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That night, that damned night, I wanted everything to end. To never look anyone in the face again, neither pain, nor myself.
There was a tense atmosphere there, calm but tense, tense and suffocating and thin; there was an open door -no, it was ajar, just enough to let through the timid orange light of a lamp and the cries of a sob, so small and subdued, and alone like a child.
There was a woman in that room. Immersed in the shadows, she was bent over, and she did not speak. He was not there.
Some sobs broke a silence of distilled anguish. Everything was still.
I swallowed. I moved in the bed. The blankets had suddenly become heavy, oppressive. I couldn't breathe. Perhaps it was the end, if anything had ever truly had a beginning. My jaw was clenched; more and more; and again; even tighter, even more, yes like that. My teeth hurt. They creaked. I was grinding my soul, barely held in my throat like a cannon shot. Filthy and crumpled I was, garbage. Shit.
The bleeding gums. The tears. The bitterness. The suffocated anguish. The trembling silence.
I walked, staggered, stumbled, where was I going? I leaned against the wall, the taste of blood and tears was terrible, it slid down my throat, a wretched snake. Die like a dog. Be quiet, quiet, don't scream, she must not hear you.
The corridor was completely dark, except for the sliver of faint light coming from the room of sobs. I passed by it. I glimpsed from behind, through the murky tears, her somewhat chubby and petite silhouette. My head was spinning, I coughed, spat something slimy, but I didn't care, I struggled towards the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror and saw only a poor idiot looking for a shred of compassion. The reflection hinted at a sinister and pained smile. The face was pink and round like a moon, a scarred, frightened, and distraught moon, the mouth a river of bright red, the eyes two gray puddles forgotten by God.
Sound of shattered glass. A moment of cold cacophony and glittering tinkling.
Some gasping. Then everything faded to black.
That night, that damned night, I wanted everything to end. To never look anyone in the face again, neither pain, nor myself. Neither pain, nor myself.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Pink Moon (02:06)
I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon...
02 Place to Be (02:43)
When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
And I was strong, strong inside
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you
03 Road (02:02)
You can say the sun is shining if you really want to
I can see the moon and it seems so clear
You can take the road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
You can take a road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
06 Things Behind the Sun (03:57)
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise.
Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.
Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.
08 Parasite (03:36)
When lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down like him.
Seeing the light in a station bar and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
a sign of the times today.
Hearing no bell from a steeple tall
people all in dismay.
Falling so far on a silver spoon
making the moon for fun.
Changing a robe for a size to small
people all get hung.
Take a look you might see me coming through,
for I am the parasite who travels two by two.
Lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down again.
Seeing the light in a station bar
and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Take a look you might see me in the dirt,
for I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.
10 Harvest Breed (01:37)
Falling fast and falling free you look to find a friend
Falling fast and falling free this could just be the end
Falling fast you stoop to touch and kiss the flowers that bend
And you're ready now
For the harvest breed
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