Swan Lake Album

Ladadadadadadada...

And in the light of what was there it's been said they heard me bid you - "Come on!"

... On your way down Widow's Walk...

And the hordes will take them in
But we cling to another
We dream of another.

Nubile days are the days that stay
They stay on the hunter's face
But we cling to another thing
We dream of another thing.

Bless my soul there's an old soul with no
Badges on his wing.

Makes it okay to sing:

LA LA LA LA

(It's the way that you sing to me)

Bless my soul there's an old soul
With no badges on his wing.

Makes it okay to sing:

Whoa whoa whoa

Oh the city calls its wild wastes
its fortressed breeze to help

In the park was Caravaggio's Christ
who fucked the police and put an end to the price of automobile radio heists

And did you want to help did you think you'd help?

But your help was a hurt
A motivational welt
Wounds and their salts

"And the ill milk in your bones
and you whisper to your knees
and your two broken collarbones:
You want to take a photograph then take a photograph of me!"

Cling to the sum of your parts for a man
Is never what he does, never what he tries...
Now baby come back come back cause you know I didn't mean it
When I mentioned the hollowed-out galaxies inhabiting your eyes...

Shit, where do you come from?
And where have you gone?
Do the furies document your progress
Before the foregone conclusion of the sun... or was I dreaming this?

Everything was going fine and smooth as planned...
The tankards sat contentedly understanding of what htey held within.
Then terror struck when we realized what was at hand,
As you and your Union St. ingenues came rolling in!

Just another capacity crowd lost at sea
Just another dense azure template to surf upon
They should play it loud, the disgusted jam band rocks, I agree...
In a venue called Rubella...

You have a father
There is another
you have a sister
there are no brothers
you have good friends
you have a lover
when friendships end
you will still love her
but it's Theresa that you love the best

There was a flood
a world of water
the Mason's wife
swam for her daughter
1000 people did what they could
they found a steeple,
tore up the wood
500 pieces means 500 float
1000 people means 500 don't
and it's Theresa that I love the best

I've said it before
and I'll say it again
all fires have to burn alive
all fires have to burn alive
from near his heart
he took a rib
but all fires have to burn alive, to live
from near his heart
he took a rib
all fires have to burn alive, to live
so it's Theresa that I love the best

Oh the partisan said "there are photos in your head I want to know what they are"
And he was wise in many matters of the bruised and the battered
And the cold in your car
He said that "I want berries the Apollo-weary citizen has some behind his bar."
Who blows the sky? Who blows the sea? Who puts the Myriad in the grass in front of me?

In the lofts they would pull and they would tear upon their seleves and the tinkling is a symphony of "Father won't you please?"
And the rent becomes a myth because the photograph is diseased
For the matriarch has slipped and hurt her blessed knee:
"Oh when's she going to slow down? Wil Wendy ever slow down?"

Oh the partisand said there are photos in your head I want to know what they are;
And he was young but still terrific through the burning barn's horrific
It was done all the same
And with his bat and his bullies he's going to stalk
the hills of mercy and lay waste to their name
it's the violator's aim
And I called the love from everyone to testify that I am as stupid as a lord on a skewered palace sword
"So dumb (the person), I called your name in verse
to the masked poled opponents of partisans and sentiments and cake-holed second verse and I am stupid and indifferent to the muscles of the minions who had stupidly opinioned that the mayor was the emblem of the passion-played name
but the fall of the palace was from cold and not malice it was winter in the Tallahassee port with the broken soldiers out to lay their claim:

wild blood, oh do you still run around with wild blood?

I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to me
disembodied, and cheapening everything it used to mean.

When you said, "The truth shall set you free,"
Oh, you lied to me, when you said; "The truth shall set you free."

The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom ...

Thursday, ten P.M., the city abounds,
The city of daughters can be found
Where it ought to be found.
Relegated to the back of an underclass;
You always hated the back,
An attack in its purest form,
An attack that's forever forewarned.

Ba da…

I put a hex on the telephone wire
And hoped that the spires of communication
Might take a leave of absent expectations,
CONFOUNDED when the girl became grounded,
And packed her bags, for the beaches, with contacts and breeches
Of contracts.

The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom...
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom to be alone with the freedom,
The freedom...

If When you call she comes
for you
If when you call she comes
for you
Give your all boy

we shot the holes in the portable well:
and that's why your boyfriend tracked us
in the wastes that the demons of hell
avoid as the road bends
and the pity of woman is the seed of our sainthood:
born from a slack din done blasted
done, by the archangel's light, "I hate your new boyfriend!"
we sow the songs the earth bears our wrong our pales wrongs all along!

