| Kill The House Lights - 2007 | |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, My Brother: The Failure
He’s dead drunk asleep on the side of the road (no one sees him)
or passed out on pills in a strangers room (she don’t know him)
don’t tell his sweetheart he’s not coming home.
ladies and gentlemen, this is my blood.
yeah, my brother’s eyes are the same color as mine.
nobody knows if i see it
when he says
“brother look at the shape i’m in,
you’ve got to help me out…”
or when he says
“there’s still time left to make amends:
you’re in my trust, you’re in my blood.
i just need a friend…
and i need fifty bucks to pay off some old debts (you can spare it)”
or, “cover for me while i sort out some shit (just this one time)”
he lies. when he opens his mouth,
the truth never comes out
but i believe it all
when my brother says
“oh have you seen the shape i’m in? its all because of you.”
and he says “don’t even try to make amends
you’re in my thoughts, you’re in my blood even in my dreams:
he sleeps though the night,
everything is alright and his teeth are all white and his face fits the type.
everything he says is true.
his girlfriend, she loves him too..
but his head starts to hurt and his tie isn’t straight..
he goes to work early and gets home so late,
lies down in his room (”go to bed she’ll be home soon”)
but he wakes with a start and she isnt in bed,
so he flies down the stairs past the guy from that band
(”was he wearing her perfume?”)
its all because of you when the mirror says,
“just look at the shape that you’re in,
i offer you no forgiveness not even
in dreams”
and the mirror says
“its far too late to make amends.
you’ve got nowhere left to run”
when the mirror breaks.
i know which side you’re on:
you sleep through the night, everything is alright
and your teeth are all white and your face fits the type.
everything you say is true.
nothings real
i know which side you’re on.
am i on the same side?
nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays dead breath from tv sets fill the empty houses with nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays theres a dead song on the audio tape, Voices on a String back and forth, up and down, all around at the bottom of the well, in the middle of the day back and forth, up and down, all around even when i’m alone i can tell you’re with me.
dead songs are drowning out
voices of compassion with a sigh. “alright?” alright.
deadlines are winding down.
fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time.
(no one hopes and no one dreams)
nothing matters when the dead songs play
(reject the death)
when all the color fades away the world is black and white.
a dead white light. its no surprise.
dead checks dead sex dead cigarettes
flood the ambulance in the dead of night. alright? alright.
(no one hopes and no one dreams)
nothing matters when the dead songs play
(reject the death)
when all the color fades away the world is black and white.
the strongest magnet couldn’t whipe away, singing “its alright” but its not alright.
then pin-pricks on the back of your neck
a little voice inside you says “when you hear dead songs dont sing along,
let it die: lift your small voices up and we’ll stitch these cries into a chior.
our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just cant divide, alright?
when the sun comes up, i can see that you’re not here
and the whole world stops but the wind up bird keeps winding up its spring…
and the days go by and you don’t come back
but i know you will becase theres something pulling both of us…
in and out of love and i’ve been holding on for so long
that i cant let you go.
even when we’re apart i can feel you next to me.
there’s a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string.
you’re the passing sunlight. stay with me don’t go away.
i can hear your voice cutting through the wire.
it’s the silver spark connecting us and pulling me.
in and out of love and ive been holding on for so long
that i cant let you go.
even when we’re apart i can feel you next to me.
there’s a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string.
there’s a hidden love connecting us
and i’m holding on by a string.
