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we sent out the s.o.s. call. it was a quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of montauk point. they call them rogues; they travel fast and alone-- one-hundred-foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. what they call love is a risk, 'cause you'll always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own.
a hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts to bail us out. it flooded the engine and radio and half-buried bow.
your tongue is a rudder. it steers the whole ship, sends your words past your lips, or keeps them safe behind your teeth. but the wrong words will strand you, come off-course while you sleep, sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef.
the vessel groans; the ocean pressures its frame. to the port i see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain. and i wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts, but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.
they say that the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm. but this ain't the dakota; the water's cold. (so cold.) won't have to fight for long.
(this is the end.) this story's old, (this is the end) but it goes on and on until we disappear. (this is the calm.) calm me and let me (this is the calm) taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath. (we are the resin) i am the one (we are the resin) who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. (after the storm.) i spoke the words (after the storm) but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. (rest here with thee,) i know that this (rest here with the) is what you want. (washed up on the beach.) a funeral keeps both of us apart. you know (washed up on the beach) that you are not alone. i need you like water in my lungs.
(this is the end.) this story's old, (this is the end) but it goes on and on until we disappear. (this is the calm.) calm me and let me taste (this is the calm) the salt you breathed while you were underneath. (we are the resin) i am the one who (we are the resin) haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. (after the storm.) i spoke the words (after the storm) but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. (rest here with thee,) i know that this (rest here with thee) is what you want. (washed up on the beach.) a funeral keeps both of us apart. you know (washed up on the beach) that you are not alone. i need you like water in my lungs. (this is the end.)
_________________________________ I really like the way this band writes.. very Jim Morrison of The Doors wink
Sessuriyu · Sat Nov 13, 2004 @ 05:09pm · 1 Comments |
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_____________________________________________________________ and now we proudly present songs perverse and songs of lament a couple hymns of confession songs that recognize our sick obsessions sing along, i'm on the ugly organ again sing along, i'm on the ugly organ so let's begin
it's no use to keep a secret everything i hide ends up in lyrics so read on, accuse me when you're done if it sounds like i did you wrong
our father who art in heaven save me from the wreck i'm about to drown in didn't i learn anything counting out my sins on rosary beads?
the reverend plays on the ugly organ he peals out his sweet, insulting sermon on the audience
so why do i think i'm any different? i've been making money off my indifference we all pass the hat around this is my body, this is the blood i found on my hands after i wrote this album playing on that stigmata for cross over fans, some red-handed slight of hand _____________________________________________________________
Cursive's "Some Red Handed Slight Of Hand." (other songs and samples from Cursive here.
Since this is the first (of many?) entry, I proudly present my band of choice, Cursive, and their opener to the new album THE UGLY ORGAN. It's very fitting, see? Opener there, opener here. Rawr.
Maybe each journal I'll post some lyrics from a good song from a good band. Maybe I'll get to drain out my lungs (technically blunt off my fingertips) here too. Expect some rants, some fun links, and definitely some secksi.
Sessuriyu · Wed Oct 06, 2004 @ 03:11am · 2 Comments |
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