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Hymn #135
03:36
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Emily met Beelzebub on the day that she turned six
He was huffing glue and she was looking for a fix
So he said "hey there little lady let me take you for a spin
Take a bite out of this apple, be my goddess bathed in sin."
So she waved to all the neighbours and she smiled at the cops
And she buried all the bodies in her secret special spot
Emily met Satan when she turned twenty five
She had just got out of rehab
He was looking so alive
And then she climbed onto his motorbike
Without a second thought
They cruised down to the cathedral
On the altar they smoked pot
And they set fire to the preacher
And made love over the dust
A most unholy sacrament of wretched writhing lust
And then they gagged and bound the bishop
Just for a little fun
Doused the pews in gasoline
Blew it to kingdom come
Emily met St Peter on the day she kicked the can
She said hey there St Pete don't you know that you're my man?
When he shook his head she started taking off her clothes
She thought back to the stage and struck a naughty pose
And she licked the pearly gates with her tongue all forked and smooth
And she said big boy St Pete come here I'll make a man of you
"I have no choice" St Peter said, his voice booming like bells
Then he pulled a lever and sent her straight to hell
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My love it's all that you can do
To smile through your fear
With reoccurring litanies
All decadent with tears
They flash a morning miracle
Our continuity is as fickle as love
Has ever been or love will ever be
Chasing indiscretions and the chariot swings low
Your saviour bums a dollar for to pay the brakeman's toll
Delirious with company the fortune you forget
Decisive in the retinue of beggars
Take the streets with torches wielding insecurity
Abandonment you came and went my reoccurring dream
I toss and turn a funeral urn that dreams of better days
Never mind the gods that lay there waiting
A simple phrase you count the days
The calendars all lie
Inside the room, your lover's womb
The world is flattened time
The cote du rhone is never old
It lights up for the wake
Says salvation is always one bad dream away
Lock the keys to torture means
You haven't got a clue
But comfort calls the broken window
Downstairs to the view
And all the stage it trembled with your final parting breath
The crowd will speak miraculous convention
I guess I'm empty, guess I'm fair
I guess I'm ugly still
To turn the hands of fate into a decomposing will
That wants no more than beauty for
To wake the idle sleep
And it falls into a vertigo
Disguised as my belief
You count the ways you want to stay
A zero sum restraint
And I've got these brand new roller skates
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Song for the Sinner
03:29
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Yesterday I slit my wrist
Tomorrow do the same again
Die before you ever know my name
Buried in my birth canal
The feelings you could never tell
How much it hurts to even think of it
A time capsule of past laments
Forgive me for my compliments
I figured they were someplace we could hide
Wander wild in my womb
Calloused cave, midnight moon
Is bleeding silver bullets end to end
I can't believe it ends like this
Carve your name, ball my fist
I can't believe it ends like this
A secret that I'm gonna miss
Comatose with this remorse
I guess it can't get any worse
I waited at the coffee shop for days
My sober hands could not compare
To turn away from every mirror
As if that were the perfect alibi
Now I'm sick with wanderlust
My scars are art that I can't trust
To tell me the truth about our love
A fleeting fickle joke we made
Dancing in the pouring rain
The wild cathedral evening
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Midnight
04:10
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Tonight there's a darkness
In your room
Shaped like who
-ever my mistake was
That I thought was you
In need of proof
The body you would cut
Searching for your second skin
The body you would burn
Begging to be born again
Will you tell me your name?
If you're not sure I'll wait
Tonight by the light of the moon
Tonight I knew it was too soon
What could I do?
What could I do?
Will they ever listen?
Will they ever understand?
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No Take Backs
05:26
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You told me about your nervous breakdown in passing
And you're not ever sure if you could call it that
Amy says that's the problem with self-diagnosis
You can't give something just to take it back
And I'm always afraid
And I'm always alone
And I'm always less than I am
This feels less like a revolution
And more like a one night stand
Never asked for any but I know how to starve
And bleed into almost every crowd
Never asked for pity
Cause I know it's not our place
To make such ignorant judgments
And when you're searching your spine
For a fix to remind you of when you had it all figured out
Remember the veins smuggling blood to your brain
While you live like you don't know how
I swear that I was the sweat that poured down your neck
I was the promise that you loved to break
I was the echo that cut up your conscience
I didn't even hesitate
And you just may survive to everyone's surprise
You can shed away his pale skin
And the day that you die I will follow close behind you
Like an orphan caught on a whim
Despite what you know this distance erodes
A valley of the time we shared
And you'll never know if I mean what I say
Or if I'm just putting on airs
When I tell you now
That I'm always brave
And I'm always surrounded
By friends that are loyal and true
The day that I gave up
Your bourgeois rebellion
And became what you're afraid to
You're so afraid
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It's not enough to call your name
An ocean wave collapses in an effigy away
Carolina come and meet me
Carolina come and meet me in the morning
Away from the silver of the light of the moon
In the lighthouse we hid from the dark of the truth
Sailed in the distance, split the atom in two
The procession never feared the words
They sang them just for you
Carolina come and meet me
Carolina come and meet me in the morning
It was sleepy as a Sunday with no alibi
Sweating through the bedsheets with innocent white lies
Tucked under my nails, the breadcrumbs that I left behind
Cascading on a canvas, wandering through the desert
We both made it home just fine
And slept alone again, and it felt just like the first time
Now everyday I carry the weight of the world
My friends call me Atlas, all the insults they hurl
At the fisher of men and the word on the wall
And the patron of saints and the voice that recalls
How your body of stone turned the sword into steam
And it cut me to pieces as I fell in a dream
Of Odysseus bound and confessing his crimes
And Penelope scared, she wouldn't stop crying
Carolina come and meet me
Carolina come and meet me in the morning
Carolina come and meet me
Carolina come and meet me at the dawn
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Song for Daniel Johnston
07:30
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Daniel how long has it been since we talked?
