We spilled out through the front door Into the blinding late light Sun reflected on the storefront windows Tremendously bright We were Norwegians come down from the north Attacking the walls of the fortress I was permanently at the point of exhaustion You were gorgeous Who's here-just us Nobody else around Stray electrical currents Trying to find the ground We haunted the walls of the pharmacy Artlessly shoplifting random things Painkillers, cough syrup, tiger balm Bubblegum, cigarettes, and shower curtain rings We were Portuguese warships cresting the waves Cannons raised ready to dock You were counting down the hours and the minutes I was trying to find a way of stopping the clock Who's here-just us Nobody else around Stray electrical currents Trying to find the ground
Godspeed to a wonderful Peter Hughes. While I am sad to have not seen the four goats live in what, I think, was one of the best iterations of the band's history, it's videos like yours that make it possible to trick my brain closer to that feeling of completeness
Amazing!!!! Big fan of this album since 2010. Today I realized I have lost the og CD. Felt really sad but this is the best wayback gift. Thank you, Peter! and thankyou Notasfarwest!
In the holding tank I built for myself it's feeding time And I start to feel afraid 'cause I'm the last one left in line The endless string of summer storms that BROUGHT me to today Began one afternoon with you long ago and faraway And someone leads the beast in on its chain But I know you're thinking of me 'cause it's just about to rain So I won't be afraid of anything ever again In the cell that holds my body back the door swings wide And I feel like someone's lost child as the guards lead me outside And if the clouds are gathering, it's just to point the way To an afternoon I spent with you when it rained all day And someone leads the beast in on its chain But I know you're thinking of me 'cause it's just about to rain So I won't be afraid of anything ever again
Sift through the things we had that seem worth fighting for Dig through the embers Seek out a witness to the times we used to share We doubt the pretenders Go and find you an Etruscan Reveal the hidden truth about the serpent's tooth Try not to get romantic Tell tales about white whales, way out in the Atlantic Go and find you an Etruscan Seek out his dwelling place, describe his face for the record Seek out the feral child, head out into the wild Send word when you get there I'll wait here day and night, hoping you'll be alright Sadly knowing better Go and find you an Etruscan Go and find you an Etruscan
I went down to the gas station For no particular reason Heard the screams from the high school It's football season Empty lot the station faces Will probably be there forever I climbed over the four foot fence I was trying to sever the tether Moon in the sky Cold as a stone Spend each night in your arms Always wake up alone I lay down in the weeds It was a real cold night I was happy 'til the overnight attendant Switched on the floodlight Walking home I was talking to you under my breath Saying things I would never say directly I heard a siren on the highway up ahead Kinda wished they'd come and get me Frost on the sidewalk White as a bone Tried to get close to you again Always wake up alone And as I was crossing our doorstep I hesitated just a moment there Remembered the day we moved in to our small house 'Til the vision got too vivid to bear You were almost asleep Halfway undressed I lay right down next to you held your head against my chest And a guy with any kind of courage would maybe stop to think the matter through Maybe hold your shoulders down and raise the question Instead of blindly holding onto you But we crank up the heat And you giggle and moan Spend all night in the company of ghosts Always wake up alone
Bag of sweet red licorice in my coat pocket Kate's phone number breaking up and blurring in my brain I have to find myself a doorway to rest in Up for three days smoking rock cocaine I got an idea to head down to Cable airport Maybe hijack a little two seat plane Maybe put the fear of God on my old friends down below Up for three days smoking rock cocaine I got five minutes sleep, it was an accident My eyes look like grapes, sticky and overripe I get the dates and times wrong all the time I'm too young to get the dates and times wrong Up for three days lips around the pipe I will come to see you it's inevitable Some wood may warp, but you probably can't change the grain I'm not who you think I am, the person you thought you knew is gone Up for three days smoking rock cocaine Up for three days smoking rock cocaine
It was 9 A.M. when the U-Haul came And I heard my momma call my name My daddy taught English at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo He was at work that day, it was time to go We were moving on I was five years old and my sister was three I was wondering what would likely become of me My sister looked sad and I tried to be strong It was hard just to get up and move along We were moving But by five in the afternoon we were gone And my stepfather welcomed me with open arms We walked (strolled?) right through that apartment door I had never lived in an apartment before And it was weird I'll probably never know what it was like that night For my dad, but I'd wager it was pretty bad My sister and me, we stayed up late Talking in the dark and not feeling so great We were moving out of our house Into somebody else's place Into a two-story apartment complex With a swing set and a sandbox in the middle of a parking lot And a laundry room with four glistening washing machines And two dryers Keep the home fires burning Keep the home fires burning Keep the home, home fires burning
He hit me right in the face I drove the Falcon up Towne Hung out in the library parking lot The swelling'll never go down Pint of Hiram Walker in the lining Of my father's old corduroy coat Big big plans hatching in my brain and a Big ugly lump in my throat I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball 'till I didn't want to kill anyone Polished off all my cheap whiskey And stepped out into the California sun Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me My thirst carried me up the coast Where it only got sharper, goddammit In a small room that got even smaller A block away from the Willamette There was nowhere I needed to go And nowhere I wanted to be And my window at 253 North Broadway looked out upon nothing And nothing looked right back at me I had a couple of things on my mind A couple of problems to think through And I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore Until there was nothing to drink to Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
Millennial here. Watching friends deal with life and health problems. I'm strong and there for them but it fucking hurts and is impossible to fight the tide of bad decisions and time. This song is a sanctuary.
