Tracks
Lyburnum Wits End Liberation Fly
10.Happy (Unbounded Glory)
Demo Tape
1.Hate in me
2.What They Lack
3.Never Turning
4.My Strength, My Weakness
5.Mirror
6.We Deny
7.Sorrow
Demo Tape
1.Hate in me
2.What They Lack
3.Never Turning
4.My Strength, My Weakness
5.Mirror
6.We Deny
7.Sorrow
Track 1: Mirror
We could be from the same mother
You know, maybe we are brothers
I don't think that he said anything, although it was obviously said
And strongly, wise
God, the strength you have
You know I always watch you, anticipate you
We're the same when it gets down to "it"
Though I'm not sure what "it" is
We're the same when it gets down to "it"
Respect is more than envy
Respect is more than jealousy
It's respect
I respect you
The mirror
Strength you have
Strength you have
Strength comes with knowledge
We could be from the same mother
You know, maybe we are brothers
I don't think that he said anything, although it was obviously said
And strongly
And wisely
We could be from the same mother
We are brothers
We are brothers, I admit it
Strong
And wise
What do you want me to do
I wish I could feel the cut of the glass
Salt in my veins
Just like you
We're called brothers and we're more than that
We're enemies
And I hate you
We're enemies
And I hate you
We're one and the same and I hate you
Because we're
One and the same
Track 2: I'm back sleeping or fucking or something
I'm back, Formosa
Your gardens and bridges green
With shit came running
Your gardens and bridges, green as shit
I'll remember you?
Well, all things considered, I do!
I dreamt about that house last night
You know the black lady told me not to make her sons jealous
I didn't have any of the guns and fucking firetrucks!
Sitting in the back of her car, it was raining that night
I had sat in the back and then, fuckin', it was like I was melting or something
(This isn't even real)
(I'm done talking)
I couldn't even talk
I couldn't let it out, y'know
What do I have?
I wonder if you remember me
I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile
In fact, I remember a photograph of me and you
Sitting on a bench with my sister
She was there too
I'm back, Sheridan
Yellow, red, white and blue
Firemen came running
God
What went on?
What went on in those cells?
I can remember exact floorboards that would come up
My sister told me that in front of the mirror
We flirted a lot in there
Sitting on the toilet
And I could see the rats running around
When we tried to climb the walls and fucking fell out of the window
I still think about that
I remember you Sheridan, I remember
And yellow, red, white and blue firemen
They came running
I was still all fucked up
I would...
I would, ah...
I can tell you what went on and you interject
I can tell you what went on
I can tell you
Sheridan
You were visiting a house that's been sealed for a thousand years
Little crayon scribbles, white chalk on a string
You're fucking there, with your plaid and your favorite things
Ah, you suck
But now you're away
(Probably sleeping)
I'm back Sheridan, your yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running
But now you're away
Sleeping, or fucking, or something. Away
Track 3: The Life
Take my life and look at it
You can feel, you can
Drop my wine spill the spit out
Upon the floor
Look at me, stand up you fool
Let the lion roar
To shine the boot that walks on the road that leads to here
To stop and sit and think about the way things might have been
To waste your fucking time you fool
This is not a joke
Take my life and look at it
You can't feel, you can
Drop my wine, break vines that grow out on the lawn
Look at me, give up you fool this joke won't last long
To smother the past with blatant lies
It can't work in here
To forget, release, to drop, to let
Sorry man, I'm still here
Leave me alone, leave me alone, shut up, they'll think you're crazy
Took his life and held it high is what they did
Drop back in - I tried, just one if I'd have hid
Look at him, you smile, seven pounds, four ounces
To take this life
The worst is over, you're thinking about the mother on that last one, aren't you?
Don't give up the ghost
To take his life
Don't give up the ghost, don't take his life
Don't give up the ghost, don't take his life
Track 4: Divinity Cove
Then came the many ways and vistas of God
Machines, webs, and spiders
Pulling up thousands of orange stakes with you [?]
God is a life
The son of God out does himself
For he knew to [?]
I'm no use without the truth
Machines, webs, and spiders
[?]
Put rocks in the gas tank and fucked up the [?]
Cause God is a life
He's a vampire
Feeding off of itself
And I guess that's why it's [?] now
It's a cycle
Snake eating tail
It's a cycle, snake eating tail
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
It was only a misunderstanding of words
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
That doesn't mean that it was not good
Son of God out does himself
I thought it mean divided, what did I know?
I now know, I know, I know...
God is a life
God is a life
God is a life
God is a life
God is a life
Son of God out does himself
For he knew to [?]
