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04:41
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WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
I'M BENT DOWN I'M BLEEDING
I'M BARE BY MY OWN HAND
IN MY DREAMS ALL BODIES OBLITERATE
LET THE GRIPPING HAND OF PAIN HUMILIATE
WHAT'S BECOMING
SWELLING TONGUE RADIANT BLOOD
HATED LIGHT TEARLESS EYES
IN MY DREAMS ALL BODIES OBLITERATE
LET THE GRIPPING HAND OF PAIN HUMILIATE
A SPACE WITH NO ONE LEFT TO OBLITERATE
A SPACE WITH NO ONE LEFT TO HUMILIATE
A SPACE WITH NO ONE LEFT TO ANNIHILATE
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⒜
03:18
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TELL ME;
FOR WHOSE LOVE
DO I SIT HERE AND PRAY?
TELL THEM, GOD;
I'M NOT THEIR BROTHER.
OBSCURED BY HIS MANTLE,
A SWINE ON HER SIDE.
I LOOK INTO HER EYES;
BEATEN AND TIRED.
I PULP THEIR ARMS, I MILL THEIR HANDS.
DON'T BE DECEIVED. DON'T BE NAIVE.
I CRUSH AND I SWALLOW THEM.
I EAT AND I DISSOLVE THEM.
BY THEIR BLOOD IN MY THROAT, I SPEAK.
YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER.
YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER.
IN PAIN, I TURN INTO LIGHT.
SUDDENLY, I TURN INTO LIGHT.
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3. |
⒝
03:31
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ON SOME DAY AT SOME TIME WHEN IT COMES, I WILL COME EMPTY HANDED; WORKMAN'S HAMMER IN YOUR HAND; I KNEEL IN THE EARTH.
BEFORE I GO, BRING ME AN APPLE THAT I SHOULD TAKE FROM THY PALM. WHAT HE LOVES IS WHAT I LOVE – WHETTING STONES, CURDS AND WINE.
ACINUM, MESSUM ; MERUM, PERDITUM
KEEP YOUR WORD – RAISE YOUR ARM WHEN I CALL. I WILL COME NAIL IN HAND AND LINEN WAITING; LIE THY EAR NOW, SOFT TO THE EARTH.
NOTHING FALLS, NOTHING FAILS - WHAT YOU'VE TASTED, WHAT YOU'VE HEARD.
WHAT HE LOVES IS WHAT I LOVE – A DRUPE FLOWER, A YOUNG VINE.
WHEN I CALL, MAKE ME KING.
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4. |
⒞
05:37
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MOVE; (DOWN) IN THE HORN / WOMB OF GOD
TORRID EYE / TOROID WHITE
DREAM; (AS) HE BLEEDS FROM OUR HIP
WHAT WATER I DRINK / DRAIN FROM HIM
FORGOTTEN; YOUR HOLY CHILD
WHITE WATER; ADVENT FIRE
PRAISE TRINITY AND STARLIGHT
HEAD; HAND; MAN FOREVER DEFILED
ONE MORE HUMILIATION;
ONE MORE ANNIHILATION
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5. |
⒟
03:34
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HERE IN MY HAND
IS THE KEY TO YOUR CHEST
WHAT UNDOES ME TOO
UNLOCKS REST
HERE IN MY HANDS
I TRIED TO PERFECT
ONE OUNCE OF YOU
THAT I MIGHT FORGET
NO SENSE OF TIME
FIND ME A LIGHT
AND BRING BACK MY LOVERS EYE
NO MORE WILL ME I DENY
HERE IN MY HAND
IS THE KEY TO YOUR CHEST
WHAT UNDOES ME TOO
UNLOCKS REST
HERE IN MY HANDS
I TRIED TO PERFECT
ONE OUNCE OF YOU
BEFORE I FORGET
I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYMORE
GIVE ME MORE TIME
HERE IN MY HAND
ISN'T ANYTHING
WHAT'S INSIDE YOU
IS INSIDE ME TOO
YOU'RE A LOVELY BOY, SIMON
BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
I'M A LOVELY BOY TOO...
BUT THERE'S NO TIME LEFT
HERE IN MY HAND
IS AN UNTOUCHABLE KEY
WHAT SHINES IN YOU
WILL SHATTER IN ME
NOTHING TO SHARE
NOTHING TO SEE
NOTHING TO LEARN
NO ONE TO BE
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6. |
⒠
03:10
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I WILL NOT GO INTO MY HOUSE
OR FALL UPON MY BED
I WILL NOT GIVE ME UNTO DRINK
OR EAT OF ANY BREAD
UNTIL I FIND MY MERCY IN
A LAND OF RIVERS RED
A LAND WITH SEASIDE FOAMED
BY FAITH OF THOSE WHO FOR HIM BLED
MY NAME IS BUT A SHAME TO BEAR
SO OF IT I HAVE SHED
I'M HEADED EAST TO BETHLEHEM WITH NONE
BUT HORSE AND THREAD
MANY A TIME I HAVE EXPLAINED
A LAND OF RIVERS RED
A LAND WITH SEASIDE FOAMED
BY FAITH OF THOSE WHO FOR LOVE BLED
I HAVE NO NEED FOR COMPANY
SO OF IT I HAVE FLED
I LEFT MY HORSE IN LEBANON
INTO A POOR GIRLS HANDS
SOMETIMES I THINK I SEE HER THERE
WITH HAIR LIKE RIVERS RED
AND LITTLE MIND UNTROUBLED
BY THE THOUGHTS OF THOSE SHE'LL WED
UNTO THE FEET OF BETHLEHEM
MY PETER ONCE HAD SAID
WILL ANGELS FALL AS AUTUMN LEAVES
AND WITHER IN THEIR STEAD
AND ONLY ONE SANG SOLOMON
WHOSE LIPS LIKE CATTLE BLED
AND ONLY ONE MAY RISE AGAIN
TO MAKE THY BRIDAL BED
MY NAME MY TRADE MY FAMILY
THEY ALL HAVE COME TO END
THE ONE I LOVE NO MORE
HAS GONE AWAY FROM BETHLEHEM
I WILL NOT GO INTO MY HOUSE
OR FALL UPON MY BED
I WILL NOT GIVE ME UNTO REST
OR LAYETH DOWN MY HEAD
UNTIL I HAVE HIM IN MY HANDS
AND WE AS ONE HAVE WEPT
UNTIL I HEAR HIM SING FOR ME
AND FOR ME HE DOES LET
HIS BODY FALL UPON MY BREAST
WITH TEARS HOLY AND RED
AS GIRLS WHO RUN LIKE RIVERS
DOWN IN DARLING BETHLEHEM
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7. |
⒡
04:08
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Light incarnate - I turn from it. It knows the hands that touch it aren’t mine. It grows with each grasp and it knows whose arms are folded.
I LIE IN MY WASTE, I AM RUINED.
I AM DEAD BEFORE GOD.
I AM COAL IN A SERAPH’S HAND.
I AM TO BURN SOILED MOUTHS.
WHAT OF ME IS LIGHT
ENOUGH TO BE HELD;
WHAT IN ME OF LIGHT
IS NEVER NOT IN PAIN.
MY EYES ARE BLOODY AND I CAN’T
FEEL YOU’RE HERE.
MY EYES ARE BLOODY -
IS MY BODY HERE.
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