Sunday, 9 March 2008


Here's some more lyrics, in no particular order.

SturM und Drang
A sea that begins and ends
with no shores
Waves crash agains glass
and shock your frame

Your lungs struggle for air
You're near submerged
The fights under your belt
weigh you down

Your screams reflect off the walls
hollow and wet
recoil from a transparent throat
But you can't drown
you can't drown

Do you want to be freed
How do you want to be seen
Climb out of your glass
No storm blows out here

The Culinary Skills of a Modern Man
I am a traveling chef
My knife never rests
I've got blood on my hands
And ice in my chest
And I'll warm you up and cool you down
and cook you tenderly

My pots and pans are
the skulls and rib cages
of beautiful feeble creatures
with spiteful, able features
I warm them up and cool them down
and cook them tenderly

First I smell
Then you see,
Then I taste
And then we feel

My meat of choice is
Wild hearts and free souls
Lured in by adjustable brain waves.
From a controlled breeding ground
To ensure match
Sweetened with a deceiving tongue

Concrete under the Bridge
There's a statue on the square
That's not yet turned to stone
I see it from my window
I feel it in my bones

All the stately grandeur
For passers-by to find
Masks that piercing gaze
That's intercepting mine

I can't keep you out
the wave wont break
frozen in time
concrete under the bridge

In the morning sun
You let yourself be watched
And by the hands of time
You let yourself be touched

I can't keep you out
the wave wont break
frozen in time
concrete under the bridge

1 comment:

K.L. said...

Your lyrics are amazing. And I love your music. It's so odd to discover you're so...undiscovered. That I can actually say something to you. Strange.
Could you post the lyrics to "You Be the Judge"? I can't hear them all, I just know they're wondraful.