me?"
All around my lower ribs
Spider veins are forming
I've mistaken self-indulgence for self-care
But do not be scared
Surely some disaster will descend and equalize us
A crisis
Will unify the godless and the fearless and the righteous
I am knocked to the hull
As the schooner hits a reef beneath the surface
And we list and I fall
And the passengers are tumbling over railing, overboard and into sea
And yet
And yet
In a certain slant of light the feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves and a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle every ship upon the sea
And upon the surf the passengers are scrambling and swimming
And my vision is unsteady and my head is scribbling scribbling
And the next is a blur
I am crawling through the waves to reach a woman
Saint Christopher!
An underwater starscape, an escape, I cannot swim, I cannot swim
But in a certain slant of light the feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves and a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle every ship upon the sea
Fire-Mare
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
And when I sleep I will dream about a dove on the wind I’ll dream about a child
And the words I would say to his father and mother
Owen are you there?
End this nightmare I’m in
Rush to my arms in the morning
And meet me out on the same platform
How badly I wish for it
That we can be angels and not this bullshit
And I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
We had no future
And if I was in love it had no story
Love it will forget, love has already
And if I was in love now I am nothing
I’ll dream about a dove on the wind
I’ll dream about a child
And the words I would say to his father and mother
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
Lewis Gets Fucked Into Space
Then I thought I saw a totem
Mounted on my northern bedroom wall
It sparked and lit the walls of my home
And my body rises like a stone
When I regain my consciousness it’s crawling up the spine
There’s something in my now that it not mine
It touches nervous system crystalline
Glowing abdomen to fingers
I am the vine
My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
With a ten-foot tele-vista and his hands upon my face
Fucked into space, fucked into space
Then I thought I saw the rooftops
Disappear beneath my feet
And I wonder who will sing of me when I am gone?
As my body rises like a stone
My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
I got a ten-mile tele-vista with his hands across my face
Fucked into space, fucked into space
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In Darkness
A satellite mistaken for a planet
A planet for a satellite
Let me be your anchorite
The lonely only need to look up into the light
With lungs that breathe together soundlessly
Hold together fast, hold tight
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to die to be forgiven
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to be a slave to your desiring
Let me be your anchorite, floating above the sea
Let me be your confessor
Lay your burdens down on me
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to die to be forgiven
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to be a slave to your desiring
Transformer
Every time I sing, you say that I’m gas-lighting, falsifying a private Thermidor
Your love was a warm wind, and me an empty sail, I collapse to the kitchen floor
When I wish I was never born,
My mother tells me I wasn’t born so much as excreted
But this emptiness is a gift
I’m free to write the future, an empty man undefeated
I think I’ve found the cure:
Make sure you're living a quarter of your waking life in the present
And the rest I’ll spend remembering
Scorching our feet on the sand and tires of our bikes on wet cement
We were sparklers in the night, and even now your resting face cannot conceal the light
Your love was a warm wind, as the world you left, it falls away, and an island rises into sight
Paragon Of Order
Rage up the street a dog on a leash
Men try to corner me to get a piece
You don’t need to ask, you got it wrong
Child of a broken home can love anyone
And the unblinking eye that keeps track of our shit
It will look to the left when kids get lit
My muscles softened since I washed up here
And I traded the scythe for a cig and a bottle of beer
In the hollow distance
A man tries to be kind
The mainlander boy pays for the bath
They let you spend the night if you crash
And radiator drone, Sister Faith and Sister Chance
Children of broken homes, we will dance
And I face the ocean, pray for change
Freedom and loneliness, one and the same
I will pray in secret, says the scripture
And facing the ocean I silently whisper
In the hollow distance
A man tries to be kind
Godkiller’s alive!
Godkiller’s alive!
→
The Sound Of The Engines
Oh, I dream of starships, starships and the void
The faces of the prophets history destroyed
But I will live forever, of this I am sure
I’ll bury my lovers, I am the cure
My body is wider and stronger than collapsing buildings
And I will see the graves, I will see the graves of your children
Woke up in an ambulance, beaten and bleeding
The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing
When I was a user, my arms were all in splinters
But out here in the snowy fields, I am the winter
My coat falls open and I let you in
The Great White Noise will be your undoing
A left to the heavens and a right, a right to the jaw
The chorus of the angels, and I fall
Woke up in an ambulance, blue-fingered and freezing
The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing
Perseverance Of The Saints
I wake up in the night, my body is paralyzed
Mind is running reckless, colours are all alive
All across my eyelids, the silence of the spheres
What manner of evil would think it engineered?
