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I am born a Lion wild,
My mother keeps me close.
Not glimpsing in her tawny child
the hurt the future knows.
As Lion, I am predator -
a beast of dread and death -
but Mother sees what mothers want,
She holds me to her breast.
I grow up, I grow my mane,
I grow my claws and teeth.
Other children learn my name,
they learn what's underneath.
From them I learn to be alone,
I learn to sink and see
I am born a Lion,
and a Lion I will be.
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(chorus:)
hear my monster's heavy hands,
hear the rumble of his pneumatic might,
hear an unwed thrust into the land, and
Bang. Bang. Bang.
hear the hammer in the night,
out in the open, and out in the rain,
gaia gives birth to a south bound train.
remember a childhood, remember a youth?
it was a warm spring, it was a hot one,
and he was asking with a shudder thud,
to gets into position and slips into the mud.
but love does he love you? love does he care?
it is his duty; it is a job.
at four o'clock he starts his opening theme,
a rabid incarnation of industrial regime.
we wouldn't call it music, but it's charming all the same,
it is seductive in its ca-
caphony, and it works well,
though she doesn't need the courtship, she's always in heat.
waiting with her chin up, waiting here and there for a suitor.
(chorus)
Voyeurageur, see the ripples on the pond,
Voyeurageur, see the going going getting on
bang out an orphan, with an orphanish pain
his parents fuss and fight and leave a lonely little train.
it's the same old tragic story, yes we've heard it all before,
these orga.....nisms reproduce and nothing more.
out in the sunshine, out in the open,
a tormented lack-of-love-child
is crying all alone.
Waiting for his passengers, waiting for his people
and here they are and they're angry, they say:
(chorus)
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William, will you come down, I see your cold hardened seed.
Face this punishing ground, I heard that you killed him too,
Don’t be scared of him now, I swear he will forgive you
You and me together taste this rain, this sexful weather.
Come outside, this earthly pleasure
Won’t last.
William, your story’s out now, and I think that we can assume,
You’ve been witness to how we found this so hard,
Come now tell us the truth, you heard it in us.
Chorus
This is not a gun, this is not a gun, this is not a gun, this is not a gun,
But do be careful.
William, will you come down, come here and give us a kiss
Don’t be scared of the sound, we know you loved it.
Come now tell us your truth, you’re hurting.
You and me together taste this rain, this sexful weather.
Come outside, this earthly pleasure
comes back.
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Starlyng, Starlyng,
Ocean Faring,
Bold and Daring.
Bold and Rugged,
Fears no contest,
foe, or fight,
Starlyng, Starlyng,
burning bright.
Come and find a place in the glow of the new world.
Common place in the west,
with Mislands and Mylands of Paradise.
The Ocean below underground.
Creature, Creature,
know your purpose.
Know your kin are
bound for conquest
Without rival
Without prayer,
Starlyng, Starlyng,
In the air.
Come and find a place in the glow of the new world.
Common place in the west,
with Mislands and Mylands of Paradise.
The Ocean below underground.
What if we separate and I get lonely and have a child and have another one and so on and so on for a thousand generations until my family inks out the sun, and the moon, and the sky?
will they be welcome and will I?
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Everytime I sing this song an old man somewhere wrings his hands in sad frustration,
will he never learn
His tarry lungs can’t feel the air, can’t taste his ashen solace, but he knows this fire,
He let it burn.
And so will I, once more.
A mother births a grateful child and hopes that he will learn to love his happiness,
or at least to say he’s tried.
But nature has her way with us, and my poor brother is
not immune to providence, he gives his hands away
it’s the same way we all have felt,
this poor petty pity of self.
The willing watch lust, so insatiable, teething on our pride forever
There’s the castle, There’s the King, and Look, He’s lost His Wedding Ring:
All the World will have to Suffer.
Search the Forest, Search the Grounds, Don’t let Them rest until It’s found:
All the World will have to Pay.
But not me.
Interlude
it’s the same way we all have felt,
this poor petty pity of self.
The willing watch lust, so insatiable, teething on our pride forever
The palace halls ring deadly quiet and all because of You,
In your abandonment, you cut their throats, you fool.
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I will live a Lion with my Mother crying freely
at my bloody paws,
and now the dead man in the village:
see the fount within his chest flooding
red the street, the frightened people's frightened children,
and their frightened intervention:
Out of the Garden insulted and bleeding
son of Aslan make your way through the desert,
to Ravage the earth insufferably screaming,
Lion take your bitter song and leave
Anger will betray my swollen eyelids
as my elders come and tell me how to speak as if an adult
Go home, Get out, Leave here, and leave her alone.
Chorus
Banishment interlude
Goodbye mother, Goodbye home,
Goodbye life serene.
I will live a Lion wild,
for a Lion I have been.
Watch the world unravelling,
No room for a lion.
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If I were a foreign deity I would not hesitate to ask you for your resignation as my prophet.
We can not have you and the future in the same business anymore (though the damage has been done)
and the money that we save on your relentless habits
will be given out to those afflicted by your lovely breasts
Say that I was a little bit younger and had a picture of a boy that I liked, you bet I'd keep that quiet,
you bet I'd keep that safe from all the taunting of the child in you and the child in me,
their stones and sticks, so hard, so supple.
Notice this: a way in is always a way out.
And memory's fickle nursemaid is self idolatry, trembling vanity.
Let her drown.
We made love to this smell only once, felt the soft warm dark of the earth beneath us,
tried to make the solemn cedars believe us that love is never vain.
But Memory hatches, memory thrives and lives, and will not be undone by a little black dress.
There's always here. There's always less.
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You be a boxer, and me, I'm a dancer.
I will show you my moves,
Will you show me your speeding fist?
If I'm bleeding off a turnbuckle,
do you prance 'round your victory ring like this?
(la la la la)
It's the way of the world, we are bound by the war that divides.
I'd stay out of that war by your side.
You be a Lion, and me, I'm an antelope,
I scamper away cross the sunny Serengeti.
Will you give chase? Will you wear out my legs.
for another day, and another race?
It's the way of the world, we are bound by the war that divides.
I'd stay out of that war by your side.
Who's done the worst things they ever will do?
Darling, I have in a dream and I did them to you.
Though we fall out a window, we rupture our spleen,
the worst parts are hidden, they'll never be seen.
You be a doctor, and me I'm a witch-woman.
How many nipples could Lucifer have,
might you have miscounted?
It's the way of the world, we are bound by the war that divides.
I'd stay out of that war by your side.
Take these bloody paws and my leather gloves,
this maliciously blunt finger tip,
this crude hosanna crying out as I press this rotting wine to your lips.
There will be no warring world,
save in this violent slumber.
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I have wandered to the brink of quiet
Desolation's mighty blanket. And on
finding at her edge a lonely patch of
trees in need of stewardship, I
made myself anew. I made my comfort.
I have died a Lion, I have greeted
at my table, lost and wandering, ruler
of the land in which I dwell within my
castle I have built with rock and sorrow.
I have played for him. My only music,
all at once is bitter, all at once is sweetness,
Starting with hello, it ends with fare well,
listen well, my royal guest, listen:
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released March 15, 2011
