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The year of the ox, fortune coming my way
asleep in the yard, a dead horse lying in the hay
tell me I've been a pitiful young man
a razor in the sand
swelling hands and bellies, I wonder where they're at.
From what I'd heard you were invincible
you were almost mythical
but I couldn't follow you down anymore.
Leave, not just for the thrill but for everything I have become
what lesson is left to learn, I have given up on medicine
I'm the screw in your thumb, the middlest son you keep away from
following trails of crumbs
and leads I would never catch
believe me when I say I'm not coming back.
The year of the ox, pruning vines by the gate
a promising start, nothing important happened today
but luckily there's something more for me out there
a war cry in the air
swearing into my sleeve, the life I want is rare.
To do what I must ain't impossible
just a bit unthinkable
how high the water rose was biblical but I went through
with seaweed around my ankles, I pressed forward wringing my hands
releasing a dove in shackles, I hopelessly look for dry land
I fight with each drop of blood but it isn't enough
defining something within
there's a light when it all goes black
a seed in the cactus patch
I don't know if it roped me in for a reason
watch the world turn from the lighthouse on the deck
listen for the voice I heard in that prison that night
listen for the sudden snap of my backbone and try
to feel your heart in indecision
feel your heart go bad.
Follow the trail of crumbs
it steers down the railroad tracks
it leads to an escape hatch
believe me when I say I'm not coming back.
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The Old Adam
03:42
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Roost out in the open sun
with two packs of lights and a baseball glove
stirring awake when the capgun pops.
I knew we could never be
I knew I would change if you just let me
but if I become a total stranger
rebuke my nature
the old Adam within.
Smoking in an Astrovan
I just don't believe that your god's a man
but what do I know, I haven't seen him
how could I know what it feels like
behind your bastion, high on your white stallion
circle the wagons when you hear I'm coming through,
up in your mansion, drinking a Manhattan
hold it with both hands like you're running with a bomb.
Now the bloom is of the rose
this bull has seen his share of rodeos
it just isn't fun anymore.
I upset the applecart,
I laughed in our face with a lit cigar
if I revive my old behavior
call me a traitor
but once you give a dog a bad name, you hang him
you skin him, head to toe.
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Blood Oath
04:08
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I don't know why it occurred to you
halfway to Pigeon River
but you're outta the door
with the champagne and cloves
saying "Think about things in a civilized manner."
As a stray, I ambled in indifference like a lost old man
a blood oath of the highest order!
The pestle and the mortar,
there are two sides of the street.
It's been wild, eating cantaloupes
driving limousines, making rent
I'm alive again, I feel everything becoming clear
as if I exhaled
and I could not go back to breathing in the same way.
When you're awake you're afraid it's true
but there is hope in the silence
live the rest of your life leaving first every time
before you have to prove that there is love through the fighting.
In a pilgrimage
sent into the haunting Tennessee mid-summer
I ran from you like a rolling quarter
I measured every corner and planted every bean.
Something grew there, something grows!
Paint in red jasper, man-o'-wars
you won't be a part of something that you cannot control
nor will I be anymore
maybe I drew the line
in the thick brown sand that grew to define you.
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Buffalo Jumps
04:02
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I confess, I was careless then
I remember jumping the turnstiles
I remember Maryland.
I'm sorry that I had my doubts
it's inside-out
everything I did to you reeked of alcohol.
Still asleep in your car
leave before the alarm
before the excitement,
plan your route wisely.
The lights were on, I ambled along
eating bread and wondering how long I could keep up the con
someone should have told me here to draw the line
someone should have raised their sneaking suspicions earlier.
Love me more than your hands
your favorite acre of land
the more you keep digging the older the dirt is.
It takes too much now to calm me down
some roadside family new coming out
straight from the horses mouth
driving the both of us South
away from Sodom, I'm not looking back.
away from all this, I'm not going back.
Turn this pumpkin black, stab me in the back
and lapse, but within reason, in trance
the entrance is a flashback through the looking glass
Death herself in skintight pants, bumming a smoke
I was different back then
I was guarding a flame that I new would go out soon
all for the illusion.
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Yemanja
03:50
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I knew you had taken a form
I stuck to my nature like a dog burying bones
shine a lamp my way just to show you're home
the light divides, that moon hangs so low.
It was nothing new, keeping watch for you
pushing chairs against the door
to keep out who comes running after,
reason has got me this far
searching for the truth in a teacup
your Hail Marys rain on down to city hall
in the flesh, my Lord
break them hard, my bones
keep them angry at me and fill the house with salt
leave here running, don't look back to watch
is it even now?
