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lyrics
When I got back from the dust
It felt like my body swelled and my head shrunk
The scent is subtle but I can smell it distinctly
The dry stench of the desert stays with me
Like a car whose guts broke and sprung a leak
And left the road black and shiny and sleek
With oil and sludge and the stink of the week
My heart feels slicker than that and yet more weak
When I got back from the dust it sounded like this:
Back from the dust and a business meeting like:
Back from the dust and it sounded like:
Back from the dust:
I often dream that the world is an out of the way town
The doors are unlocked and the shades are never pulled down
Slipped my life into a desert gown
I am so lost and you are so found
Is that my slit throat singing?
Is that my cancer blooming?
Is that my first life spinning?
Is that my slit throat singing?
I cover it up with a laugh or two
While my true intentions I do not show
And I’m driven to insanity by the things I do not know
I’m a flesh rebel singing onward singing fuck me into the black horizon singing
Nice dress nice blouse open wound singing
I try my best to keep my head
Try my best to keep my mind but it’s no use
Didn’t you see the news today?
Airfields bombed and we celebrate
I always think my comfort is here to stay but
We’ll all blink and then we’ll melt away
I was staring at the window just counting stones
Praying that God would leave me alone
Awake all night but clinging to hope
In spite of the good at the end of your rope
Is that my mansion burning?
Is that my stomach turning?
Is that my death sense tingling?
Is that my slit throat singing?
Is that my slit throat singing?
Is that my cancer blooming?
Is that my first life spinning?
Is that my slit throat singing?
supported by 4 fans who also own “Instantly Black the Goodness”
This is fucking incredible. Abrasive, all the good bits from early-mid 2000s punk without the self-indulgent whinery. This needs to be in your collection NOW. Carthage