WE SHALL ALL BE HEALED aka Rose Quarter Drifting Left home in a blur Arrived in the light Everything is going to be alright Came back to the place Where it all flared out Just to check if the reservoir Still bore the mark of the drought Up to 13th and Taylor, check my pulse You weren’t there, and neither was anybody else Stared down demons, came back breathing No real point in ever leaving Tracy and Ivory and Brad and me too We will see some great miracle before the night is through Slipped in through the entrance Stood in the hall Left my fingerprints on the elevator wall Went down to my old room Stood outside it a minute Wondering if parts of me Were still there in it Who can say it won’t be me You are gone now and I am free Wesley and Quinn and Devon and you We will all be fixed up as good as new And I stared at the number 10 on my old apartment’s door That’s one ghost that can’t bite me anymore And someday we will all feel at home in our new skin And someday we will never be alone again When the sun comes up and the night has passed We shall all be healed at last, at last, at last
Woke up in the 20s There were flappers and fruits in white suits It was right before the crash We got thrashed throughout the 30s Queuing up for soup in scabby sores And then they sent us off to war Came back in the 40s There were wheelchairs, guns, and ticker-tape We poured it on the floor and we made love through the interstate Got shiftless in the 50s Holding hands and going steady Twisting into the dark parts of big Midwestern cities Tripped right through the 60s with some blissful little hippie Some Kennedys got shot while you were screwing San Francisco And the 70s got heavy We woke up on bloody carpets Got tangled up in gaslines And I guess that's where it started And the 80s almost killed me Let's not recall them quite so fondly Some Kennedys O.D.'d while we watched on MTV In the 90s we were wired and well-connected Put it all down on technology and lost everything we invested We're gonna start out with a positive jam We're gonna start out with a positive jam I got bored when I didn't have a band So I called up Peter Hughes, man We're gonna start out with a positive jam And all the sniffling indie kids Hold steady All the clustered up clever kids Hold steady
Brave young cowboys Of the near north side Mount those bridge rails Ride all night Scream when captured Arch your back Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack Sapphire Trans-Am High beams in vain Drive wild broncos Down the plain Push up to the corner Where the turbines hiss Someday we won't remember this Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these vampires For what they've done to me Tie those horses To the post outside And let those glass doors Open wide And in their surface See two young, savage things Barely worth remembering Feast like pagans Never get enough Sleep like dead men Wake up like dead men And when the sun comes Try not to hate the light Someday we'll try to walk upright Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these bite marks Deep in my arteries Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these vampires For what they've done to me
Seeds came in the mail today from Holland And the language on the package is wonderful and strange All sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth In goodly colors gloriously arranged I circled the house and I scattered them around Let the water sink down into the soil Stared a long time at the residue Blood, milk and oil God the humidity is something ELSE AGAIN Our shirts are soaked clean through The house is throbbing and the heat keeps coming And I keep looking at you And then you're singing in Dutch to me And I recognize the song AND IT SOUNDS so old and so fragile And I haven't heard it in so long We may throw the windows open later But we are not as far west as you suppose we are Hot wind coming off the water Sky gone crazy with stars While we stay here we imagine we're alive AND... we see shadows on the walls There's something waiting for us in the hot, wet air Sweat, water and alcohol Just the old blood Rising up through the wooden floor again Just the old love Asking for more again
Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store
Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't hear us Deep in the night we dream of PROVISIONS.. There's a line for the phone in the hall And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken Most wars end in the fall You never know when your pet will go Pet politics Still wearing last night's mascara Now that her pet was gone for sure She was shivering so hard It looked like there were two of her I can see through the sleeve on her blouse The mute plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded up house An ink door that belonged to another When the rain hits you, it hits you slow Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Adam was not the first man Though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him Whose name we do not know He also lived DOWN in the garden But he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him And he died beneath these skies I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I suspect we could be losing now Please guard my bed Please guard my bed
Champagne bubbled up through the neck of the bottle And sweet sounds came out through the radio It was John Coltrane God damn it, I love John Coltrane You danced across the living room floor And you kissed me once and then you kissed me some more You had your arms around my neck and it felt real fine And then your ankle knocked up against mine And resonating in my bones The precise, crisp drumming of Mr. Elvin Jones God damn it, I love John Coltrane
I've never seen your eyes so wide I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied Elsewhere is your feast of love I know when long ago we agreed to keep it light So let's be merry one more night It's light enough to let it go Remember when the scenery started fading And I held you until you learned to walk on air So don't look down, the ground is gone There's no one waving anyway The smoky life is practiced everywhere So set your restless heart at ease Take a lesson from these autumn leaves They waste no time waiting for the snow Don't argue now, you'll be late There is nothing to investigate It's light enough to let it go Remember when the scenery started fading And I held you until you learned to walk on air So don't look down, the ground is gone there's no one waving anyway The smoky life is practiced everywhere Come on back if the moment lends You can look up all my very closest friends Light enough to let it go It's light enough to let it go
i wish i understood what all the songs before Emerging have to do with the organ harvesting bloodbath. Sudden Oak Death gives me chills every single time, but… how does the story connect? i love this album, but i wish i Got It.
Moon Colony Bloodbath is intentionally a concept album abandoned halfway through, with traces left kicking around. Interpretation and grasping at straws is part of the fun!