I'm no use
Feeding off of itself
And I guess that's why it's [?] now
It's a cycle
Snake eating tail, a cycle
God is a life
God is a life
God is a life
The life
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
It was only a misunderstanding of words
I thought it meant divided, I know it does
That doesn't mean that it was not good
Track 5: Locket
Today there was a stream where a walker walked alone
Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree
And stirred a bird up before it was heard by a girl
Today there was a vision
Of a house burning on a television
In a room inside an eye. In a head topped by a brown curl
A telephone ring in the middle of the night
Was said to cause fright in a dark house lived in by a family of four
Today is almost tomorrow and, if I think, not quite yesterday
But all this ahead, that sees not
Would at the foot of its bed
And tomorrow is not quite yesterday
Tomorrow's not quite yesterday
Last time I saw you, you didn't have brown hair
Now my footfalls don't echo in your halls no more
And creeping up the stairs to your room
Stick close I'd stay to the walls
Stick so close to the wall that the stairs don't creak at all
And I think I would know!
Last time I heard you at the table, I could feel that
I was a fear and a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone
Terradina!
And today after the whistling, you sang to the same old tune
Would you talk to me as if I'm real to you?
Know what about me?
What did you do, no one that's in need
Nobody looks quite like you
Knowing today is not quite like yesterday
Knowing that today is not quite yesterday
But today was not a good one
Last time I saw you, you didn't have brown hair
Now my footfalls don't echo in your halls no more
I went up to your room
All my fears are mine alone
Today, a call could not go through
Today, a window will feel not you
Today, a bird stirred not in its nest
Today, shall we say, was not the very best
Terradina!
Last time I heard you at the table, I could feel that
I was a fear and a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone
Terradina!
Would you talk to me as if I could be real to you?
Today there was a stream where a walker walked alone
Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree
And stirred a bird up before it was heard by a girl
Today there was a vision
Of a house burning on a television
In a room inside an eye. In a head topped by a brown curl
A telephone ring in the middle of the night
Was said to cause fright in a dark house lived in by a family of four
Today is almost tomorrow and, if I think, not quite yesterday
But all this ahead, that sees not
Would at the foot of its bed
And tomorrow is not quite yesterday
Tomorrow's not quite yesterday
Last time I saw you, you didn't have brown hair
Now my footfalls don't echo in your halls no more
And creeping up the stairs to your room
Stick close I'd stay to the walls
Stick so close to the wall that the stairs don't creak at all
And I think I would know!
Last time I heard you at the table, I could feel that
I was a fear and a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone
Terradina!
And today after the whistling, you sang to the same old tune
Would you talk to me as if I'm real to you?
Know what about me?
What did you do, no one that's in need
Nobody looks quite like you
Knowing today is not quite like yesterday
Knowing that today is not quite yesterday
But today was not a good one
Last time I saw you, you didn't have brown hair
Now my footfalls don't echo in your halls no more
I went up to your room
All my fears are mine alone
Today, a call could not go through
Today, a window will feel not you
Today, a bird stirred not in its nest
Today, shall we say, was not the very best
Terradina!
Last time I heard you at the table, I could feel that
I was a fear and a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone
Terradina!
Would you talk to me as if I could be real to you?
Track 6: Kick the Can
A thousand red warriors reluctantly ordered to begin
A charge that lead to slaughter amid chaotic blackened din
On a desert plain
It is lonely at this stop here with the low arms of light creeping in
We delivered the kiss of death and it was well received
It’s lonely and there’s no where to go except down
It’s lonely and there’s no place to go except down
The desert is alone and I’ve no face to show this dawn
Just heavy, cold light on these eyes, this sorry excuse for eyes
I dressed up a cactus as a clown and on his spiny face I painted a frown
His whiskers brush my cheek, I plant the kiss of death, and my lip bleeds
It is lonely and the only direction I know is down
It is lonely and the only place I know is down
The desert is home for a dusty circus clown
“The moth balls,” I told you “were such a sorry excuse for eyes.”
Moth is such a sorry excuse for eyes
On a desert plain where I now stand rubbing dusty eyes
With the company of a deaf friend, whose beginnings I despise
On a desert plain
Take what you can, but the reflections scare the shit out of me
Take what you can when you can, why can't I kick the can
There’s a pebble inside and it rattles hopelessly to the empty desert dawn
Oh, but it was well received
It was well received
We were well received, we were well received, really
We were well received
Over there, we were well received
Really
A charge that lead to slaughter amid chaotic blackened din
On a desert plain
It is lonely at this stop here with the low arms of light creeping in
We delivered the kiss of death and it was well received
It’s lonely and there’s no where to go except down
It’s lonely and there’s no place to go except down
The desert is alone and I’ve no face to show this dawn
Just heavy, cold light on these eyes, this sorry excuse for eyes
I dressed up a cactus as a clown and on his spiny face I painted a frown
His whiskers brush my cheek, I plant the kiss of death, and my lip bleeds
It is lonely and the only direction I know is down
It is lonely and the only place I know is down
The desert is home for a dusty circus clown
“The moth balls,” I told you “were such a sorry excuse for eyes.”
