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When I was a kid
A young boy
I was quiet
Caught a lick of love
From a tall man
Made of Iron
Well Jesus walked in solitude
A man-myth talking in an empty room
And crying like a child in the sun
For he alone could understand
The book of Fate
The severed hands
And all the little things you will become.
But nothing I guess will take your place
In the dusk when the streetlights hum
Long was the night and you never looked back
I fell for you once
And your eyes they were rivers of black,
Your hair was like rain
In the heart of the deafening silence
That clung to your throat
Like the voice of a terrible tyrant
Who looked like this
When I am alone
I hear Heavenly sounds;
Of lightening
So would you tell it to me slow,
Until the rivers fill the seas
And all the mountains come cover my body
There is a tree in paradise
The children called the tree of life
Their voices echo on the burning street
I still recall the broken night
We watched you weeping on the lonely height
You lay down like an insect in the heat
I’ll never forget, your skin was wet
And you said it was hard to speak
Long was the night and you never looked back
I fell for you once
And your eyes they were rivers of black
Your hair was like rain
In the heart of a deafening silence
That clung to your wrist
Like the mark of a terrible tyrant
My eyes are like his
The Man that I love
Was close enough to touch
They’re gonna play the dead march,
But it wouldn’t mean that much
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I recall Carmen
I see her in a rail car
With the pale moon on her golden skin
Moving like a tongue of fire
Leaning over in the back seat
In the scarlet dusk
When she told me how her mamma got sick
And our fingers touched
Tell her you believe in her heart of glass
A tremor in your throat but the pains gonna pass
Carmen was the dawn where it eastward sprung
To reveal I am no one
When you know the name of the long night
You’ll see I’m in a bad way
In my vague garment of light
I hear you through the wall again
Like I knew you in the level air once
In your faded clothes
See in your eyes there was a vision of love
Like a child, I suppose
They say I was afraid when the darkness come
So I call her from the payphone say “what have I done?”
Carmen if you leave you’ll be on my mind
But you’ll come back to me some time
I would lay no hand upon the premonition baby in the back of my hotel
Though the sun is gone, remember how you knew me kinda well
When the tongue of flame had hung upon my body you would leave me for a while
And maybe know the sadness that I noticed in the corners of your smile
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
When the sun is gone I’ll hold out for you Carmen in the back of my hotel
And recall the song that no amount of longing could dispel
When the tongue of flame had hung upon me honey you would see I loved you best
But you’d hold out for the figurine that kneels now at your bedside where I dressed.
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Nobody Game
03:39
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This is the shape of the night when it breaks
On the columbine shade of her skin
We made love on the floor and her eyes were like blow lamps
They burned through my body again
Oh that night we drank turpentine
Drowned on your artifice
Talking of terrible things
Ooh
Did I ever want you
Did I ever want you
How does it taste
Can I undo
Did I ever want you
Or will it break my heart in two
What vision was she in the bible-black street
Where I wrecked in her seraphim light
Then I held her real close, where I fear her the most
In the last incantations of night
She was standing so brave
With my heart in her pale eyes
And telling me it was alright
By the light of some televised death
On her old TV set
I foresee I must leave her behind
But I say Ooh
Did I ever want you
Did I ever want you
How does it taste
Can I undo
Did I ever want you
I am not what I am,
I am untrue
But I say Ooh
Did I ever want you
Did I ever want you
How does it taste
Can I undo
Did I ever want you
Or will it break my heart in two
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Mama Make The Pain Stop
05:11
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Come wreck
You were nothing but a kid when we met
May I never forget
The way I begged you to believe
You were talking strange
And I gave up when they said you were saved
So pull my head close
Tell me I was brave
But do not take him from me please
Drinking lithium
Vaguely dressed
Caligula smiled
And he rose from his desk
And I’ll break all his teeth
And my knees will go weak
But I held nothing from you
He said
Mamma make the pain stop
Daddy fill the bathtub
Still hear you breathing through the crack in my door
Hollow in the hallway
Heavy on the doorframe
I don’t want to hurt no more
But don’t you cry
When the fire fills the holes in your eyes
I was terrified
For the thing that you became I craved
Then with fists like lead,
You wrote letters from your hospital bed
And when they held you down
You see I loved you just the same
So please do not shiver
When I tell you that
The force between the lightening
And the thunder clap
Is the same that drew death from the cusp of your breath
When I was nothing to you
He said Mamma make the pain stop
Daddy fill the bathtub
Low was your breathing
And slow was your kiss
Hold me in the hallway
Leaning on the doorframe
Oh my, mamma, I never meant to leave you like this
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Heavy was your weight when you leant on her shoulder
Hallowed be the mark that you left on her breast
Mamma make the pain stop
Daddy fill the bathtub
Tell her that there’s nothing left
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Luca Wilding London, UK
"Deeply lyrical, devoutly personal, and explicitly honest, each song feels hewn from some darker element of his soul."
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