Drunk on Lines of Swollen Time

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also if you would like some lyrics, I wrote a few pages today.

just picking out couplets can work really well; it helps to have some form to give your vocal melody… form.

about three quarters of these lyrics are new today.

I was in the white noise of your desire

And you were in a dress made out of fire

I say I can find the arch of time
And Answer the riddles locked in your spine

But What was it you lost, what did you have then?

Why do you miss what has been made dead

Because we are with each other and my hand is in your hand

and we are what we are is everything if I am

can I have the hand that is held

the line that is mended the tear that is sewn

Please don’t be afraid I am too afraid for you to be afraid

We are everything together when the rest have gone home

we are the ones

who are left at the end of the day

You are my gift

We are nothing like what we were

It curls my lips and prickles my skin

We are the breach in the siege

of midnight’s children

This isn’t a game of lust and madness

But I swear on my soul I will hold you the hardest

And one day we will rest

one day…

I trust you I trust you I trust you I trust you

I give you a storm and a blood knotted heart

I trust you I trust you I believe you I do

You know I bleed white if we’re apart

I give you this credence it’s what I want

to do I believe you I know what you have been

for how long and to who

I trust you I do I trust you i trust you

I spilled the ice-cream on your purple dress

Because you held me as I raved and cried and lied and

And I wish it was to you that I had confessed

I fade from you; Each day I am raw and

I never say a word

Inside me where I want to be there is less and less and

I fade away I gasp and panic; I’m drowning

I am drowning

in your room I drown

I can’t get my breath I can’t get my breath back,

I am the avatar of distress

We were music, music made of the flesh

I recoil into you I become a frightened thing

So tired.

The blood in my body collects in my chest

So tired

I can’t breathe oh help me I am lost

I am so afraid all of the time

It curls my lips and skin I have become him

The avatar of distress

Then we eat from each other’s bodies

We tell each other lonely stories

And maybe I made toast for you again

Lips curled and red like paper in flames.

And we are boiling over inside each other

You say that patience is just a kind of sadness

Teeth and lust but you’re going home to her.

We’re alone and together and the world is mine in my mind

I’ll never die I’ll give you anything everything I’ll

steal anything take it break anyone less

You are my own and my hands are tight and creaking and

You are my own you are my fire my freedom my pyre

I am drunk with stolen time

No time to write or curl my fingers around you.

My dancing girl with dirty hands and lace.

Drunk with stolen time

I’ll meet you I can see you I can know you in the dark

I will hold your hand and believe you

if you still want me to

in bullet park

in bullet park.

I’m in love with the fall, the vacuum you are

When the exile is sung and the stones all decay

In a heart of red glass under the stars

I see you in a mirror made out of days

In a puzzle of smoke sex and dismay

I know I can never make you stay


I lost it all the day the year I have lost the day that we met

The day we danced on top of the old man’s kitchenette

And then we pushed our faces into the grass

I was in the small town of your palms

You lay on the couch and smoked a cigarette

A flower sticks to your skin

And I am so brave I am a living man I can see what I see

I’m a loser a liar a gibbous moon a madman a freak

But now I am the bravest I have ever been could ever be

And so softly, so gently, I give you my best and I am hope I am wonder I am something

I am someone I am anything not me I am everything not me

So gently so softly and you let me you let me you let me

And I press my lips to your skin; I kiss your cheek

My cold hand in yours

I am alive.

I can take what radiates from my chest

and I am not afraid of hate or the slow things that grind in my mind

With density and shifting and creaking and weight

You make me live

I am a thing a something. I am a creature

Not someone maybe but something

I have hands that are held

And whiskers that I trim from my chin and I am alive

I am drunk on the sweet lines of stolen time

and I am a man.

I am alive.

I am a man.

This moment is enough for my life.

I was in the small town of your palms

And then we pushed our faces into the grass

You lay on the couch and smoked a cigarette

I tell you I found you in a hail of roses

There are things that I want there is so much I am not

What I never was and you never were

I beg you I am a twist of dry rotting cloth

I hear them they laugh and they hurt me and had you and knew your caress

and you gave to them the deep soft wonder of your flesh

they tell me they show me they say it was easy but I can’t

I am the broken nails of the woman who stands at the pier

I am her want her loss the faded black dye in her dress

I am the coward I shake and I lie and have nothing but want

behind the broken hill under the bridge in the dark

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