Wincing the Night Away
Album - 23 gennaio 2007 - Debaser id 368957

Go without till the need seeps in
You low animal, collect your novel petals for the stem
And glow, glow, melt and flow
Eviscerate your fragile frame
Spill it out on the ragged floor
A thousand different versions of yourself

And if the old guard still offend
They've got nothing left on which you depend
So enlist every ounce of your bright blood
And off with their heads, jump from the hook
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
And they got no right
As sure as you have eyes, they got no right

Just put yourself in my new [shoes/(hooves)]
And see that I do what I do
Because the old guard still offend
(Their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)
They've got nothing left on which we depend
So enlist every ounce of your bright blood
And off with their heads, jump from the hook
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

"Time to put the ear-goggles on!" "No!"

Born to multiply,
born to gaze into night skies
all you want is one more Saturday
but look here, until then
they're gonna buy your life's time
so keep your wick in the air
and your feet in the fetters till the day
we come in doing cartwheels.
We all crawl out by ourselves,
and your shape on the dance floor
will have me thinking such filth I'll gouge my eyes

You'd be damned to be one of us girl,
faced with the Dodo's conundrum:
I felt like I could just fly
but nothing happened every time I tried

A duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
Never dreamt of such sterile hands,
You keep them folded in your lap,
and raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down
with the tips of his fingers just the same.

Will you be pulled from the ocean,
But just a minute too late
Or changed by a potion,
We’ll find a handsome young mate
For you to love.

You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
You and I will grow old
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.

Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.

Damned to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
You’re Himmler in your cote,
You don't know how long I have been
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand
and let's jump out the window.

This lass,
Some fifteen odd years,
Is widely known,
To have spat,
In her teacher's eye,
And will not take it back,
For now I see,
How after all the cracks,
So rightly, I kid you not.

Foals in winter coats,
White girls of the North,
File past one, five and one,
They are the fabled lambs,
Of Sunday ham,
The E.H.S. norm.

And they can float above the grass,
In circles if they tried,
A latent power I know they hide,
To keep some hope alive,
That a girl like I could ever try,
Could ever try.

So we just skirt the hallway signs,
A phantom and a fly,
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.

A week of rolling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,

And we're off to Nemarcas' porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.

We wandered through her mama's house,
And the milk from the window lights,
Family portraits circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime,

So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.

So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.

Of all the churning random hearts
Under the sun
Eventually fading into night
These two are opening now
As we lie, I touch you
Wonderful, alive
Girl, if you're a seascape
I'm a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope
I invest in a single life
The choice is yours to be loved
Come away from it empty of..but us

'Cause when the dead moon
Rises again
We've no time to stall or protocol
To hem us in
and when the dog slides
Underneath the train
There's no crying use to searching for
The mutt's remains
Throw all consequence aside
And a cheerless pyre we will set alight

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand
I routed a labyrinth to your lap
and never used a map sliding off the land
On an incidental tide
And along the way you know, they tried
They tried
But we got sea legs
And we're off tonight
They can't have that to which they've got no right
You belong to a simpler time
I'm a victim to the impact of these words
And this rhyme

'Cause when that dead moon
Rises again
We've no time to stall or protocol
To hem us in
Darling when the dog slides
Open the door and where’s she go
There's no time in use in searching for
The mutt's remains
Throw all consequence aside
And a cheerless pyre we will set alight.

Hurled to the center of the earth again
The place where it's hot, love
You know, it hurts to breathe in
And the watershed you balance on is begging it
Well did he ever know
Will he ever know?

The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice
So you catalog every angle you notice
In a vacuum you are charged to record this
So you won't make it easy on me

I can't go into this no more
It puts too many thorns on my mind
And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor
We've pissed on far too many sprites
And they're all standing up for their rights

Born on a desert floor, you've the deepest thirst
And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it
With the wan and drilling eyes of an orphan
But there was not enough
There is not enough

Out of a gunnysack fall red rabbits
Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion
And we can't allow a chance they'd restore themselves
So we can't make it easy on you

Undaunted, you bathe in hollow cries
The boys with swollen sunburnt eyes
A reward for letting nothing under their skin
So help me I don't know I might
Just give the old dark side a try

Don't cast your whirling eyes on the shore
Till we even the score
I still owe you for the hole in the floor
And the ghost in the hall
Who decides who paddles over the falls?
Yeah, who makes the call
Who makes the call?

I know there's an eventual
Release from every scale of crime
But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor
We've pissed on far too many good intentions held by clever sprites
And they're all standing up for their rights

You can fake it for a while
Bite your tongue and smile
Like every mother does an ugly child
But it starts to leaking out
Like spittle from a cloud
Amassed resentment pelting ounce and pound

You entertaining any doubt
Because you had to know that I was fond of you
Fond of Y-O-U
Though I knew you masked your disdain
I can see that change was just too hard for us
Hard for us
You always had to hold the reigns
But where I'm headed, you just don't know the way

So affections fade away
And do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous, repulsive games?
All our favorite ruddy sons
And their double-barreled guns
You better hurry rabbit, run, run, run
'Cause mincing you is fun
And there's a lot of hungry hatters in this world
Set on taking it over
But brittle, thorny stems
They break before they bend
And neither one of us is one of them

And the tears will never mend
'Cause you had it in for me so long ago
Boy, I still don't know
I don't know why and I don't care
Well hardly anymore
If you'd only seen yourself hating me
Hating me
When I'd been so much more than fair
But then you'd have to lay those feelings bare
The one thing I know has still got you scared
Yeah all that cold ire
And never once aired on a dare

You had to know that I was fond of you
Fond of Y-O-U
So I took your licks at the time
And a change like that is just so hard to do
Hard to do
Don't let it whip-crack your life
And I'll bow out from the fight
Those old pious sisters were right
The worst part is over
Now, get back on that horse and ride

This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied
Around the block and airborne blind
But looking on the brighter side
There's far less to which I'd be obliged

In the meadow where the black breeze blows
Where underneath the waves, you were most alone
Can you hear a subtle, aching tone?
Through the water, through the earth, trimmed up bone

Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side

I've earned myself an impossible crime
Had to paint myself a hole
And fall inside
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress
And count in time

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man
Of forgiving my polymorphing opinion here
On your vague outline

I'll find myself another burning gate
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
Another hole inside the hole you're in

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
On the rolling mind

They want you to decide
Eventually, it happens
Some gather on one side
With all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door
It sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
But now that hardly matters

You're old enough, boy
Too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel
We'll set you up with some odd convictions
Because you're finally golden, boy

One hand on this wily comet
Take a drink just to give me some weight
Some uber-man I'd make
I'm barely a vapor

They shone a chlorine light on
A host of individual sins
Let's carve my aging face off
Fetch us a knife
Start with my eyes
Down so the lines
Form a grimacing smile

Close your eyes to corral a virtue
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard
To cement a failure

We can blow on our thumbs and posture
But the lonely is such delicate things
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea
With stones on their feet
Lost to the light and the loving we need

Still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing

With burnt sage and a forest of bygones
I click my heels
Get the devils in line
A list of things I could lay the blame on
Might give me a way out

But with each turn
It's this front and center
Like a dart stuck square in your eye
Every post you can hitch your faith on
Is a pie in the sky
Chock full of lies
A tool we devise
To make sinking stones fly

And still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing