Words

The Words page has now been updated. The page has been redesigned so that it’s now clearer which lyrics belong to when they were written, and to whom and which band. KjD lyrics start things off, followed by Flying Mango Attack, Anno’s independent songs (one’s he wrote during FMA and KjD, but which were not ‘band’ songs), and finally Billy’s independent songs, most of which have been written since KjD was destroyed (and can be downloaded on his page).

METHOD ONE

Recovering sunlight.
Stealing back heat from it's forger;
Drawing back order in neat little lines and
Pinning the pieces of dawn to the world.
Tying the arrows of time to all things
Still in the running.
Still in the wings of existence, humming along:
"I am coming. I am coming.
But I might be just a little too far gone."

Give us guilt, it is the only milk for thought.

- Hey man, your head seems pretty small for an inventor.
You must be like a blacksmith: Just a sifter and a melter and a
Merger of old things now made hot.
Unknotted and battered and morphed to a mirror that
Flatters you more.

Alchemy's the poor man's art.

Bring a landslide Lord.
To wash away the surface of the world
and to bury all the bad things.
Like in children's stories - there are bad things.
And we bury them forever.

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What about the High School Honneyz that we never had?
Put those ghosts to sleep now, come find new ones.
Dressed as angels, and plea with them to damage you.
It's strange. But it's alright.
It's meant to be that way.

My dear, the road on which we're fixed it has no end.
It often bends through pain, but we can
Sit and stomp the mud and chomp the cud and say,
"If only this and that.
Those we love, if only they wouldn't bury us in fear.
If only. This and that."
But it's alright.
It has to be that way.

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This song was recorded along with Method One, but due to some problems with the recording it has been left off the download list

A room with a view is what you need sweet girl
My weakness is you and my strength is fear of letting go

I can recall a night that blackness kissed
Thick was the wind that swallowed all the light
I stumbled on and clawed my way to sleep
Love learned a lesson from truth

Broken light engulfed all my senses
I could feel your soul dancing gently away

I’m not much - this I must confess
But if you gave the time, Lord knows, I’d love you best

Beauty like yours hurts far too much and
rattles all my bones to your red rhythm

I love you!
I’m dependent on you

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You know you have to keep on moving man,
Or else you're liable to fall asleep.
Don't lay your brains upon that pillow,
You'll die right there upon your mattress.
Everyone gets everything they want
And everyone gives just the same.
All desires are fairly mutual at source:
They're all as selfish as each other.

She told me that she loved me and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about Divinity and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about her TV shows and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And then I said I loved her and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Girl, you know that words are only half truths
And that they glitter like a fools gold.
You wear them round you like a necklace,
To stop you looking like a carcass.

She even said she knew me and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about our parents and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And how we fell off of the same horse and blah blah blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about our bodies. In a river.

Then you realized the rivers name and source.
Then I said goodbye and nothing more.

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Watching the dance below
Perched as the moon
As Juliet the sun shines from above
Upon poor Romeo

Ice caps bathe riverbeds
As nightcaps cleanse awareness
Rest your head upon my heart again as you did before

Twisted as the mangroves are the veins in my arms
Cool steel could chill the blood as it has before

With a cry making all the good children turn in their graves
I am asking you to leave and never to return
To any other body, at any other time
To swim in anybody else’s heart apart from mine

You spoke to me of sadness and I thought that I could heal you
The remedy I had was ageless like the singing in your sigh

In a dream I take you to a garden so I can see my Lily in bloom
You push me in the rose bush and ask how much I love the smell of blood
Very much

I have never seen the end of the leaden decline
The beginning of the long fall for you deadened my taste
For any other body with any other mind
I don’t want another heart to beat in time with mine but I’m spineless

If only I could hold you to the light
I’d see your heart beat
I’d see where I was swimming and try to keep from coming up for air
Vanquished by languid eyes
Vandalized by her fire
O, how do you do it dear?

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There’s nothing at all anymore that will shield from
Perspective those eyes that were sealed and
Protected before that are red now and
Sore with a longing for blindness - A
Longing to peel off, like stickers, those pictures that
Flicker before us like fire, or still worse like a
Pyre of embers that waits for the wind. And remembers.

