1. |
Murderer
02:20
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loneliness
is like a father i can talk to
is like a sister in the night kissing strange goodbyes
loneliness
you got a bottle in a car park
you got a picture on your dash and you smell so
murderer
loneliness
a little money in the garden
a little blue washcloth in the bathroom sink
loneliness
at least i got someone to talk to
a mirror in the night giving strange advice
murderer
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2. |
Cross
03:22
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when presented with a cake
a proper protestant child
will eat its dinner wordlessly
he will throw up all the things
he thought he had to swallow
pale and weak and well brought up
but don’t worry
i promised myself
to stay blurry and punish myself
i was always taught to stay ahead of the masses
to eat my bread with pepper grass
and stay away from molasses
i haven’t quite acquired a taste for candy and sweets
i’ve tried to keep my ivory strong
my lenses weak
but don’t worry
i promised myself
to stay blurry and punish myself
don’t worry
i promised myself
to stay blurry and punish myself
don’t worry
i promised jesus
to pay for the porcelain
when i throw it to pieces
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3. |
Tetragrammaton
05:01
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galachiel stood on the bell tower
lifted his face and closed his eyes
he took his little brass pen from his breast pocked
licked the tip and peered down
he saw a hard grey crust
with a fungus crutch
that oozed blood and pus and smoke
and then another
and he couldn’t see clearly
through the atmosphere
he felt the terror eat his every pore
and he saw many a thing
like a gold ring
like a jealousy fit
from the pit
that was drawn downstairs
downstairs
that was dreamed up by men
with a plan
a big plan
a small big plan without words
and galachiel spoke
father father can you hear me
i don’t know what i’m to do
i can’t tell what i am feeling
i broke my eyes
my eyes are glue
can you kill it with
can you kill it with fire
can you smite it down
i kiss to make it better
a flood to make it drown
and start over
father father please forgive me
i don’t hold my neighbours dear
i’ve been lurking ‘round the corner
waiting for your ship to sail
hey
were you invited to the great unveiling
they said he’ll bring his son
i’ll bring my ticket
and a book with my whole life story
and a sermon to sing
until his doubts are gone
while your guilt eats you from the inside
so you hide
and you disguise
your jealousy as neighbourly love
well, tough
cause i cannot believe it’s all made up by men
fuck that
there’s a plan
he am
well, he will kill you with fire
he will smite you down
he will throw you down
down to the ground
to a prison of your own design
made from all the hears you still decide to break
it’s a long and lonesome fall
god have mercy on you all
may it trickle down forever
cause i won’t be on your side
i can feel it in my bones
and i feel it in my fingers
and i hear the wings descending
and i see it
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4. |
Milk and Cigarettes
04:18
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there’s a creature called the morning
that’s been whispering in my head
about his enemy before him
he shines a light
that takes all colour from the night
that seems last year
i’m a ghost haunting your tower
you left a sandwich on a plate
you’re like a sister to me
and a mother to the child
we left to wail before the gate
the child we left for dead
while she cried for milk
and cigarettes
milk and cigarettes
milk and cigarettes
milk and cigarettes
there’s a teacher called the yearning
i know now that i was afraid
well, that’s the tragedy of learning
knowing one and one is two
but when it’s three
you’re much too late
see me flee across the border
i want the feeling to be gone
but i still feel your softness on me
a silver snake slithers over flat land
milk and cigarette land
milk and cigarettes
milk and cigarettes
milk and cigarettes
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5. |
Snowflake
01:41
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hey little snowflake
would you like to melt on my tongue
and be the milk around my cornflake
the syrup on my pancake
and the reason for a song
and the reason for this
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6. |
Louis et le Chat
03:06
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princesse des plumes
c'était un conte de fée
louis et le chat
un homme de cords
un homme de barbelé
louis et le chat
des cards étoiles se déplient
la lune est orange
et le vent murmure "embrasse moi"
aisles sans fin
gravier sous vos pieds
louis et le chat
champs d'achillée
c'était un rêve, je crois
je brûle
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7. |
Our Little Garden
01:32
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nothing will grow
though I love you so
and what's the wisest thing to do
you'll tell me soon enough
and what's the wisest thing to do
you'll ask me soon enough
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8. |
The Glass
04:21
