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I GO TO MEET THE NIGHT
06:13
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I GO TO MEET THE NIGHT
I go without candle
No longer tangled in light
I go to meet the night
I go to meet the fears of men
And absence of shadow
I go to be wakeful in the night
To dissolve and prowl as smoke
Be the breath of blight
I go without hope
to dwell in stillness
and drink forgetful waters
Where the need for things is slaughtered
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I go without candle
For I have no candle
I go without hope
For I have no hope
I go in fear
For I am ever afraid
I go in fear to meet the night
I go to meet the night, divested
without coat
I go with toothless moans
To rome amongst the stones
I go to make my home
Or home unmake me
Please god save me from the horror of waking
I go to meet the night
With the song of a swallow
I go to meet the enemy of men
And the harbor of the hollow
I go without hope
to dwell in stillness
and drink forgetful waters
where the need of things is slaughtered
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I go with shame
For I have shame
I go with despair
For I am the mule it leads
I go in desperation
For I am desperate
I go in fear
For I am ever afraid
I go in fear to meet the night
For I am shade
And wish to be no longer
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2. |
YOUR WINGS
02:18
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YOUR WINGS
I hide in the secret
shadow of your wings
When you are near
Though pinion sheared
Bone makes its press
at tension known
Aiming only to escape
Aiming only at ascension
And scapula aches I know
As the thumbprint fills
with sweat
my spirit
My drink
my cup
My link
My link In comforts chain
I see your wings
I see you wings
I know your name
A mind
A book
A bell of silver rings
A heart for all the tarnished things
I know your name
I see your wings
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3. |
IF I TOUCH YOU
03:24
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IF I TOUCH YOU
Will you scatter
Will you shatter
Will i fall right through you
Can I touch you
My bitter hands
My helpless hands
Not a club or fin
A calfskin glove
No hand within
If I touch you
Will you touch me
Is it a contract
Is it binding
I think it might be
If I touch you
I doubt they’ll ever find me
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4. |
WICKED WINGS
03:20
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Wicked wings
Your wicked wings
Powdered and delicate
They brush and beat the light
They rush to meet the light
Court flame, catch fire
And light up the endless night
Foolish love of light
You could be free
Even in endless night
These wicked wings
Beat me down
These wicked wings
These wicked wings
Should be ripped
from such foolish things
And stitched to my spine
With golden string
These wicked wings
And you who feed on sugar
And you who feed on filth
And you the one that summer brings
I’ll tear you all from your wicked wings
These bricks
Build only towers of despair
This dark has grown me fair
And this cold water will not drown
These vermin do not speak
No they never make a sound
As spiders conspire
In webs made of wire
The crickets sing sweetly
And stab with a memory
Of unfettered sleep
Of a bed that don’t laugh
And a warmth that don’t weep
These wicked wings
Should be torn
From such foolish things
And stitched to my soul with cobalt string
These wicked wings
Should be torn from my dreams
These wicked wings
The root of all my screams
These wicked wings
Dusted and delicate
Flicker round my head
Will these wicked wings
Carry me off when I’m dead
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5. |
SOMETHING IN NOTHING
06:28
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SOMETHING IN NOTHING
There’s no nothing
In nothing
But thank you for blushing
Your response has been measured
Don’t think just answer
Reaction time is a factor
We know you’re a fake
We know you’re an actor
We see you’re not talking
We know that you’re bluffing
We’ll just keep you with us
Till you see something in nothing
There’s no dancing
No rushing
But thank you for blushing
We know the voices ain’t hushing
Information is gathered
Reaction time is a factor
There’s no nothing in nothing
We see you’re not talking
The quiet room’s locking
That’s your heart that you’re clutching
We’ll keep you here
Till you see something in nothing
The tooth and the tusk
of the beast
A hemlock and cadmium feast
We see that you’re pacing and shuffling
We’ll keep you here
Till you see something in nothing
We see you’re not talking
Your resistance
Your hate
But thank you for blushing
We see your pupils dilate
If you can tell us a story
That fits with this picture
Fold your hands and swallow up this mixture
You can walk an hour in the yard
We’ll give you your books, and your dinner
There’s no glass in the mirrors
Not for breaking or cutting
The door of the quiet room’s shutting
We’ll keep you here till you see something in nothing
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