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There is not u in the veil of morning that
Hangs like a tattered old awning, in shreds from
The orangish sky - see it
Blow like a flag, like a
Bad camouflage, that is
Larger than all of you cinema screens
And still it can’t cover the dead

The colours are dreamy.
The reds are more red than in
All of your films about sacrifice and bliss,
The poor are so precise - they never miss the mark
There is no defense against ghosts for they
Lie in your own self.

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Don’t get me wrong - I long to know a
Time that knows no pain but there is
Only gain where there is empathy
I hunger for the fantasy that all men
Know each other
I think we need another education

Your homework is the witness things,
Me? I witnessed someone have a nightmare;
I could not share it, but I didn’t wake him for
I was so enjoying peace and quiet.

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Look at the man what you've made me -
Sorry and wise like iron and glass, if I
Asked for a reason you'd smile, if I
Asked for an answer you'd lie. What's
Driven to pain and disgust, all your efforts?
Your love is an animals den:
Lined with the bones of your dead.

Our names are forgotten.
Our heads are all rotten.
Our eyes are like cotton or silk.
Our minds are like curdling milk.
My carcass is mangled and
Tangled about round your feet:
A bramble that's dug in too deep.

There's hundreds of millions of
Tales and opinions to tell. But
I can't be bothered to yell anymore.
I'd smile but the wound is too sore.

The world now's the same as before - everyone's
Witty and droll and absolved with self pity and
Bored with this cold, shitty town -
Warmed only by a love that I
became too afraid to offend, so I ended up
Killing with kindness instead.

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Time collects it's dues from each of us.
(She gets down and moves to love's exit)
Taste in music says a lot, I guess.
(She gets down and grooves to love's exit)

She has this thing about the death of trust.
(She keeps her fishnet gloves on love's exit)
I bust my mouth on fragile words.
(Help me turn the key to love's exit)

All my colour's gone.

All the wrongs have now been righted.
Scribbled down (and cited in a court of law)
Where luck is in the draw (and truth is in the eye)
The jury finds in favor of love's exit.

Do you like my fortress?
I built it by myself.
No surprises there then?
No. None at all.
Do you like my fortress?

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Away with the fever that walks round your head
I’ll play it a carnival song for the dead
Melodies of nightmares will chase it away
Hasten your peace
Cease all living things

These things can not touch you here

No more illusions will keep you entranced
I’ve been unkind but that’s the man I am
Your worldly burdens were sussed and assessed
And taken from you to ensure I am fed
To ensure I’m well fed

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There's blood giving heat.
Blood on the blue light beats like his heart.
That now is heard no more.
There's a smell like pieces of glass -
Still in the sharp air.

Shards of me move together in a shape like a shadow or ghost.

We're mostly dead anyway.

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Lay me down for one final rest
I’m not fighting put me where I belong
Far under ground
In motionless sleep
Take me back to my home

Far under ground
Invited by fellow deadmen
Listen - we bleat for womanly bodies above
Those bodies of comfort
Those bodies that dress us like wounds

In death we reside with the breathers
Shrinking away from their sins
Watching them spit upon innocence
Knowing well what they will get

Cursed where we lie
Below where we’re destined to be
Our patience is holy
And comes to our aid like a borne crucifix
All here are sinners
None here attempt to repent

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I’ve got something that I think you’ll like,
It’s not expensive,
I’ve got something that I like,
Baby do you want some?
Come and take it from me in the night,
When I’m least expectant,
But don’t expect to get it past me.

It’ll be like going blind or getting younger
It’ll be like going blind.

There’s something you should know,
It’s not too serious,
It’s just that I’d like to feel your bones,
In perilous contact
Don’t act as if you understand me,
It’s completely different, this time
It’s all about your blood,
On my body.

It’ll be like picking locks with pears (teeth)
See they’re much to squishy (brittle)
It’ll be like eating tears,
It’ll be like hunger,
It’ll be like sucking daggers,
It’ll feel like fucking danger,
It’ll feel so fucking dangerous.

It’ll be like shooting guns.

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Destined to be the last song on Method One, Needles of Light was unfortunately never recorded as the band hadn’t finalised all of their parts at the time of the rehearsal

May blackness stalk the walls at night, for
When she wakes, bearing needles of light
I feel saved

Speak in hymns unholy girl
Poison me with your psalm
That sacred song

Breathe your breath so I may breathe
Build your throne with my bones
Master me

I pray to love perfectly the perfect murderess
Afflicting me with burns from her cold

If I disgust your eyes
Murder me tonight
Leave me at your feet

Lover, raise me from this death I’ve grown to love so much
I will be for your mouth only
I want you

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Other KJD

I've seen your face in glass, I've crossed my ...
I've seen your face in steel. In dreams
I've held your bones of steel.

