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Soon we shall know
If we learn to accept
That the stars do not go out when we die
Heavy is the head
The head that wears the Crown
It’s all down, it’s all down, down to me
Let me be your Pope
Or at least your Archdeacon
Let my love, be your truth, be your beacon
Let me build you a chapel
Stained glass windows, stained glass windows
The colour of your eyes, stained glass windows
The world and its double
Here I am,
A derelict at last
Before your eyes
Such visions of your past
An endless youth
Only death will resolve
A malformed future, too slow to dissolve
Yet here I am
I did pass through
Whatever happens, don’t forgive me, don’t forget me
I’m sick to death
Sick to death of being brave
Deliver me dreamlessly to the grave
The word and its double
Here I am,
A derelict at last
Before your eyes
Such visions of your past
Oh death, oh captain
Let’s weigh anchor, let’s weigh anchor
For this land bores us,
Let us cast off, let us cast off
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We are going to go
Kiss this goodbye
We’re not going to argue
Try to reason why
We are going to let
Let each others’ hands slip
And raise a glass
Take one last sip
Then whisper goodbye
Then whisper good riddance
Good riddance and goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye...
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3. |
Thirteen Holy Crowns
04:12
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Can our perceptive god who knows your future find
The all power to change his future mind
Can can I go now can I go now can I go
Can can I go now can I go now can I go
When when on the holy ground I see you prowl around
Then the rain it raineth down on the battle ground of Holy Crowns
Of Holy Crowns
Can I go now
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4. |
All Hands Lost
03:42
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I pick up
After a long time cast
Words that now seem shabby to me
And as cold as photographs
All that which includes you
Not us
I need something better than this
To stare into
Something less haunted
Something less haunted
Something else
Something less haunted
Something less haunted
Something else
A sadness you can’t shift
Brutal and deep
Tied to the anchor
Of a sinking, failing ship
No Captain’s grace
To name it is to kill it
To name it is to kill it
I need something better than this
To stare into
Something less haunted
Something less haunted
Something else
Something less haunted
Something less haunted
Something else
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5. |
Love Is Terminal
02:19
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Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
At first it hides its sickness,
At first it wouldn't dare confess
It hides its sores and dries its eyes
It never complains and it's all brave smiles
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l.
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l.
Chorus
Remission after tearful R-e-mis-s-hun!
Love is such a Savage D-i-v-i-s-i-o-n
Ashes to Ashes, Love is all Rashes
Scabs, broken skin, and sores
Knocking, then hammering on deaths door
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Time drains away, as blood drains away, as youth drains away
That sweet bird of youth, dead in the snow, the flock tear away
I close my eyes and love hearts are tombstones
Bluebirds are coal black crows
All hope is rent asunder
Love is dead were going under
All hope is rent asunder
Love is dead were going under
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Remission after tearful R-e-mis-s-hun!
Love is such a Savage D-i-v-i-s-i-o-n
Ashes to Ashes, Love is all Rashes
Scabs, broken skin and sores
Knocking, then hammering upon deaths door
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-m-i-n-a-l
Love is terminal, Love is terminal, Love is t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e
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6. |
The Memory of Wounds
05:21
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Goodbye, I will see you in another world
Goodbye, take care, I will see you on the other side
The drinks we drank and the words we spoke last night
The drinks were good but the words didn’t come out right
Letters I didn’t write
Words that you couldn’t even read
I surrender, I surrender, I concede
You look to me for absolution
Some answers, some sublime solution
To what you ask but all I’ve got
Is this bottle and the same bon mots
Sweetheart, you expect me to swoon
Yet darling, am I so wrong as to assume
That the only real memories are the memories of wounds
That the only real memories is the memories of wounds
Once we shared a bed
And all the peculiar intimacies that we shared
Were ours and ours alone
And now they are dust dead monuments
Never to be discovered
And if we shall meet in the street
That old and endless charade we shall repeat
Make believe that we share no regret
Talk about old times
And the subsequent lives and fates of
Minor players in our passion play
And so it shall always be to end this way
In denial and regret and awkward goodbyes
And every time we meet
Something irretrievable will die
Until finally there isn’t much left to sacrifice
We may pass and not look twice
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Saints I can’t name
Martyrs I can’t place
Nerves left frayed and testaments betrayed
A single stroke of such savage joy
Invoking all I did destroy
Our hearts slowly crack
Like ice tinkling in a glass
The music surrounds us
A blanket against the stars
As we sadly tumble, stumble from bar to bar
Lonely hearts beat as one
Life ends as a party ends
With the desperate clinging to the lonely
People that they barely noticed before
Lonely hearts beating, soon to be hammering on heartbreak’s door
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We held each other with a love
The kind of love only drinkers such as us can muster
We loved each other as only drinkers really can
When we had been sipping
And the opportunity for great drama opened before us
Like a theatre curtain
Deep down, we all dream of a dramatic love
And alcohol, and the oceans of it in which we drowned, made this a certainty
We drink and we drink; and we drunk and we drunk; and we drank and we drank and we drank ourselves to the ground
We drink and we drink; and we drunk and we drunk; and we ground and ground and ground it all to the ground
The eternal dalliance with oblivion
Generation follows bastard generation
We drink and gamely, grimly we invite the inevitable, the regrettable and thankfully
Cometh the hour, cometh the theatre
Alcohol never fails us, no no no
Drink after drink trickling the length of my swollen, broken heart
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope that I left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope a left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
Two lost souls, two lost souls who hammer the hammer
With quite such a dedication
Who feign or cherish or portray
Such a terrible love
Will produce such relentless, violent crises and dramas and desperations
That shall demand of each other a blind devotion that asks us, asks us the question
What a pair of sickly little twin vampires
You drink like me with a desperate lust
that leaves us both cruel and callous
The terrible proofs that we demand of those we claim, pertain to love
Irreversible, doomed tokens of devotion that we demand of each other
And I will treat love like a fever
It will leave you confused, cramped up in pain
And in a foreign bed
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope that I left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
And I hope a left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
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9. |
Run With the Hunted
03:44
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For all you’re worth to me
It’s not worth the empathy
I’ll keep the memories
I’ll make new you see
Like an old time in my mind
Like a fine line undermined
Like an old wine take your time
Like no friend no friend of mine
Can’t call it young’uns luck
Not sure I’d buy that much
I killed your happiness
I killed your happy
(I think??)
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10. |
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02:49
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I feel like a cigarette burn
On the landscape
of a Polaroid
My edges
They are smoldering
The centre
Is empty
Like a satellite
Breaking orbit
I build up speed
To depart
There's another knife,
Pushed in, twisted around
Life is Hell
Death is pale
Where there is death
There is immortality
Where there is death
There is immortality
I feel like a cigarette
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11. |
Orpheus Ascending
03:20
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Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt
All the stars shone
And they bled white
Your breath like paraffin
My heart is a flame
Still love lies dead
And I just can’t explain
So goodbye
Goodbye
[Goodbye
Goodbye
So goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye]
Where I am, death is not
Where death is, I am not
So take a candle, join my mass
Trace a heart, in broken chapel glass
So goodbye
Goodbye…
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