the black hand

vox emily, guitar steven, keys gabriel..>..>..> ..> ..>..>..>..>

here lies someone sleeping in the park who never came to hear lies promised, quiet in the dark which never came true shot rang out in the harbor of a stormy port pulled him out by the collar on the rocky shore hands as black as midnight sky hands as black as midnight sky and i'm waiting for the call and you'll never know waiting for the call and you'll never know an interesting arrangement estrangement - and you'll never know now the silence settles in a room which once contained two the smoke has cleared now and I find my thoughts come drifting back to you in the night, in the shadows a decision made then in flight from the gallows to the seductive shade hands as black as midnight sky hands as black as midnight sky and i'm waiting for the call and you'll never know waiting for the call and you'll never know an interesting arrangement estrangement - and you'll never know

conspiracy theory

labelle aurore

vox emily, guitar alan, keys gabriel, bass & drums steven..>..>..>..> ..> ..>..>..>..>..>

on the letter well engraved i'm amazed at what i've saved waited at the station door with the promise of a girl a labelle aurore waited in the heavy rain for some sahara tea after the southeast train at the end of the saloon alone I stand, but we sleep below the desert moon on a locket on a shelf is a picture of myself beside a figurine that I bought for you at the station mezzanine it had a quality, forlorn like the promise of a girl a labelle aurore ...i'm going down, down, down

up the mountain

vox emily, guitar alan, keys gabriel, bass & drums steven..>..>..>..> ..> ..>..>..>..>..>

so long, i feel like i am falling so wrong, the final curtain calling don't want to go along with this don't want to lose on what you miss so long, i feel like i am falling   for so long, i've just been reeling like holding on while someone else is steering well it was there, what could i do? the chances of it far and few so long, i've had this silent feeling   ran up the mountain where you waited there for me the first snow descending and met it in-between you called my name i thought i understood another day? only if i could...   for so long since everyone abandoned so long i've had no leg to stand on i have to do this by myself or sit there and just watch it melt so long since everyone abandoned   ran up the mountain where you waited there for me the first snow descending and met it inbetween you called my name i thought i understood another day? only if i could...   so long, i feel like i am falling so wrong, the final curtain calling when it is simple by design when feelings feel like killing time so long, i feel like i am falling

no deposit, no return

vox Emily, guitar Alan, keys Steven, missing bass track God, abnormally slow tempo Xanex

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sitting pretty on a world you've made of straw worried that they're gonna trace your shadow on the wall disappear into thin air when an empty stare is the place where you were when you were there listen to the sound of the deluge pouring down it can't wash the taste of you out of my mouth disappear into thin air when an empty stare is the place where you were when you were there

last call for the night for me, the numbness yet to fade
alone i am, two in the van when contact first is made
last call out now panic screams memories and dreams
last call now for me it seems

this may be the end of everything you believe in

last call when i start to plead, "don't let it end like this"
laughter rings out through the trees, clinging to the morning mist
they step out of the shadows - its the last thing that i see
last call out it seems for me

this may be the end of everything you believe in

last call, this the final random consequence
(or perhaps an orchestrated series of events)
it doesn't matter when there is no one to hear the screams
last call out for me it seems

this may be the end of everything you believe in
this may be the end of everything you believe in

gas lit opera house
quarter after three
descends upon the vagrants,
finally.
where applause once rang out
enveloped catacombs
when i walked alone
when i walked alone

now there's cracks in the ceiling
the facade becomes dust
and whisked away, feeling
unimpervious.
i played the lonely salesman
back by popular demand
before i returned here again
my final greatest stand

my nights i agonized about
the fickle audience
but now the lights are all out*
my body's here in my absence

*bundle tight
there's a draft in here
coming from right... there
coming from about right there
coming from about...
never mind,
i just checked out

progress
measured
in broken ribs

time
kept
by the scars on your head

forward
motion
in a sooty, dirty cough

slowly
growing
until you're burned off

bandage
bondage
drills
pills
and acid

torture...?

or modern medicine?

the letter that I wrote you
turns quickly into ash
the sweater and the coat you
discarded in the trash
the frame beside your bed
that holds his image once held me
and here I once held you instead
of holding on to a memory

I suppose
there is two kind of kills
and the pictures of us
may as well be
snuff films