The curves of morality curl.
The wings of night unfurl and beat.
And lift us from the torture of deceit.

An art. A moment found. The sound of
Instinct distinctly close and clear. Like a prayer.
I want to be close and clear and just explode.

There's something in my eye

Sing to me my sweet creeper.
Creep upon me like a glorious tide.
Let me hide in your flesh.

The curves of morality curl.
The wings of night unfurl and beat.
And lift us from this murderous deceit.

From where did you fall, Lady? Ruin
Of my eyes. Rain of my roots, of my
Feelers that fumble and rise through
A jungle of sinew and muscle, to
Pry open subtle horizons that
Lie in between our two patterns.

We're safe enough here from the dawn.
From the scorn of the heartless, this
Darkness is warming and seamless.
Our body is total and seamless.
(And though you will say I don't mean this)
I dream just of waking.
Stinking of sleep and your love.
Caged from the world by your fingers and bones.
My lone understanding.
My centre of self mutilation.
That place where my body is good and desired.
I dream just of waking.
Shaking off sleep in your arms.
With delight and disarm I am gradually opening.

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A grand hope. A rope.
An invitation to your party of plastic bags.
And cyanide.

A deep breath: a lack of Iron.
I'm fine without. I'm still within.
I'm coming back to what I know.

They brought a clown to ‘Camp F'
Death's easy with a pinch of mockery.
Murder's easy with prawns and soap.

"Wow" was all he said as they shot him up
With a mighty dose of justice.

Silence clings like leather.
Heaven feels like warm butter.

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Flying Mango Attack

Sore neck, light in sleep:
I daren't inhale you always reek of
Success. Polyethylene glow.
Busted rails inhibit love
And I hope you get to kill some day.

The lady of the law has called my name.
I'd confess but I can't reach her withered arm of justice.

Don't rouse, douse your shame in paraffin and methylated truth.
Disinfectants damage fabric.
Colours fade with ultraviolet rays.

Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence.
Ultra violent in your stupid smile and solemn brow.
You'll lose your stability some day soon.

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There's a real time junkie giving lessons on the Internet
to the kids of Kentucky who aren't old enough to eat yet,
the cop caught a pidgeon, the pidgeon caught cold,
so they stuck it in the fridge and the best bits were sold as
chicken to a chick in silver armour with a flat chest,
said she came from God, but in fact she's from the South West
Coast where they roast you at the stake for saying --
some people have a saying and my saying is their sayings suck dick...

Got the Spice Girls Blues and a fuse in my brain,
where my arms ran out so it doubled as a vein,
for intravenous troubles plugged into my ego,
fattening the hogs who hark as we grow,
starker and bitter and fitter for eating,
at banquets of cling film, blowjobs and beatings,
where monstrous Maggie kits up like a Nazi,
kicks Sid in the nuts and he farts for her fancy.

"Hotwax" plays on a hotshit stereo
Pumping from the car of a shit hot Mario.
Judah Bauer made my hair fall out.

Beneath the avenue stalls in a cellar
where a slick Latin scholar with mud on his collar hollers
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" -
I didn't know who'd written it, but guessed it was a Tory.
Lenny Bruce is on stage, and Judah's on Guitar,
and the Last Great American whale is at the bar,
eating Indians and re-reading the news in abhorrence
at the whore house nights of the DA with a search warrant.

I got the real time blues real bad this time.

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I'm an idiot. Give me love.

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Make me wine from hemlock and heady eyes.
Give me prayer, for I was your heresy.
Give me cause and I will affect for thee.
Feel you swell and surge in my memory.

Let you grow.
Let you bring me low low low low.

Burning almonds laced all throughout my dreams.
Scars and teeth marks - artwork upon my pride.
Lay your dead behind and beyond your world.
Where's the hour you owe me?

Descend my love.
And throw me low low low low.

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And I'm left for buzzard meat, as off and away she goes.

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The veneer has been varnished,
Our hope has been harnessed and
Hung to blow on the gallows.
In the shallows of bliss where we
Kissed without mercy, so
Salty and thirsty for sin.

