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No Break but a Bend
04:06
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honest and barest between us it's always been -
wasn't it then?
felt right - but last night it passed like a funeral for an old friend.
is this how it ends?
no break but bend?
we can't share a bed so instead i am tying a thread -
delicate red -
to these peruvian lilies, so soothing and filling your room
with color. oh, who
wouldn't do this for you
if they had the chance to?
the night that we walked past the park in the dark all alone
walking you home -
oh, i collected a feather to tie up together with those
memories close,
cuz one never knows...
it's not like i wanted it more,
as i remember.
but time passes everything over
for the end.
so here i am learning to say what i want
in the languages of your suitors.
a quiver of poisonous nuances ready to shoot at these
fools who all think they deserve
to know your smile.
a new bud is opening greeting a winter
we'll never remember as cold,
but darker than sin when in every dream again
i am holding you - holding you close.
then each morning i know...
what a joke.
its not like i wanted it more
as i remember
but time passes everyone over
for the end
we cant share a bed so instead i am tying a thread -
delicate red -
to this feather. It's tethered to words that i never said.
is this how it ends?
no break but a bend?
no break but a bend
twisted by wind so the light can't get in.
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Cosmonaut
03:18
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I want to wake up with the tide, I don't want to come inside, my love,
Precious as sunlight were we.
There's a mountain in The North, full of resin pouring forth, we must
Smoke with the Berbers, Amen!
And Out East behind the veil, a million broken metric scales, we can
Stand on each end, face to face.
Make a pile of pounds and grams, standard steps and lengths of hands, and then
Move with a slow, measured pace.
And when we fall asleep, smothered with night,
The dragons sleeping safe and tight,
A monstrous calm will rain down on our heads.
A cosmonaut will lead us to our beds!
At the firing of the guns, hold your breath and do not run, instead
Follow the sounds of the sea.
There we'll meet upon the rocks, all our clothes left on the docks and swim
Towards distant songs, indistinct.
I'll pull you upon a shore where we've never been before.
Today is nothing like yesterday.
Looks as good as anywhere, build a fire and burn our hair and we'll
Never leave, and we'll never stay.
And when we fall asleep, smothered with night,
The dragons sleeping safe and tight,
A monstrous calm will rain down on our heads.
A cosmonaut will lead us to our beds!
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3. |
Ticket for Traveling
03:16
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don't respond
do you miss him
when he's gone?
do you feel his
eyes on your lips
when you're singing
inaudible lyrics
do you love him?
do you?
is he kind?
is your kind?
all the time?
does he know
how much you should mean
and could mean
here now to me
do you love him?
do you?
don't say.
i've an island
and a ticket
for travelling
you can leave it here on the edge
of the table next to the bed
.
do you love him?
do you?
dont say.
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4. |
Just a Note
04:01
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just a note
before i stop loving you
a clarification
i'm tryin to say this
i was wrong
to draw a line between two
points that i created
from nothing
but a smile
but an eye
but suggestion
nevermind
could i have loved you till you died?
yeah, maybe
here i go
folding pictures in half
tossing each into the trash
get some distance
before you know
silence hits the eastern front
the battle's over you have won
congratulations
i would have fought you till you died
oh what a sorry peace i've pried
from death grips black iron and tight
i would have loved you if you tried
on dusty weekends truth or lies
no dark between us now to light
just a note
before i stop loving you
i remember every detail
do you?
clear the stage
put the microphone in place
check the levels, kill the bass
play us out.
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5. |
The Lake
04:19
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THE LAKE
My... my girl... is the ocean. she's the sea.
but I, come from sweetgum!
from mason jars full of tea
that my mother used to leave.
I... I've met... someone very new in a very old friend
She's sneaking through my door
lying on the wooden floor
reminding me, that we cannot pretend
that life is other than it's gonna be...
the lake is drying into rocks and weeds...
but if I had to choose right now,
I'd choose the lake!
Where the moonlight meets the shore...
Where I can't stand it anymore...
make a thin excuse, put on my canvas shoes, and go.
Like a green Texas storm...
I seen you comin from so many miles before
by a 32 ounce light I sit on down to write once more.
you're a thousand-reasons right. I give up without a fight... of course.
But if I had to choose right now
WIth nothing to lose right now.
if i had to choose right now...
I'd choose the lake.