Moth is such a sorry excuse for eyes
On a desert plain where I now stand rubbing dusty eyes
With the company of a deaf friend, whose beginnings I despise
On a desert plain
Take what you can, but the reflections scare the shit out of me
Take what you can when you can, why can't I kick the can
There’s a pebble inside and it rattles hopelessly to the empty desert dawn
Oh, but it was well received
It was well received
We were well received, we were well received, really
We were well received
Over there, we were well received
Really
Track 7: Lyburnum - Wit’s End (Liberation Fly)
Now I've realized I've seen a body divine
Beckoning to me to come with mine
Now I've realized I've seen a body divine
Beckoning to me to come with mine
Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
And I
How was I to know
It didn't mean goodbye
It meant "please, don't let me go"
Beckoning its eyes lies away in sanctuary
Beckoning and its eyes lies away, how was I to know
It meant please don't let me go
It meant please don't let me go
Lyburnum the eyes of the mind
Calling to make it real and tangible
The divine invisibility
Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary
Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary is not mine
Lyburnum cover me
Lyburnum to sink with you to be pulled in
Lord I'm wits end
On a road with selfish people in bad time and tide
A cross of swords and a wreath of dead lilies in a pit archive
Constitution will power play and man down dumb has tried
And now she scrambles over the dirt
Her dress torn
Her face or his carries a swollen mask of leather worn
A cloud gathers above the pit
A flower drops
Oh, six feet to be under you really did carry my weight
Although the earth, I confess, is not in me but you are in unhappy state
And we live here, kind sir
On ours and ours big fine estate
We
Not you
But we
Lord I am at wits end
On a road with selfish people with a bad way
Taken across and up
In this stoned stone
Taken across and up over and onto this stone
Taken below and under this stone
Or across and up
A crowd gathers above the pit
A flower drops
Those that gather there mourn
And the priest gathers over the pit
He collects them over the pit
The separator of god and man and self gathers them over the pit
To sing a song to a separated God
To sing a song to an unholy God
To sing a song to an inhuman God
And for the singing he says
"To lose a young life in these trying times
Is truly not an unheard of thing"
Ah, but the false truth
And holy lie of a dead God will surely take out some of the sting
So please all
All of us
Let us take up our hymn books and sing
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
Rejoice
So we're gathered here for our common cause
We're gathered here
To sing to a separated God
We're gathered here
To hide the blind worm truth
This conqueror worm
Is your proof
This is our God
This is our song
So please all
All of us let us take up our hymn books and sing
So please all
All of us gathered here
Let us take up our hymn books and sing
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
Rejoice the freedom of my young soul
Taken within mother's warm wing
Taken under mother's warm wing
Taken under 6 feet of mother's warm wing
Rejoice and listen to the blind worm truth sing
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Rejoice
And sing to our separated God
Our inhuman God
Our unfeeling God
Our unknowing God
Our separated God, our inhuman God
This conqueror worm is your truth
This conqueror worm is your love
This conqueror worm is your acceptance
This conqueror worm is your answer
This conqueror worm is God
This conqueror worm is God
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Taken across and up
Or taken over and down
On this stone home I will stay
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
And together we will sing
And together we'll sing
We're gathered here
Together we should sing
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Rejoice the freedom
Rejoice, oh, freedom
We have freedom lover
Rest well under mother's warm wing
We have freedom lover
Rest well under mother's warm wing
No longer can you move up and sing
No longer will this dancing song
Your ankles elevated above our mother
Your anger is elevated to a point of living
Freedom lover we have freedom rest well under mother's warm wing
Lyburnum
Cover me
You're singing and I'm being pulled in
This sanctuary is our God and our secret pond
Under this wing
We lie deaf and thinking about the singing
Under this tree, this garden, this pond is our sanctuary
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
Is the conqueror worm
Rest well under mother's warm wing
Oh, six feet to be under
You really did carry my weight
Now I've realized I've seen a body divine
Beckoning to me to come with mine
Now I've realized I've seen a body divine
Beckoning to me to come with mine
Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
And I
How was I to know
It didn't mean goodbye
It meant "please, don't let me go"
