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... Lyrics ...
These lyrics serve the purpose of a framework, over which additions and variations may be improvised. As such, these lyrics are subject to change / mutation at any given time.
By Chris Worden
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You
Wear me like a ribbon
Flung in every direction
I wear you tight,
Tight around my throat
Or painted on the back of my hand
On this much, we agree
Now
Let's make a wound
You
Claim my face is in every wall and window
I claim your face is in every shadow
I will not strike a match
On this much, we see eye to eye
Now
Let's make a wound
You hear my voice in yours and I,
I just hear your voice
On this much, we listen to the same tune
Now
Let's make a wound
Wear it well, see it everywhere, and listen to it
night and day
Let's make a wound
Wet and glistening
Wet and shivering
Let's give it wings and make it sacred... Holy.
Let's make it freeze,
And turn fast into gold.
July 2002
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Perhaps we'll swallow each other whole
But don't tell me that, don't stand there in the river
and tell me that
I'm wearing the chains, though I am truly tempted
You can't yell from the waters: "Perhaps we'll swallow
each other whole!"
And then watch those waters run thick and fast
You can't tell me that,
Dear, not even that water will wash away these chains
Yes, truly, I am tempted
Tempted by your wet eyes, your wet laugh
Your wet thighs, and all points within or without that
Holy Trinity
Truly, I am tempted
For once, I cannot tell a lie
It's likely that we'll swallow each other whole
I can see it now: the movements of our gnashing teeth
Our supplications
Our cries!
Our little patch of heaven
Worked out in our form, worked out to our own design
(Two walls, four limbs apiece)
June 2002
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Your mirror's going to weep
I know, and never again
Never again
Will your walls stand tall
Will your sky catch fire
Never again will your soul and eyes smile
Your mirror is going to weep
I made you seven promises
Seven lucky promises
But each one is a broken mirror, or a broken bone
Yes. No.
They will never knit... they blew out like glass
I can't bear it, and...
You can't bear it
So keep me in the cold
Keep me in the cold, dark and damp
Where my wandering hooks can't bite into you
Your mirror is going to weep
When it sees what I've done to you
So... put up the sandbags,
Put up your barriers
Now here comes the flood
You will not... no, never again... never again
Will your arms follow me blindly
Not again
Never again
Now that your mirror's going to weep
May 2002
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Maybe if it whispered sweetly in our ears
Then it could be clean
We could be clean
Maybe if it didn't slither under my skin
Then you would be mine
It'd be mine
Maybe then it would have me in knots
Make me think of it, sleep on it, dream of it, lust
for it, scream for it
I will
I will, I promise I will
I will give it what it wants (even when it wants what
I can't have)
I promise I will let it out on its own
Maybe then it would learn
Maybe then I would learn
This can't be more than the beginning
Of something riotous, remote, writhing
Something needful, something that sings for its
punishment
Something beautiful
Something to love!
This can't be more than the beginning of something
lively, something deadly
This can't be more than the end
April 2002
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Build me a halo
Make your heart beat for me
Like mine beats for you
Make your heart beat for me
Raise me out of the mud
Make me divine
Make the wires hiss for me
Make the lights burn for me
Like they burn for you
On the road, like heat lightning in the clouds
Raise me through the clouds
Make your heart beat for me
Make the cameras watch for me
The way they watch for you
Make them question me
Like they question you
Make me a suspect
Make your heart beat for me
Make your eyes weep for me
Raise me out of the mud
Don't let them see me
Don't let them see us
Make me divine
Make your heart beat for me
Build me a halo
February 2002
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It'll be divine
Empty heart
I'm going to reach inside... I'm going to reach inside
It'll be divine
Empty heart
I'm coming to your door
I'm coming to your door
Hear the sounds of delight?
Hear them swirling up against the night?
I'm bleeding
I'm crawling to your door
I'm bleeding something fierce
Oh, so sick at the sight of blood, so stiff at the
sight of blood, and bleeding
Bleeding, bleeding
Empty heart
Hear the sounds of delight?
I've got a key
And I'll kick if I have to
You little peddler of need
Let's see what you have for me now
My mistake, my misprint, my mistress
My empty heart
My mishap, my misplaced misfit
You know I'd never take anything from you
You know I'll never take anything from you
Without putting something at least twice as bad back
in its place
Hear the sounds of delight?
But you're going to love this!
Let's see how you love -
Let's see how you love this one!
You peddler of need, you pillar of need, you peddler
of need
You empty heart
What could be worse then nothing?
Now love me!
Love me, love me!
It's hideous, empty heart
Now love me
October 2001
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copyright 2002, Chris Worden
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