Oh man don't open the gates and he'll never get in,
Thin man. Why wish for a sun that is wrinkled and white,
And your tight man, your fate's up for sale and its your turn to bid,
Don't even think it, don't open your heart and you'll never get hit.

You are too dumb for words,
You are too numb for lust, you are
Too young for aged desire.
You are too young for her, far
Too fun to trust ... you are
Too wet to let near our fire.

Tired man, don't open your eyes and you'll never grow old,
Old man don't live in the light of a sun that's run cold.
Cold man, don't sleep for the dreams that you daren't understand,
Don't question why just don't open your eyes and you'll never go blind.

Deep within the storm find calm, find solace in your arms.
When days of soft decay and sweet corrosion were my dreams.
And all the world was still of all it's agony and smiled.
For just a moment. Just a little.

Entombed man, open your eyes or you'll never see light
and decay man, what good is a fist if there's no one to fight
but yourself man, you're stooped in the Gulf of your own stupid mind
and you find man ...

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I saw from this place at the foot of my grave I gave myself in awe to childish hope and promise.
The tomb it was dug by those whom you know and love and trust.
There's just room enough to put you in.

And you fear that you lust and you know what you love must be clean.
And you fear what you seen, what you touched, what you've been. And I'm touched.
I'm not naming anyone at all.

I'm soon to return, there's soon to be fire in my veins again. I'm almost home. I'm almost ready.

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I burned my doubt, collapsed the wave.
You're my craving in the darkness -
this. My God, my King, my slave.
Save the dead we are alone here.
Seize the instant quickly for
what lies within it - infinity.
You are the centre of my spin
and you begin where I have ended.

Does this bold heart beat on?

Disarmed of self and selfish things,
With crusty eyes that trust the darkness
And the light, for both are Him
And He is us when we are whole.

We are ageless. We are holy.

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Anno Independant

The Tower walls at midnight burn,
With fraught desire - the rocks beneath,
Are sharp, and wet with fictions blood.
Someone leaps, the other turns ... but who is who.

Forget what you want, but
Don't forget the link that grew me.
That travels deeply,
Through me in the form of every
Thought that I think.
The Loathing and the Love,
Bubbling together at the
Brink of my emotion.
This commotion started
Long before my face was ever
Etched into the Wall of time.

I have both your madnesses inside.
I am in constant disagreement with myself.
But I cannot leave me.
You both cannot leave me,
nor one-another, believe me!
I am the ring that won't slip off with soap.

You've broken the armies inside me,
And now they stand poised and opposed ...
Now there is blood.
Now there is love standing, covered in glory,
and honour lies covered in mud.

You and I, Ma, we built too close to the river.
Look at us washing our minds free of fever.
Brushing off bird shit and bad dreams forever.
And never once turning the tide.
Thank you for pains and concerns
That have made me, In turn more
Unhappy and kind.

I am proud to remind them of you.

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He stood like a stone with a storm like a scarf, round a face he wore like a mask. As
Basking and bathing in glory he lay, clasping
Air with the claws of his mind,
T'was weary and wary of truths buried deep,
Steeped in the bowels of your pride.
"It's warm" you once said "where the dead flowers grow". I know. I go there.

Love is the only truth, like light.
Let truth move out of you like light.

The jester, he blessed her and guessed at her age, while You dressed her in rage and desire.
Then wired her up to your context and writhed, and you Cried for her sex and sedition.
The art in the eye of the harlot survives as a
Sliver of God for your soul.
So little is known of your love or your lover, she Shimmers above your seduction.

Love is the only truth, like light.
Let truth move out of you like light.


In death there's growth and understandably,
There is no sufferance in surrender.
Don't fear the other - his claws or his cage.
His rage is your rapture.
Capture this light ‘fore it sinks beneath the
Mountains bathed in blood.

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The eagle has landed, has
Branded itself the new emperor ... and it's
Beak is so vast and so vile that it can't hide the
Smile that it casts like a creek through that rag on a
Rope, up a mast, that they've got up their arse, that they,
Hope is a flag but it's not, so they grasp for some
God, but He's dead or asleep, so instead they just
Grope at their guns, and they

Hop and they skip and they jump and they run and they
Leap to the edges of madness, and stop. At the
Ridges they wait, they throw bait to the wind and they
Wind themselves up and get hungry for something to
Happen. The eagle, you see, needs a weapon, a
Web round it's nest to prevent all the sun and the
Flies getting through that might alter the hue of it's
White, flightless son. Who

Can't lift a finger without some machine like a trigger. The
Dragon however, and Bear disapprove, and they
Whisper and move to get nasty.
Both of them thirsty for power - they're cranking up
Louder that song on the box with some guy going
On about not having nothing and not having
Nothing to loose. But

Nero's new bathroom in Washington don't have no
Windows. It's sound-proof and Nero is napping.

The Bear now is snapping his teeth and rapping his
Thumbs on a sickle of pride - there's a trickle of
Blood running still from the wound in his side in the
Shape of a star and he bellows and barks out for
Something like order. Or Honour. Or trust. But the

Bird's got its head in some
Bush, and it cushions its ears ...
so it just doesn't hear shit.

Near it the Dragon lies coiled and curious,
Oiled with furious cunning.
Running her ruby red tongue in vexed little circles,
Among her porcelain teeth.

Inside her a billion babies there wait to be born.
Will George be sat mourning the
Rangers while round him the White house turns red?

Ah ... but the dangers can
Wait ‘till he's done with his pancakes and eggs.

His good brother Jeb cooked it
Up real good and real glossy ... well my brother
Ned - he is only sixteen but he's wiser than
All of your possy and cleaner than all of your
Knights in their nappies, with
Sight-seeing maps which they
Bought because soon, well, they really
Ought to find chivalry.

Didn't you say that the moon was the only such compass?
Yes. But I think I was lying ... they
Grow it in Texas these days.

Hurry up boys, they're invading through Mexico,
Get to the borders, quick! Get to the Texaco
Stations and wait, for the truckloads to mosey on through ...
Then shoot the shit outta them.

They're giving out pills to the goons with the gold to
Prevent them from getting too old ... too abruptly. The
World should take Ned for example,
I do, and I've ample room for unrest in such resource.

Ha! The
Lion of British nobility, more like a
Kitten you see, she just tries to be cute with everyone. And
Everyone get's rather pissed with opinion-less pissheads. So the
Bird and the Bear and the Lizard, they twist like a
Blizzard and turn upon me in my Lion suit,
Mute in my wizards hat.
Trying to change or explain this or that.

Feeding my hospice of hope with another new joke ...
Every second I'm sat here. Is it
All just another false warning? Another fat
Fanciful wish of mine seeking admission to
History's awning and binding me there ... where

If you go looking my name you'll be finding in
Book number ten of the honourable dead. You
Said that the very front line seemed somewhat un-
Worthy of a life like mine own, funny then that
It should be me who is crying out loud, for per-
mission to be or be given death.


There in my dreams I lie shaking, trying as
Hard as I can to take life from the rest of this
Can full of worms (that I love) and I burn in my
Sleep and I mumble a prayer and I wake.

One day we will
Take it in turns to admit and to then be admitted,
into His arms. But my
Mother's fair name is the one that will float from my
lips as I fade ... and eclipse beyond nothing.

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Tearing down the air again.
Trying to find the stare that's faint & haunted.
Teased & haunted mind recedes,
diseased & out of fiction.

Belladonna anodyne, fill my blood and fill my thoughts w/ lust...
Roses grown in cyanide, lost inside & blown back
by the wind.
Do you see the sinners drinking iodine, to cleanse their
souls & rid their minds of thought.

And I've seen her eyes, --. at times, at night,
her majestic pupils cast,
& set in stars, one day, at last,
too large for these horizons here,


Hot to touch and out of breath,
lost for words - it's best I just stay silent.

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Opened up ... descending my love,
down toward black water beaches,
where oceans wait to take us in their deep;
where currents wait to swallow and release us,
where eddies wait to still us to our sleep.
Open wound ... gets infected and inflamed,
and every day I ever wanted water,
I never failed to find it in your mouth.

You walk my dreams! My lady has no faults,
she kills, she kisses, halts and laughs,
and with that lazy smile
she glides
past the mirror
through their dreary eyes,
and I'm heavy with her light.

Once entrusted, now rusted from my tears,
I'm sorry if your vein now aches with regret ...
because I could love this mess you make of me,
and quickly scramble to my feet and lead
my army to defeat in hopeless battle ...