Beckoning its eyes lies away in sanctuary
Beckoning and its eyes lies away, how was I to know
It meant please don't let me go
It meant please don't let me go
Lyburnum the eyes of the mind
Calling to make it real and tangible
The divine invisibility
Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary
Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary is not mine
Lyburnum cover me
Lyburnum to sink with you to be pulled in
Lord I'm wits end
On a road with selfish people in bad time and tide
A cross of swords and a wreath of dead lilies in a pit archive
Constitution will power play and man down dumb has tried
And now she scrambles over the dirt
Her dress torn
Her face or his carries a swollen mask of leather worn
A cloud gathers above the pit
A flower drops
Oh, six feet to be under you really did carry my weight
Although the earth, I confess, is not in me but you are in unhappy state
And we live here, kind sir
On ours and ours big fine estate
We
Not you
But we
Lord I am at wits end
On a road with selfish people with a bad way
Taken across and up
In this stoned stone
Taken across and up over and onto this stone
Taken below and under this stone
Or across and up
A crowd gathers above the pit
A flower drops
Those that gather there mourn
And the priest gathers over the pit
He collects them over the pit
The separator of god and man and self gathers them over the pit
To sing a song to a separated God
To sing a song to an unholy God
To sing a song to an inhuman God
And for the singing he says
"To lose a young life in these trying times
Is truly not an unheard of thing"
Ah, but the false truth
And holy lie of a dead God will surely take out some of the sting
So please all
All of us
Let us take up our hymn books and sing
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
Rejoice
So we're gathered here for our common cause
We're gathered here
To sing to a separated God
We're gathered here
To hide the blind worm truth
This conqueror worm
Is your proof
This is our God
This is our song
So please all
All of us let us take up our hymn books and sing
So please all
All of us gathered here
Let us take up our hymn books and sing
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
Rejoice the freedom of my young soul
Taken within mother's warm wing
Taken under mother's warm wing
Taken under 6 feet of mother's warm wing
Rejoice and listen to the blind worm truth sing
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Rejoice
And sing to our separated God
Our inhuman God
Our unfeeling God
Our unknowing God
Our separated God, our inhuman God
This conqueror worm is your truth
This conqueror worm is your love
This conqueror worm is your acceptance
This conqueror worm is your answer
This conqueror worm is God
This conqueror worm is God
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Taken across and up
Or taken over and down
On this stone home I will stay
Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under God's holy wing
And together we will sing
And together we'll sing
We're gathered here
Together we should sing
Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
Enabled by Lucifer's holy lended wing
Rejoice the freedom
Rejoice, oh, freedom
We have freedom lover
Rest well under mother's warm wing
We have freedom lover
Rest well under mother's warm wing
No longer can you move up and sing
No longer will this dancing song
Your ankles elevated above our mother
Your anger is elevated to a point of living
Freedom lover we have freedom rest well under mother's warm wing
Lyburnum
Cover me
You're singing and I'm being pulled in
This sanctuary is our God and our secret pond
Under this wing
We lie deaf and thinking about the singing
Under this tree, this garden, this pond is our sanctuary
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
I have now realized
The wit's end liberation fly
Is the conqueror worm
Rest well under mother's warm wing
Oh, six feet to be under
You really did carry my weight
Track 8: Cricketty Rise
(Cry along with monsters)
Cry along with monsters
Toothed and trying to pull
Your eyes view mine as holes
And blood seeps up where once I was
Sinking, I no longer am
I wake up and cry
No tears for you will come
Just a face distorted with pain
A monstrous face will sink again
Talking about the abuse of
Talking about the abuse of love
Crying along with monsters
Together with monsters
Goodbye
At home with monsters
Goodbye
Along with monsters
Goodbye
Alone with monsters
Goodbye
At home with monsters
Goodbye
Alone with my self
Hello
Alone with my self
Hello
Talking about the abuse of love
I'm alone with my self
Hello
What a surprise
It took a summer that flashed back in my eyes and blinded to show me that
(My image finally lay smooth in the puddle of my selfish tears
I walk away to a living rise and lie flatly on my back
I'm talking with an old friend about vast simplicity but I don't think he hears
Smile loudly and laugh out broadly, "Styx, my good pal, it's been a long hike back. But I'm here.")
