1. |
Here Comes the Wave
06:09
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Hold on.
Your Holy One can have what he needs,
I only want to cling on.
Keep still! You see what I see?
The gnawing and gnashing, the dark panoply-
They shriek their seduction; their pleasure streaked sheets surround us.
We sing our elegy,
Crying out in two-part harmony,
We plead.
Watch out! We’ll wriggle and bleed.
So keep stout and grab what you need.
Fill up your cheeks and fill up your pockets if you please.
Light up the altar and sing what you sing-
We beckon down rain, pray his name through our teeth.
We screamed when we saw it, we cried out in revelry,
And Here comes the wave! How it tears through the house!
Here comes the wave! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We’re saved!
Here comes the wave- how it blows through the horrible panoply.
How they moan, how they writhe when they all hit the sea.
So grab on my hand and run with me-
The terrible crashing, the cacophony-
I thought it would save us, you said you would save us please!
Pounding and pounding they pillage and purge,
With wave after wave till there’s one final surge.
I’ll take to the belfry you spire the minarets
And Here comes the wave! How it tears through the house!
Here comes the wave! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We’re saved!
Here comes the wave- how it blows through the horrible panoply.
How they moan, how they writhe when they all hit the sea.
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2. |
Jesus was a Tourist
05:41
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Don’t lie to me.
Please.
I want to know
If you’ve been waiting to see me again.
You’ve got a lot of living left.
You got a lot in store.
We got a lot of living left.
I want some more.
I hadn’t half a heart to handle,
I hadn’t felt the pain-
I hadn’t lived it-
Every ounce of tear I sent down
It always seemed a game.
Now I gotta know.
I wanna know
If you’ve been waiting to see me again.
You’ve got a lot of living left.
You got a lot in store.
We got a lot of living left.
Oh, I want some more.
How long must we deny our lust for life?
How long? How long?
In time, we trust, he guides us all along.
Blue sky, how I long to be free again.
Wet eyes, failed tries, in time we all forget.
Lost lives, last tries, in time we all forget.
What we become along the lonely road!
What we become along the lonely road!
How long? Could we become the last survivors!
How lost? Could we beseech the last among us?
It’s ours, it’s ours, it’s ours, it’s in our hands-
But I want more.
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3. |
Can't Shake It
05:18
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My Darling, I’m always watching you
Yes I do.
My darling, I’m always watching you
Oh I do.
I second guess myself-
Should I listen to the voice that says don’t stress yourself?
Or should I listen to the void-
Fix my eyes from any moving, collect the dregs in shapes of divine choosing, always cryptic, never soothing , straining so suspiciously to separate the voice I’ve had inside my head for years.
My Darling, I’m always watching you
Yes I do.
My darling, I’m always watching you
Oh I do.
I got that niggling, those little wiggle wiggle bees
That greet me in the night, I start to wonder could it be?
Is that my better side I’m hearing crying?
Or is it just my reptilian pleasure-seeking salivating salvation that’s holding out?
Or could it be the little demon that I swallowed when it cried for help – bobbing in the surf it yelped – my mother-heart at seams tore loose: compassion now becomes the noose I cling to.
I’m always watching you.
Can’t shake the feeling there’s always someone watching me
Always I feel it, there’s someone caring what I’ll be
And when I feel it, I want to know I want to know
There’s always someone- they’re watching- a-woah-oh-oh
Can’t shake it, and so on, into freakout.
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4. |
Exit Stage Left
04:08
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Come, sit beside me, warm your soul beside the fire.
I've got questions, you see, burning in me,
Just dying to be answered,
And as you can see, we've got all eternity,
It's not like you've got someplace to go-
I just want to know, so badly, I want to know.
Please, I need to know, how does it feel to feel alone?
What is it like to be lost, out in the woods, not sure how to get home?
And how does it feel to not know if the burying snow will snuff you out like a sapling?
How does it feel to be the only thing in between your birth and your death?
When you lay down to rest and think of your breath as the only thing in your lungs,
What does it mean, to be just a machine?
I know this must be something of a disappointment-
When you closed your eyes and out your last breath went-
But how does it feel to be so real, so here, so now, so small?
Just a mammal, lying down, for a final sleep,
No don't make a peep, I don't want to hear it!
I don't want to hear anything at all!
So come, sit beside me, warm your soul beside my fire.
I'm just so envious, I was never blessed with the bliss of uncertainty,
Not knowing how tomorrow will be, or if it will be,
To have that singular power that if you want in an hour
There won't be any thing at all, to fall to fall I can't remember-
it all stretches on and on and on
Oh my God, Oh my God,
To be so real, so here, so now, so small so small.
I just want to end it,
End it all.
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