Back
Rock
Mail

Songs

Julia
La Maison du retourne ecouerant
Passed
Quiet Now
Bones
Heart
Shouldnt Be

Words

Julia

Bring me back Julia
There are wolves at my gate
There are worms on my skin

The Marines are at my door
Khmer Rouge was here before
They're demanding my bed sores

La maison du retourne ecouerant

Every night
For six hours straight
I dream im in a box

I turn on the lights
And they blind my eyes
I turn them off
And the ghosts return

Voices converse
I respond
They do not

Passed

Im seeing this in my past
And it hurts much worse than
Im murdering someone weaker
Just to prove that I can
And oh how I can

All I need is the go ahead
Tell me that if I do it
Youll hold me
Say youll take the blame
Before you move on to another man

Thats exactly what draws me to you
Your pretention, your lack of terror
For it is you that causes it
And I who desires nothing more
Bend me to your will
Make me do this
Because I wont be able to do it again

Quiet Now

Youve been down
Long time now
Your times come
Quiet now

Ill miss you
But ill have to understand
This is will
And its yours to have

Youve been drunk
Long time now
I cant help
Quiet now

I balk now
How could not
Its your turn
Talk me down

Bones

Only the living hear the songs
Of the bones of the dead
Does it comfort you
My bones are dry
They crumble from inside
Does it make you sad
The dead have no sorrow
Only bones on which the living beat
To exploit them
To pacify the living

Chip away at the stone
What do you hear
Chip away at the bone
What do you hear
And of course there are those who will assert
With no evidence whatsoever
But you cant hear it in the bones
Knock knock knockin on the bones of the dead

Heart

The weight of my bones
Compels me
To drag my limbs
To the dusty ground
To weigh down upon the earth
And will holes to mate with the dead

Whose bones have drug them there
Too heavy for their little souls

Crushing the weight
Of repressed violence
Crushing all good sense
Dragging that flakey white marble
Above the mausoleum

My heart is a clock

Shouldnt be

There are certain men
Made up of nothing
But cowardice
There are certain men
Without an original idea in their head

But no, not me
One of us shouldnt be

Info

Released December 2006 by No More Labels. Catalogue #: NML30.