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did you think it was a good plan
my little deep eyed dove
to go digging there
in the dark
all that interest in my perception
of my long term imperfections
burns the roots
feeds the beast in me
and I feel
the claws of insanity
scrape the glass
oh
and i feel
the walls giving in
and the darkness break free
from its shackles
you’re so sweet to pay attention
track my craters with your pinions
and give a stir inside
there, that’s right
hear the clanging of the padlock
come right in and wish the rocks dead
and i’m telling you
they’re here to stay
and i feel
the claws of despair
gashing through my flesh
oh
and i feel
the walls caving in
and the darkness break free
from its shackles
i should probably not talk this way
but i do
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9. |
Open
02:52
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the bone may be strained but the marrow remained
coats still in pace with the waltz
he's a cripple old man
teeth silver
eyes bloodshot
the fear in his fingers
to be young and dumb again
gathering clouds
gathering clouds
higher and higher to the sun
it's been cold
since he reached for his gun
now he shouldn't be messed with
and my housey waits out on the open
and my housey waits out on the open
things that disappear
will be back the next year
she keeps her berries untouched
and a V flies over
brother, follow the arrow up north
and with eyes wide open
you can see what the center brought forth
and we're better off dead
but we couldn't be fussed with
and my housey waits out on the open
and my housey waits out on the open
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10. |
Juniper Resin
10:38
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when the summer broke off
and the film revealed sandy steps on the cellophane
a crepe paper love
staining the fingers dripping with orange rain
a black floundering moth
longed for the magnitude of the astral plane
a brown resin dove
spilled a sweet poison onto the picture frame
a poison of a thicker kind
granted me a sicker mind
last year I was a therapist
today I was a wicker man
it started out as a fine plan
didn't it
two slabs of concrete
a street in the middle
with ghosts boiling under the pavement
ooh
it started out as a fine plan
didn't it
and the mighty man of the sea
without vision or reflection
cast his salty sin down on me
to bring forth the resurrection
when a dance lit the flame
we saw the old clock stop through the window pane
a bitter refrain
sang through the fading waves of the other name
there lay the time entangled
crisp in the packaging
while you
dug for a crooked angle
right through the ship I built
for you
and the overcast shell breaks
and the sky turns
the ending was done
long 'fore the title
long 'fore the song was sung
destruct at all cost
filling a hope chest
with all the hopes we lost
hope lies in a deep dark well
reflecting a shaky sun
dive in to know me well
see what you leave before you run
your eyelids open
I can smell autumn
a little blue spark
lights up the dark
and the overcast shell breaks
and the sky turns amber
I like to break the thing I really like
just to see what it does to me
and I like to hurt the people I dearly love
just to see what it doest to me
why does it make me feel so good in my head
while it makes me sad
just to know I'm bad
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11. |
Yes
05:30
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it’s been a while since i felt light
it’s been a while since i felt lightly
but i’ve got the open road in sight
and i intend to hug it tightly
and i’m not scared
to smear his blood on my face
make no mistake
i’m not prepared
to burn my tongue in his place
no
i’m not prepared to let it fight me
the golden leaves caress the copper sea
they rightly do
the wind the woods the inexplicity
the dying bird
they say the word
autumn hearts and winter tires
and crimson fires within
and i know that the heavens are waiting for me to say yes
iron eyes and silver wires
protect us from the sin
and i know that the heavens are waiting
cause i have forgotten how easy it is to be mused
and say yes
shimmering into the past
shining on into the future
my hero died now time goes fast
but i've got love to drag me through it
and i’m not scared
to suck the blood out myself
make no mistake
i’m not afraid
autumn hearts and winter tires
and crimson fires within
and i know that the heavens are waiting for me to say yes
iron eyes and silver wires
protect us from the sin
and i know that the heavens are waiting
cause i have forgotten how easy it is to be mused
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12. |
Lies
02:43
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sleep tight
little boy
one last kiss on your head
and remember that
all that's inside it are lies
don't be scared now
little boy
there's no monster under your bed
no T-Rex in the closet
or angry clowns on the chair
they're all in your head
cause Plato was wrong
and all your thoughts
all your plans
all your dreams
and all your friends
they're all in your head
and all that's inside it are lies
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