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Lie, sentry bird, lie
Lore
Lie, sentry bird, lie
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heel and toe
while the rest are dying
divided in the blue of the eye
you send them to defend their first denial
divided in the the blue of the eye
Blue of the eye
Requited
all the same we die
divided in the blue of the eye
you send them to light their first fire
everyday we’re less admired
everyday we’re less admired
only divide in the blue of the eye
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CAUSA PRIMA
02:31
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I am your fine
and serpentine
a severe pledge
but will this guilt outlast us
forlorn cause prima i will make you bleed
forlorn cause prima i will make you bleed
for me
causa prima
the image dies
in nature’s drive
they’re aiming back at you
but will your guilt outlast us
forlorn cause prima i will make you bleed
forlorn cause prima i will make you bleed
for me
will this guilt outlast us
forlorn, forlorn, causa prima?
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Bound to it
your skin drowning into the light of white
bound to it
failure closed in on every side of time
the night was still fading i took the last blue line home
so you can let go in kind, so you can let go in kind
the night was still fading i took the last blue line home
so you can let go in kind, so you can let go in kind
Requiem
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POINSETTIAS
06:03
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Only the city lies
poinsettias on every side
in your mind, in your mind’s eye
poinsettias on every side
unwritten on the soul
calling to the sun
sun
calling to the sun
like a rose, poisoned petal
like a rolling stone
like a knife on a tether, on a rolling stone
in your mind, in your mind’s eye, poinsettias on every side
unwritten on the soul
calling to the sun
sun
calling to the sun
Only the city lies
been trying to reach you
poinsettias on every side
been trying to reach you
in your mind, in your mind’s eye
been trying to reach you
poinsettias on every side
been trying to reach you
unwritten on the soul
calling to the sun
unwritten on the soul
calling to the sun
been trying to reach you
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They tried to burn, stone and hang me
a curse and a hunger
you stand as tall as the pride in your name
though it’s done they will find you
in the stillness of fire that burns
all your nights spent in the core
in the stillness of fire that burns
all your nights spent in the core of the world
I’m blinded by the joke
i’m blinded by the joke
one false hope
I’m blinded by the joke
and it’s always in this role
assembly of salvaging trust draws me
another rambling night alone
on another road that never leads home
cast out back into you
in the stillness of fire that burns
all your nights spent in the core
in the stillness of fire that burns
all your nights spent in the core of the world
I’m blinded by the joke
i’m blinded by the joke
one false hope
I’m blinded by the joke
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Coarse soil scarred across your hands
its in you
the body is your land
without a sound
without a sound
idle, as you let them fight
come dry, the lost end will lie
love to where there is no pyre
the gardener
dry eyes
rising with the sand
the forest’s cold, nature’s given right
the beauty in the split of one is not what you believe
or what you pine
the gardener
see it grow
long after you let it burn
you let it burn
Coarse soil scarred across your hands
the forest’s cold, nature’s given right
the beauty in the split of one is not what you believe
or what you pine
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GHIRLANDINA
03:20
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Scrape off the sides
scrape off the white walls
your man, the lord christ’s inside
Modena Cathedral
breath Ghirlandina
breath Ghirlandina
into you
into you
into you
cut the divine
10 lira lines of white
your man, the lord’s inside
Modena Cathedral
breath Ghirlandina
breath Ghirlandina
into you
into you
into you
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Light the other side
let me go untied, untied
libidinal
untied
light the other side
to those eyes i do it
moan and disguise spit
coda
it’s where i reside in broken glass
there is no other side
my life’s still scar-lit
there is no other side to this
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As we dream our lives away
ill lay in the waste
of your sentiment
and i wonder
is that your about face for those days
and are you losing faith in that one
your contrarian love
your contrarian love
contrary spirit son
contrary spirit son
contrary spirit love
and will eyes of brown
still turn green when the morning comes around
piercing feathers to our mouths
so as not to speak
blackened waters
cast a mirror in the dark for our stars
but are you losing faith
in that northern star
your contrarian heart
your contrarian heart
contrary spirit, son
contrary spirit, son
contrary spirit love
you rise in a gilded room
but maybe you’ve stopped your suffering too soon
you lie with a haxan moon
come on come on come and erase me
you rise in a gilded room
but maybe you’ve stopped your suffering too soon
you lie with a haxan moon
come on come on come and disgrace me
you rise in a gilded room
but maybe you’ve stopped your suffering too soon
you lie with a haxan moon
come on come on come and embrace me
contrary spirit, son
contrary spirit, son
contrary spirit love
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Married to the idea to be free
still chained to it like a dog to a wall
a page turns to change it all
the ghost in this house has grown to old to haunt
this goes on over and over
did you make it pass the borderline
did the sliver come out, dear
from this heart of mine
counting stairs
to the baphomet’s care
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
oh I’m a bound-eyed mare
and I’m galloping scared
now that were on the other side of love
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
buried embers at your wake
a caterwaul from behind your psalm
i heard a breath but it’s too late
i’ll give back all the love I take
this goes on over and over
did you make it pass the borderline
did the sliver come out, dear
from this heart of mine
counting stairs
to the baphomet’s care
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
oh I’m a bound-eyed mare
and I’m galloping scared
now that were on the other side of love
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
I’m gonna keep the dirt in my hair
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A.S. Matthews Toronto, Ontario
Andrew Sinclair Matthews is a Toronto musician who also performs in WHIMM, God's Mom and Dime Lifters
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