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lyrics
High noon routine
Mid-summer air
A few drops of poison
Lethargic sweat
Unfinished phrases
Phony praises
And piles of unread books
Symbols and rules
Tattooed on fools
Dark circles and
Cycles and cycles
Dream memos
Perfect life demos
A comet of your scent
It’s a short season of love
Before we lament and moan
This ain’t no place for predetermined happy endings
Some heard the humming of the night
Some were marked for death
The rain came, the birds fell
Down from empty skies
Here’s the daily bread bad news
But I keep that away from you
You shall not know; you shall go on
Selling stories with empty eyes
The great creators of super-voids
A maze of nerves and veins
The craze of soothing pains
Hear us lament and moan,
Hear us lament and moan
Yet another blue Sunday
That made me aware
Of the harsh truths of the past years
Each time I left too soon
To swallow the light of a silver moon
All spring long all the big eyes
Filled the windows in my street
Perfect scenes and visions
Hopes, change and missions
An urge a need to shiver and bleed
But when I’m inhaled by the night
And spit on the river banks
I slowly dissolve in the sand
And forget to lament and moan
The morning curls up
And huddles against me
Til’ I dare to tell you
That I love you
That I care for you
But I’m already bound in the afterglow
I’m a somber giant
In a glistening storm
A thousand pages later
I’m still mumbling about the hatred
The madness
The beauty in all sadness
Oh, little did I know
I would be the next in line
I never healed, never moved on
From losses and traumas
The cycles keep turning
But the cures stop working
I’m with the creatures that maul the flawless
That drink the colors from the petals
Dip the boughs in dark liquid
Scare away the people
Into their houses
Where they remain silent, silent – silent!
I hear them come
I should pack my shit and leave
The piles of unread books
The undead dreams
Every drop of blood and sweat
All the tears of regret
Your warmth in my bed
Your taste in my breath
I’m down on the beaches
With a rebel screeches
And all the others
That never stopped to fall in love in spring
To fall in love in spring
To fall in love in spring
An esoteric and eerie live performance from multi-instrumentalist J.P. Shilo conjures up haunting images with a multitude of dark tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021