Catastrophe Ballet
Album - 1984 - Debaser id 34025

Feel these arms
steel arms, now we are blind
hide my eyes
my eyes so out of place here
now we are hard-cutting
trapped in beneath
cold-loving mirrors stand alone
they lead you alone
they lead you alone

old hearts break down
footsteps tied till believeing
can we hold sand?
slow hands break up the family
we all fall down
one chance to fail, sleepwalking
take off your face
you'll learn to trust my dry hands

this cage is still
and he cracks, now we are safer
true dreams stay west
I say to kids "are you protected?"
now we are answers
silence pressed pure
we wait at the crest of our will
and we stand alone
we lead you alone


we lead you alone

(still) we will feel movement
(still) and we will fill stations
(still) we will fear time
(still) this time we are bleeding
(still) tears of love like strangers
(still) bite through, break the ice
(still) soon words will be forgotten
(still) though, cruel scenes linger on

we hide from sound-paintings on distant walls
we hide from cold still-lives on empty floors
we hide our bent husbands behind slamming doors
don't run to the window
because burning glass warps

we stand still
and we stand like whores
we are alone
and we stand still
and we stand like whores
we are alone
we stand still
yes, we stand like whores
we are alone
we stand still

Up for three days
up for three days
down under ground for six more
incisions cannot penetrate my feet
tripping, gliding, falling numbly
hands held together with unwanted skin
ripping, hiding calling dumbly

You, in houses of mud
you, in gutter sleep - love
you, born to slaughter - swathed gloves
you dressing daughters and sons
like you - I am broken and fragile
like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
like you - I am feeding on slumber
like you - I’ve left my eyes far behind me
down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning

The eighth day
sleep, the eighth day
clawed my way back to the first
no gentle fingers collapse on my eyes
weeping, prying, struggling blindly
there's no sanity standing me back on my feet

I'm in an empty room
I'm burning books from you
I'm lost in bed with you
breaking these mirrors to end all I’ve seen

Like you - I am broken and fragile
like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
like you - I am feeding on slumber
like you - I’ve left my eyes far behind me
down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning

I'm still drowning

I've come to lie beside you
I've come to know the dark for light
I've come to trust just one
and that one died with yesterday
with yesterday

Now that I’ve laid me down to sleep
for what it's worth, I dress my tears in costumes
never again will we, will I turn to stone
the drowning edges of my pillow
catch the last breath
on a desert leading down
the breath too deep, the breath too long ago forgotten

I've come to lie beside you
I've come to know the dark for light
I've come to trust just one
and that one died with yesterday
with yesterday

Now that all honest clocks bury oceans with sand
our tears have filled them once again
when will I, will we stand at the shore
to cleanse our souls?
To cleanse our souls?
Are memories too deep,
are memories too long ago forgotten
now that I’ve left that chance to die?

I've come to lie beside you
I've come to know the dark for light
I've come to trust just one
let us not die like yesterday
like yesterday

Can we coincide with drama?
WIll we live to tell our sons?
The cancer of childhood continues to grow
nine days seven times
lost our first to a thousand answers
lost our sight to to tide
can we look away
or must we look inside?
Or must we look inside?

One by one
One by one

All together, all alone
Places can not claim us home
Creed of love bars not our way
Singing shapeless as our day

Fishwives leave the gutters
Mothers leave their sons
While the curious men
With their curious smiles
Leave rejected in pairs
One by one

From action, not from fear
Count us well we're always here
Feeding stranger lusts in dark
Cornered each in alley park

Fishwives leave the gutters


Mothers leave their sons
While the curious men
With their curious smiles
Leave rejected in pairs
One by one

Harps of choruses fill the air
Mark of shame already there
Streamers flung against the wind
Cross our faces we have...

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