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6. |
Human Again
03:13
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Better catch the ashes as the paper burns and dies.
There's nothing sadder than balloons that fly away.
No act of man can destroy a murdered thing.
I know the feeling of helpless remorse.
Watching as your violence takes its toll;
The pockets of the dead are filled with lovers' totems.
Everything that's lovely can be sold.
Watch out for the traps that you forgot you set yourself.
It's what we're made of, we're a suicidal breed.
There is redemption in destroying cherished things.
I've got an idea of what forever means.
When something is dead, it lives and moves no more.
Our witless outrage is a violence we don't see.
Our memories lie like mournful spiders,
Left to die and move never again.
The pockets of the dead are filled with lovers' totems.
Wish to want to know to break or bend,
Or to put our legs beneath us and stand up human again.
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7. |
the Lantern
02:44
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dear boy do you love him
rides the 17 to the bookstore
draw a picture in pen
draw a picture of a prayer rug
oh in mute signification
line his memories in gold leaf for
a bitter hope that he might
the bitter hope that he will come
when hes gone
he's gone
he's gone
so keep the lantern on!
smart boy dont you know him
know each buried root and poison thorn
smile your way through the night
smile right on through the dawn
for you trouble
you've lost ships to tides
break and crumble
watch each one capsize
they left you alone to die
on a polyester island
warm to the touch cool to lie
no mooring to tie!
just a tower beaming light!
when he's gone
he's gone
he's gone
but keep the lantern on
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8. |
Sixteen-Sixty-Four
03:00
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I found you there
Beside the bridge, above the river, on the shore.
One day I'll die!
I am alone, you are alone, we are alone.
Or was it there?
In the cellar with the brandy and the wine?
The lake stood by,
Like a mouth open to swallow all the sky.
We stood aghast and wondered why
I am alone, you are alone.
How separate we've been amid the ruins of the war,
Our veins running with Kronenbourg and 1664.
That stifling French winter, we couldn't bear it anymore.
I don't know if I could do it all again.
What's the answer? How to get back where we've been?
Your photographs, perfect signatures you signed upon the land.
Across the sea.
Traveling we've done, but this time without me.
Je ne sais rien, comme j'ai prédit
Sauf ce que tu m'a dit, cherie.
Ces sombres jours seront si claires
Quand on va courir en plein air.
If the Alps met the Carpathians,
If the Danube met the Seine,
Could this city be a home to us again?
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9. |
Dumb Animal
03:55
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for what it's worth, love
you weren't the first love
that I wrote such things to
and though you were not mine
you treated me in kind
and i'm still finding pictures of you
i think you've been lying to me again
nothing to say to you tonight, love
your tactless display on the floor
the heart that i bare is still the same dumb animal
and you can't leave it well alone
i think you've been lying to me again
for what it's worth, love
i've felt much worse, love
my chest has carried blacker weights
but here it is lifted
on glances so swift and comely on the dance floor
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10. |
a New Leaf
03:46
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new year
is drawing near, dear i fear we've come as far
as we can or will again - (i'm not sure what you expected but i...
...will carry your notes will read all my lines
will try my damndest to be so quiet
when you go - when you lie
he tells me i love you
no, like i cant do
he tells me i love you (2X)
we wont win - see me skin now begins to grown thinner and fade
see my nerves stand on end hoping oh for your hand to stay
and in dreams… a new leaf turning sweetly in air!
as our nerves are set free from our skin as our bones are laid bare
you will bury me there
god damn - each night
club lights - poison air
for the last two nights she's waited there -
i'm not sure if you expect me to care
.i'll bury your notes will read all my lines
will try my damndest to be act surprised
when you go - when you lie
i wont say i love you
no like i can't do
i wont say i love you
it stirs - little bird in this word she has heard everything
- her nerves stand alert as she plays with her skirt's broken seams
and in dreams… a new leaf turning sweetly in air!
as our nerves are set free from our skin as our bones are laid bare
you will bury me there
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morzsa records Budapest, Hungary
MORZSA RECORDS (HU/SRB/USA) is a doom-pop act from Budapest and Belgrade. Its two song-writers both hail from the Great State of Texas while its other key members come from Budapest, Hungary and Ukraine. Morzsa Records has been playing for a some years in Eastern and Central Europe. Likes - post-punk, southern psychedelia, country, & Hungarian underground. ... more
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