I'm sure you don't remember me
In the dark crowded stadium seats
You were just like on tv
Daniel how could they do that to you?
You're an angel, it was plain to see
In white robes on the silver screen
Too honest to be believed
And did you meet John Lennon
When you dropped by in heaven?
And how does it feel to be back?
Walking on rosy stained glass
The cow had a heart attack
Now they all wait in lines round the corner
Of the old comic book shop
Freedom's a pair of wet socks
Don't know if they're lucky or not
This one's for Caroline, oh don't she know
Exactly what's been on your mind
Last night casper dropped me a line
That I wrote before it fell off the vine
And hell ain't a place
It's a person I'm sure
And all that glitters ain't gold
How could anyone see
What I really mean
In a world so lonesome and cold
You said don't play cards with Satan
He'll deal you an awful hand
But the grace of true love has a plan
If you're looking for it
Punching Joe has lovesick blues
In his pinstripe hospital gown
People only keep him around
For the blood
And all of those prophets who sing your songs
But don't know what they mean
And all my Holden Caulfield memories
I guess that they're alright with me
Tonight I am wondering with someone else's heart
How love makes a fool out of time
Even if no hears this I still did my part
Of chasing what's been on my mind
Daniel when I saw you up on the mount
I cried big alligator tears
Daniel how could they do that to you?
Was it out of love or fear?
Daniel how long has it been since we talked?
I'm sure you don't remember me
In the dark crowded stadium seats
You were just like on tv
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On the shelf you know you're always wanted
Just not what I need
I was carrying an eclipse with my body
Somewhere in between
Evening's dark, a bullet spark
Carries over streets
And I'm on my way to Babylon, lion of the east
You were tender as a thistle with a switchblade
Hidden in your coat
You were pulling at the future
On the off chance of unfurling rope
It's all blown up the going's tough
I've had enough of that
I'm on my way to Babylon, never looking back
The one's I meet won't know my name
Or have a second thought
They'll all stand round and wonder
At the memories I forgot
Are faded casks of candle wax
Ringing in my ears
And I'm on my way to Babylon left behind my tears
You may find me high or dry or very nearly drowned
It may be I changed my name
To hide from my renown
My face a bust a speck of dust drifting on the sky
I'm on my way to Babylon in the sweet by and by
Lived the road or so I'm told
Witness of the stars
All the gutter rats and phantom jacks
Know the journey's far
They talk only of redemption
The slaying of the beast
I'm on my way to Babylon, lion of the east
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Glory, Glory
04:42
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I can't miss the train
I don't know my name
I'll drink the night down
I'll drink it all away
When we miss the boat
We don't have to know
You are everything to me
Set my sins aside
Call out one more time
My jailbird!
My little loverboy!
Glory, glory
Glory, glory
I'll sing glory, glory to you all
Glory, glory
Glory, glory
I'll sing glory you're a mess
You say I haven't met you yet
And I never will
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I was walking the night alone
In the tall grass of my childhood home
The cicadas they were screaming hell
But what they said I couldn't tell
See the headlights roaring past
Velocity of the impact
Nothing more than smoke and ash
Camera roll, fade to black
They didn't know that I could see
The revolution following me
The ugly night had swallowed up
What bled out of my broken cup
And it's way over yonder by and by
Way over yonder by and by
Here today and gone tomorrow
Way over yonder by and by
I'm always thinking about burning cars
Bleeding wrists and prison bars
How they could never fit into a song
And the inconsistencies of light
And how nothing is really right
If you think about it for too long
I'm out there burning in the backseat
I'm under the rubble of Palestine
I'm Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Slave revolts and witches burning
Revolution, children learning
Way over yonder by and by
Way over yonder by and by
There'll be no more sickness, no more sorrow
Way over yonder by and by
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Freedom is a pill lodged in your throat
And you can't hit the note
Numbness well it comes and goes in waves
You're a river of ink
I'm every empty page
How can I explain to you
Writing alone in my room
How can I explain to you
In a boring coffee shop tune
How can I explain to you
What I can't even put a name to
You already know
So I carve a hole into my throat
So I leave the writing on the wall
So I set this spotlight here as proof
Of what I cannot hope to prove
Convention is a decaying estate
That we must learn to hate
I'm always tangled up with clarity
And if I've entrusted everything
To chance that is becoming me
A prayer disguised as prophecy
You will, you will return to me
You will, you will return to me
You will you will return to me!
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Little Saints in Praise
03:52
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If you pass this way again my friend
We won't tell it like it is, an ending
We'll hold our head up high
And talk about the old times
Settle down, and get real drunk
Remember when you almost lost your mind?
And laughed so hard you couldn't help but cry?
Tell me what did we do wrong
Our there singing our songs
We never meant to hurt no one
The moon is rocking gently far away
I wonder if she feel the pulsing weight
That rocks the waves
It will be like going back in time
The crowd of the revival
Dancing in a line
You'll tell it like it is
Without throwing a fit
You hurt yourself
You fickle kid
And somehow I know that you're waiting for me
Always working through your insecurity
You fickle thing
And the sun sits so damn close that I need shades
I wonder if he notices the way
I hesitate
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D.M. Rice England, UK
Founder of Holy Island Records, a DIY label based in the UK––inspired by the beauty of its namesake.
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