He shouted it out from Hamlet's pressed lips —
That the parsonage owed him a million "white tips"
Of the dream that the DOCTOR had planted in mist
Had grown to the might of a twelve story bitch
Born of malice and might and his doctrine was white —
He should forfeit his place in the neighbourhood right?
With a code head and the sea's read
And its boiling from the hot heads
Who stick their rash neck in the brine and it's "tears shed"
And low-distortion rage collared
And your brother resents his cage and its collared
And the POLLENATED GIRLS will stop and spin their curls
And lo! They have crawled around the world
In the semblance of a trade mission's pearl

And THE POLLENATED GIRLS spray their spray
And I am dizzy like some EARL who had stumbled upon a worker in peril
And saved his skin for the tribunal's herald! ls

bluebird brave in the night
bluebird brave in the night
drew the red circle
drew the red circle

so fire away
bluebird brave in the night
bluebird is mine until my heart stops bleeding
and fire away
'cause you drew the circle

the sea will be silver until my heart stops bleeding
so fire away
bluebird brave in the night

blue one claim your target, swell
the bones have to be strong
to build the frame that holds the bell
you have to place upon
and fire away
bluebird brave in the night

bluebird is mine until my hearts stops bleeding
fire away
'cause you drew the circle
the sea will be silver until my heart stops bleeding
so fire away
bluebird brave in the night
bluebird brave in the night

And all is I is I is I is I is I is I

Are you swimming in her pools?
Are you swimming in her pools?
Ahahaha

Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?

How can you stand the cold?
How can you stand the cold?

And if you're still there when it snows
Will you still be there when it goes?
Will you still be there when it's time
To fill the pools again?

And will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?

Are you running up the river banks
And tracing them like long fingers
Are you running up her river banks
And navigating them?
Fingers of a hand

'Cause fingers make the hand
And rivers make the land

Is she cradling you well?
Oh is she cradling you well?
'Cause if I call you baby, she should cradle you well

Does she fucking know?
Does she fucking know?

And how the lines that appear around your eyes
When you are smiling
Are revered for the way in which they always reappear

Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?

I hope you find your mother
I hope you find your mother there
I hope you find your mother there

You hit the ground running with a terrifying speed
But it's the ground you cover that terrifies me
And brace yourself for the sound of bleeding

'Cause bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed

And "please" is not a word that I ever say quietly...

You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce, it's true
You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you

His child of the future is the child I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
These tigers at heart are the tigers I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you

"Caution: Hot Ashes!" -- the girl says to her first kiss.
They stuck eternity inside a bird's fist just to watch it fly!
Just to make it go!
Just to let things slip away!

Don't ask me how I know, I just do...
Night Surgeon dons his robes to take apart a fellow amateur!

You may have heard it said one gives what one gets
Well, I didn't go out into the world just to be stung by a rich man's hornets...

Who amongst us has left these things undone,
And who let these animals into my kingdom?

A blind doe learns to work the rig...
A once-thin man turns into a pig...

The endless groves wherein my soul pukes the night away...

The problem as I see it --
I was messed up on a tangent that was wrong.
They mix 'em strong and I was partial to the feeling.
It is a terrible feast we've been stuffing our face on...
A terrible breeze from the East comin' on...

It bears the scent of our one hundred first kills...

You love her. You leave her.
You try to achieve a breadth of vision that she has from the start.
I got Street Despair carved into my heart...
I got Street Despair carved into my heart...

My dear, didn't you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating.
The problem, as I see it is (girlsstayawayfromthatshit!)

Saw you in Swan Lake -- you were great!
Saw you down in Strathcona Square, devouring an AfterEight
(who cares! I didn't mean it!)

For the third encore, you saw yourself in half... It was just you and your raft and this
crummy requiem...

Run or fly --
At some point I had to ask why..
I had to show you
a world not tethered to
Disasters but this would prove impossible...
I snuck a look inside your skull
and said --
Don't look now but Gretchen's seeing red...
again!..."

The truth is a thing to coax out of its shell...
The truth is -- "On this, you and I are going to tangle"
Off, treacherous bliss!! Off!

(First you come in all sweet
And then on tiger's paws you retreat
into a darkened nether shadow region.

It's not that I quit...
It's not that my poems are shit
In the light of the privilege of dreams...
"Alive", she cried once. Now "Alive," she screams...

Honey, get ready for the fall.
Time makes bastards of us all.
The future's not ours to see...
It'd be true what they say, were they to say --
"Why, yes, I dig the scourge!"

Praise be the delightful muezzin, tending his flock
And
Praise be those alabaster hands running amok on your body..
They love you in spite of your (lame) scene...
We live in darkness. The light is a dream,
You see...)