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Holy Commotion
05:29
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I've been singing your praises with hell fire on my tongue
Always been the choir girl with lust in her eyes
Holy cloth at my ankles quite the clever disguise
I know who you are
Who cast my fear upon the wall
whose wisened monks acquainted me with a desire to die
My god my god my god
you are the god the god the god
who made the wind the wind the wind
that made the storm the storm the storm
that wrecked my sales.
My god my god my god
you are the god the god the god
who made the man the man the man
who told the lie the lie the lie
that tore me up inside
Incense chokes the choir
Incense chokes the choir
Panic echoes down the isle
Panic echoes down the isle
And I’m gone
And I’m gone
Ave Maria gratia plena
dominus tecum
fructus ventris tui
Amen
I know who you are
Who cast my fear upon the wall
Whose wisened monks acquainted me with a desire to die
Incense chokes the choir
Incense chokes the choir
Panic echoes down the isle
Panic echoes down the isle
And I’m gone
And I’m gone
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2. |
For Fear Itself Pt. 2
02:44
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I was raised to fear all men
so I grew to love them men I should fear
Now,
-alone in the bathroom-
hurting, crying, regretting
I'm scraping the filth from my skin with my eyes in the mirror
I'm digging for memories and finding more dirt
If my fear had eyes to track its source it would be beaten black and blue
It would suffer blow after blow to the back of its head at every turn
I'm thinking about the man who makes me shake in my skin
and turns my shoulders into lead
I'm thinking about the love I feel
-the dirt and the hurt and the regret-
I keep digging and digging but you my love
-my fear itself-
are the only thing I will not forget
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3. |
Dirty Feathers
02:52
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I can't help but love those poor little things
with their dirty feathers and their weakened wings
I can't help but love those terible things
they'll peck you in they eye and they'll lie and they'll lie to you
and i try to pick them up
with sticks and a bundle of string
they'll ruffle their feathers and flap their wretched wings
then they'll fall to the ether and never be heard of again
then they'll fall to the ether and never be heard of again
well I may be a woman with my feet flat to the floor
i may be a woman but i ain't nothing more
I try to keep my head up
try to hold onto my pride
but my eyes they are searching
and my hands they are reaching out
and my heart it is yearning
yearning for the those terrible terrible wretched little things
yearning for those terrible terrible lying things
I can't help but love those poor little things,
with their dirty feathers and their weakened wings
I can't help but love those terrible things,
they'll peck you in they eye and they'll lie and they'll lie to you
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4. |
Half-Light
03:38
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I've shrunken into my shadow again
I'm pacing a dirt drenched and dripping rag of a city,
reciting dreams like rhymes for you.
I am humbled now
I am humbled now
you humble me
you humble me
so I shape light with my hands
it comforts me
comfort me
in this city,
I will cast the dim and the dark cloths of night,
I'll shape the light
and the half-light
I'll pave the streets with embroidered cloths inwrought with silver light,
I'll spread these cloths under your feet,
so you may cross so gently over me.
I'll shape the light
and the half light
I am humbled now
I am humbled now
you humble me
you humble me
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