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Oh my lover, my god, is that you?
Are all the words you told me last night true?
You’re love for me is the murdering kind
looking for to kill all it can find.
You make me suffer like nobody else—
you make it hard for me to love myself the way I love you.
Why must I love you?
Why must I crave it?
Why must I touch your body?
Why must I break it?
You’ve got the eyes of the devil and the whore.
And that just makes me want you more.
You make me suffer like nobody can—
you make it hard for me to know what it means to be a man.
You make me suffer, you make me sweat,
you make me shout for god, you make me confess,
you make me suffer, you make me cruel,
you make me do the bad things no good man should ever, ever do.
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Love Like Lies
05:32
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It wasn’t all the hard living finally did you down.
It wasn’t all the hard drugs that turned your head around.
It was all the stupid words you spoke pretending they were true.
It was all the plans you laid out large not knowing what to do.
If running to the left stops you running to the right,
at least you’re running straight, man, you know that’s half the fight.
And if running to yourself is your plan of last defense,
then running to yourself, boy, just might save you yet.
Forgive my body, it’s breaking.
Forgive me my hands, they’re shaking.
Forgive all those words you love like lies.
The nights are getting hard for me, it’s hard to still my mind.
I’m always thinking ugly thoughts, I’m always shooting wide.
And sleeping when I should be wild and grabbing for a piece
of every god-damned waking hour the good lord gave to me.
For the first time in a long time, man, I got down on my knees
and raised a fist toward the sky and shook it in the breeze
and caught some empty air and opened my hands to set it free
‘cause nothing’s worth much praying for if it’s never to be seen.
Forgive my body, it’s breaking.
Forgive me my hands, they’re shaking.
Forgive all those words you love like lies.
Please forgive my bones, they’re breaking.
Forgive me my soul, it’s waking.
Please forgive my love, I love like lies.
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I’m going to crawl outside.
I’m going to stay in bed.
I’m going to grow my hair long.
I’m going to shave my head.
I’m going to go meet Jesus.
I’m going to wash my hands.
I’m going to see that son of something.
I’m going to put that myth to rest.
I cross myself to show you it ain’t got no meaning.
I fall right back to show you it means everything.
But that’s just life, being in the lap of being mine.
I’m going to kill myself.
I’m going to kill that thought.
I’m going to live a thousand years,
man, not going to make it till tomorrow.
I’m going to go meet Jesus.
I’m going to speak my mind.
I’m going to tell him how to act.
I’m going to tell him not to come back.
I close my mind, it ain’t got no meaning.
I blow my lines like it means everything.
But that’s just fine, being in the lap of being mine.
I’m going to fire my maid.
I’m going to clean myself.
I’m going to meet my dealer.
I’m going to mind my health.
I’m going to go meet Jesus.
I’m going to shut my mouth.
I’m going to sing my last song.
I’m going to shout out loud.
I’m going to go meet Jesus.
I’m going to go meet ma.
I’m going to go meet Jesus.
I’m going to go meet god.
I close my mind, it ain’t got no meaning.
I blow my lines like it means everything.
But that’s just fine, being in the lap of being—
That’s alright, it’s being in the lap of being mine.
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There is something quite unusual held captive in our captive souls been crushed between the teeth of a god that’s got no use for us and there is no mercy in this town there is no mercy in this town.
The wicked thoughts go through my head.
There’s something selling on that street that gives them what they do not need and it don’t surprise me all the lies that can be hid in the belly of a man but there is no mercy in that sound there is no mercy in that sound.
The wicked thoughts go through my head.
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Hymn
04:20
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Oh my lord my maker
wherefore art have you gone?
Left us here with no path and no plan—
left us on the run.
Oh my lord my breaker
look at all that you’ve done—
every prayer that we offer’s for naught,
every promise undone.
Oh my lord my savior
don’t come saving me yet.
I will offer to curse up your name—
that’s the best you get.
Oh my friend my brother
come with me to the end.
There’s a place where we sinners can rest—
there’s a place we can sin.
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Dead Heart Bloom New York, New York
Dead Heart Bloom is the band formed by Boris Skalsky following the dissolution of his previous group, the Washington, DC- based Phaser quickly joined by guitarist Paul Wood. Since then, the Dead Heart Bloom live lineup has continued to evolve and includes former Longwave drummer Jason Molina. ... more
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