You felt nothing at all the entire time.
I thought the finale would be late
I didn't have time to prepare for it
yet I know you will deserve what you're going to get
and I hope it hurts at the very end.
Winter came through and left a stretch of land
looking sullen from the weight it carries on its back
like a gurney, holding hopelessly by such an awful state
worry what the length of time will do to my face
a mantra holds your head by the horns
shake your young white body like it's draped in sand
kiss the business men inside that black sedan
let it go downhill
just like a boxcar racing towards the flag
into the depths below.
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The Gordian Knot
02:55
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Eli in a gravel dance
and no lights in the tunnel
you're holding your breath
I fear that you'll rely on me
when we both turn blue
and only now
is all this worth reconsidering
you won't fool me
I'll bury you, I will bury you.
Here, you're the same as me
running frightened through knee-high stalks of sugar cane
I guard my mouth with a white handkerchief
into the gas in French-tied bandages
this is how you choose to remember it
Kill the hostages
sever the knot with a cutlass
I used to be the straw house that you would blow over
only now I am a strong-arm dissenter
you're a hatchet and I'll bury you
I will bury you.
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Warpath
04:05
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Fleeing the gulf with one good hand
caskets above ground, a reminder
your eyes in the rearview, what do they say
"I'm disappointed again."
This summer was a fruit fly
and you were all the oranges
but it spoiled me before you
sucking us dry.
I could have become you, I could have stayed
but I was on a warpath, I was a hurricane
with one open eye, I crashed through the place
and turned to nothing by St. Louis,
half of the time
I was pulled in by your gravity
I was hoping you would leave me
half of the time.
Call me a deserter, call me a snake
call me all the things you thought I'd never be again
leaving the gulf with nothing said
only "All this shit for nothing."
Half of the time
you were looking for the mystery
I was hoping you would leave me
half of the time.
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Ravenser Odd
04:00
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Remain unmoving and I will storm through
open all of your windows and I will watch you
set your elbows atop the sill, almost angrily
and rub baby woodrose on your tongue.
Out of good and evil, you stood firm in neither
you believed this fever would start to go to your head
the flags are now wet and all the leaves are now dead
the wind doesn't live inside me anymore
not enough to say
if the power goes out
find a way through the shadow of doubt
stay calm.
The phone will ring and it will be disappointing
if you need somewhere to go, I've got connections in the city
if you need to disappear, let me go with you
there is nothing tying me to here.
Far removed and seething, despair eating
my fine head of hair, the will to stand on my feet
I'm barely a human now, you won't recognize me
for once I'm in control
but to live as if we have free will
is to dream with our eyes open still
wake up.
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The Deluge
04:41
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I know where you're coming from
I have been there before myself
caught up in an apple tree without a pail
polluting its guts
I fancied all the little things
the cubic length, the number of the Hare.
Take me in your agony
he reckoning, the day that you get well
baby's got a lucky streak and your hair
I hid the inconsistencies
I wondered if you knew
you don't get a name like that without a few.
The Zero is a prostitute
I use it like a body should be used
I dabbled in its alchemy to hear from you.
And nearly drowned in the deluge
but held on to my head
there was nothing I could do to save the rest
In a room like this I bottomed out
I tried to find an engine to revive
in this crucible, I should have died.
Lorena in a bathing suit
the game's afoot, a lust still withering
a bad dream in an empty bed
I felt something take hold of me
a pulse within the belly of the beast
I don't need your empathy or your charity,
by morning you're gone, I unplugged the alarm
no love in a heart, fleshed pulled apart
you were on your white horse, whisked away.
Maybe you were dying here
and to go on would be lying to the friend's you had left
I could have been a sentinel or a tower surveilling you
but I couldn't do that
I was running out of time to put in words
the impression you have left on this year
you might shroud your legacy in secrecy
but your mad dream dies here.
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Old Masthead
01:56
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There is one way out.
Tear your hair from the base, by your ears
maybe the liar you had in your room
sits right here.
"Well damn you and all your friends
I was sick when you drove to your death
down at the bottom, the Holy Ocean."
The Gathering.
I have nothing left, though not by accident
I put all your words in a burning boat while the captain slept
I untied the rope and set this cell afloat
and groaned into the endlessness of infinite space.
All I dream of now
is a home, wild and proud
buried poor, in the ground
pay attention in your vast final moments.
Goodbye Old Masthead
Goodbye everything.
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