Still, I left my friends and family pastured
Boarded a ship to spread the news
When I started to feel like I believed in a lie
I climbed up a mountain to get my dues
Nobody wanted him dead
Nobody wanted him dead
Cargo on the jetty knocks me out of reverie
It is only in my lover’s arms that I can ever sleep
In regeneration, we will all persevere
Sun across our bodies, how long we been lying here?
Memory is what makes you older
You hold on to memory like a mother-hoarder
And time gets quick as you administrate
All the leavings of the passing years
And I pull your arms around me
I pull your arms around me
Did I pick you up so I could feel again
Like the boy who had the eye of every man?
I pull your arms around me
I pull your arms around me
Polar Vortex
If I wake before the sun rises
I remember stories old
Told to me by my mother’s voice
As the sky it turns from blue to gold
She told me of the day she learned
That madness is man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
And she let the madness in
Like any other man I have a code
And hold my friends to higher standards
But out on Ellen’s Quay a new crop of kids
Every year with louder voices
Trying to reach them is like sewing up a geyser
‘Cause madness is a man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
They will let the madness in
And then there are those who can make time stop
Crush the future into present
Your job your house your family
Turn to dust in an instant
And a single word from your lover’s voice
Says madness is a man, oh
Madness is a man among us, oh
You will let the madness in
→
A Bloody Morning
Started drinking on the job
And the job became easy
Keep my hands upon the wheel and my eyes to the sea
Our two-masted yellow schooner seemed to need some course correction
And it may have looked suspicious, but the sun was on my shoulders
And my ginger hair
Lady Virtue's Lace is bowing in the wind
And I slouch in my chair, thinking,
"Who gives a shit about them? When did they ever give a shit about me?"
All around my lower ribs
Spider veins are forming
I've mistaken self-indulgence for self-care
But do not be scared
Surely some disaster will descend and equalize us
A crisis
Will unify the godless and the fearless and the righteous
I am knocked to the hull
As the schooner hits a reef beneath the surface
And we list and I fall
And the passengers are tumbling over railing, overboard and into sea
And yet
And yet
In a certain slant of light the feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves and a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle every ship upon the sea
And upon the surf the passengers are scrambling and swimming
And my vision is unsteady and my head is scribbling scribbling
And the next is a blur
I am crawling through the waves to reach a woman
Saint Christopher!
An underwater starscape, an escape, I cannot swim, I cannot swim
But in a certain slant of light the feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves and a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle every ship upon the sea
Fire-Mare
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
And when I sleep I will dream about a dove on the wind I’ll dream about a child
And the words I would say to his father and mother
Owen are you there?
End this nightmare I’m in
Rush to my arms in the morning
And meet me out on the same platform
How badly I wish for it
That we can be angels and not this bullshit
And I will burn every place that we entered
And I will burn away this hatred within me
We had no future
And if I was in love it had no story
Love it will forget, love has already
And if I was in love now I am nothing
I’ll dream about a dove on the wind
I’ll dream about a child
And the words I would say to his father and mother
Oh, I never learned how to hate
I never learned how to be hated
Can it be controlled?
Can anything be controlled?
It hurts like a cancer in me
But in every room I still can feel his ghost
Blood rushing around us
Like a herd of phantom horses
Lewis Gets Fucked Into Space
Then I thought I saw a totem
Mounted on my northern bedroom wall
It sparked and lit the walls of my home
And my body rises like a stone
When I regain my consciousness it’s crawling up the spine
There’s something in my now that it not mine
It touches nervous system crystalline
Glowing abdomen to fingers
I am the vine
My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
With a ten-foot tele-vista and his hands upon my face
Fucked into space, fucked into space
Then I thought I saw the rooftops
Disappear beneath my feet
And I wonder who will sing of me when I am gone?
As my body rises like a stone
My back snaps like a rubber band, my arms bound in embrace
I got a ten-mile tele-vista with his hands across my face
Fucked into space, fucked into space
→
In Darkness
A satellite mistaken for a planet
A planet for a satellite
Let me be your anchorite
The lonely only need to look up into the light
With lungs that breathe together soundlessly
Hold together fast, hold tight
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to die to be forgiven
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to be a slave to your desiring
Let me be your anchorite, floating above the sea
Let me be your confessor
Lay your burdens down on me
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to die to be forgiven
You don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to be a slave to your desiring