(Cry along with monsters)
Cry along with monsters
Toothed and trying to pull
Your eyes view mine as holes
And blood seeps up where once I was
Sinking, I no longer am
I wake up and cry
No tears for you will come
Just a face distorted with pain
A monstrous face will sink again
Talking about the abuse of
Talking about the abuse of love
Crying along with monsters
Together with monsters
Goodbye
At home with monsters
Goodbye
Along with monsters
Goodbye
Alone with monsters
Goodbye
At home with monsters
Goodbye
Alone with my self
Hello
Alone with my self
Hello
Talking about the abuse of love
I'm alone with my self
Hello
What a surprise
It took a summer that flashed back in my eyes and blinded to show me that
(My image finally lay smooth in the puddle of my selfish tears
I walk away to a living rise and lie flatly on my back
I'm talking with an old friend about vast simplicity but I don't think he hears
Smile loudly and laugh out broadly, "Styx, my good pal, it's been a long hike back. But I'm here.")
Track 9: As Afterwards the Words Still Ring
As after its recession there is a deepness to the tide
As after a life, a spirit's tangibility died
Altar, recieve this spatial man
Void, your all-consuming will
Altar, consume me
Only I will fall to you
Void, destroy me
Holy I will heed, altar collapse me
And willfully I shall rise and breaking my container cocoon, I am alive
Inspired and driven by a hallowed sister moon
I exist only for the movement
She exists only in my movement
As after its recession there is a deepness to the tide
As after life a spirit's tangibility died
As after a life a spirit's tangibility died
I am breaking my container cocoon
I am alive
Inspired and driven by a hallowed sister moon
Altar consume me, receive me
Track 10: Happy (Unbounded Glory)
I'm holding these eyes, these tired eyes, these tired eyes
Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties
You together, or rather me, I should say give it
Double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
Anything is nothing when all that it contained is everything
Continually continuing continuity all that is ahead, behind is nothing
Anything is nothing when all that's been dreamt is everything
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things, anything, anything, anything
I've given these eyes a bath, these red eyes
The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
I've crossed the Ande's mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown
And nothing, nothing, that's been [?] is nothing
Nothing is everything when all that's remembered is anything
I have seen a certain continuity continually continuing as everything
Nothing is everything, as all that is liberated is anything
So long green, green America
So long two-pointed South America
Father soul, so long your happy fools, your clowns
So long green, green America
We've been so long as happy fools, as clowns
Only as long as you're around
As long as you're around
Your down cast angel, our mother, lives beautifully
She pulls, making room tangible, to define [?]
This sanctuary is ours, only as long as you're around
Unbounded glory
Make your peace with the stars
So long green, green America
So long loving mother Gaia
So, as long as you're around
Make your peace with the stars
So long down cast angel
Nothing [?] nothing, nothing
Continually continuing continuity all that is ahead, behind is everything
Anything is nothing when all that's expected is everything
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things, anything, anything, anything, anything
Now is never
As after its recession there is a deepness to the tide
As after a life, a spirit's tangibility died
Altar, recieve this spatial man
Void, your all-consuming will
Altar, consume me
Only I will fall to you
Void, destroy me
Holy I will heed, altar collapse me
And willfully I shall rise and breaking my container cocoon, I am alive
Inspired and driven by a hallowed sister moon
I exist only for the movement
She exists only in my movement
As after its recession there is a deepness to the tide
As after life a spirit's tangibility died
As after a life a spirit's tangibility died
I am breaking my container cocoon
I am alive
Inspired and driven by a hallowed sister moon
Altar consume me, receive me
Track 10: Happy (Unbounded Glory)
I'm holding these eyes, these tired eyes, these tired eyes
Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties
You together, or rather me, I should say give it
Double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
Anything is nothing when all that it contained is everything
Continually continuing continuity all that is ahead, behind is nothing
Anything is nothing when all that's been dreamt is everything
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things, anything, anything, anything
I've given these eyes a bath, these red eyes
The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
I've crossed the Ande's mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown
And nothing, nothing, that's been [?] is nothing
Nothing is everything when all that's remembered is anything
I have seen a certain continuity continually continuing as everything
Nothing is everything, as all that is liberated is anything
So long green, green America
So long two-pointed South America
Father soul, so long your happy fools, your clowns
So long green, green America
We've been so long as happy fools, as clowns
Only as long as you're around
As long as you're around
Your down cast angel, our mother, lives beautifully
She pulls, making room tangible, to define [?]
This sanctuary is ours, only as long as you're around
Unbounded glory
Make your peace with the stars
So long green, green America
So long loving mother Gaia
So, as long as you're around
Make your peace with the stars
So long down cast angel
Nothing [?] nothing, nothing
Continually continuing continuity all that is ahead, behind is everything
Anything is nothing when all that's expected is everything
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things, anything, anything, anything, anything
Now is never