And I'll be on my mettle in the foreground,
bold atop a metal horse in flames.

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He felt the light slip, tight fitting words.
He felt the heat let up;
he felt the white whip of freedom
lick him round the eyes
                                         for the first time.
Beast fight beast for the ball,
     for all you desire...

And he felt it in his knees,
and he melted in her gaze;
fall fight summer for her leaves,
beach fight ocean for her waves.

He felt what he feared most...
                              ... the signposts are backward.


He felt her air,
felt her hair,
felt her backbone.


                               He felt queasy two weeks later.

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Hold on to who you know - you are my dearest friend,
you've got me climbing in your heat and bending in my sleep.
I'll weep for those who dare not reap your wonder.
I wonder sometimes how you hold your ground
on an earth that's far too small yet too far ...

Round - drowned in whisky and wine to the sounds of crime -
may I join you for a while?

You are the king of kingdoms dark
that hold my sorrows and my sparks,
and hold my heart in icy brambles.
Got my eye caught and tangled in thorns -
remember floodlights on our skin.
Let us toast to the ghost of the future -
spread your dark angelic wings.

you suffer for our crimes you like it when it rains
I like it when you smile you like it when it stings
I like it when you reign.
Will you yield at the sign on the water?
Will you wait upon the waves?

Or in your clouds or in your cave or in your temple
at the weir of my dreams ...

justninemoreyearsuntilweleave

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I find in your name, words of prayer.
I find in embrace, answers, placement.
I find in your ghost, affirmation of age,
and of how helpless i am.

And in youth.

Trying to find air in hours that refuse your existence.
I am blessed, i am told,
with this wisdom you pawned me -
it cost me my peace.
I dream of bank robbers now,
I dream of coal, and cold winter mornings...

I dream of loss to my life.

And these are my nightmares.
No more angels and rainbows and wings.

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Damn this lucky life, this paper knife,
this wound too small to find,
too stoned to mind, too raw to work...

Into your system,
you don't listen when i crave forgiveness;
calming darkness,
I'm not heartless but my motive's missing;
sparks are lightless,
I'm not flightless, but my wings are rusted;
please believe me,
faint and musty are the

smells of summer rain,
this tyrant slain and petty,
maimed and mauled and
crawling bare,
and soaring scared
and thawing fast
the heat at last...
is thrown around me.

Now windows black, this night is strange and cracked.
The doors will swing back wide again one day.

Damn these wasted words, this insulating illness burns
through fire and tears and waters weird,
uncertain in this curtained dream...
This burden gleaming, breathing by
our necks in smoking wrecks we hide,
in tides we climb, too fierce to take
in baited judgement, they will wait.

Time is tasteless,
and I'm grateful for this
gracious burden;
come and laden me, my wishful maiden -
lonely worship,
please return it and stand down your warship.
I'll enforce it if you'll
just condone it - seems we've thrown it out...
for wishful thinkers.

The warmth will come again someday, somehow.
The heat will rise and render us empowered.

I've been waiting I've been breaking up inside
I've been listening and i haven't heard a sound
i got blisters and i don't recall the flame
once she kissed me and i shivered from the shame
once she kissed me and i shuddered from the fame.

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Billy Independant

Heaven is such a bore
Heaven forbid my anger
This silence has tightly wrapped its fingers around my
science
Help me lessen the grip and get this message to your
ears

Hear our name strong and low

Let me not overstep this line for it is not mine alone
The patterns I seek in song are hanging like ghosts in
thin air
I know they are here or there
They long to be found don't they?

Watch them hang strong and low

Couldn't we have broken out like some plague?
I can't begin to gauge where we were pointed
At no point have I come off course
Nor could I wish this noble duty
This noble force residing inside me
This noble rot

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Firstly I'm your phantom
Formerly a voice that slept inside a body sleeping
next to yours
You're an architect who designs her walls to fall

You burn just like the rest
Even rotten fruit is warm
Drunken cherry, you fell from your tree

After a while my eyes weren't so wide, were they?
And the kohl and dye there to hide your insides
couldn't keep them from using your real name

You burn just like the rest
Even rotten fruit is warm
Drunken cherry, you fell from your tree

You burn just like the rest
Even rotten fruit is warm
Drunken cherry, you fell from your tree

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