Different Pulses

Telmavar Records, Polydor-Universal // 2012

 

1.Different Pulses

 

 My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed

Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed

And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest

Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest

 

Oh, Baby I am Lost...

 

I try to push the colors through a prism back to white

To sync our different pulses into a blinding light

And if love is not the key. If love is not a key.

I hope that I can find a place where it could be

 

I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question 

That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked

And if that tree had not drunk my tears

I would have bled and cried for all the years 

That I alone have let them pass

 

Oh, Baby I am yours

 

2. Setting Scalpels Free

 

In the skies there is a whisper

In the trees there is a wind

On the sands the waves are rolling

Battered hopes are floating in

 

In your veins the tide is turning

And the ships are sailing home

In your knees there is a trembling

With the thought they're free to roam

 

Is it going to last?

Is it going to last...

 

In the clouds there is a keyhole

In the light there is a key

On the shore there is a doctor

Setting all his scalpels free

 

In your stomach there's a prophet

Turning water into wine

In your chest there is a hunchback

Pulling all his bells to chime

 

Is it going to last?

Is it going to last...

 

3.Love It Or Leave It

 

Long are the days

When you're turning away

From the reasons you strung

Long is the way

When you're aching to say

But your teeth bite your tongue

 

Loud is the wind

In your ears as you spin

As you look for the sun

Loud are the skies

As you thunder your cries

When your prayers are sung

 

Hard is the floor

As the waves pound the shore

Of your wounds

Roll up your sleeve

It's hard to believe

But it's you

 

Love it or leave it You got to believe it

 

My Oh My! It hurts sometimes

My Oh My! It hurts sometimes

I think I’m running out of time

Before I’m gonna lose my mind 

 

Slow is the night

When you reach for the light

But the Dark lingers on

Slow is the bite

Of the words that you write

When it’s finally dawn

 

How can you swim

When the waters are streaming

In you

Roll up your sleeve

Now love it or leave it

It's you

 

Love it or leave it You got to believe it

 

My Oh My! It hurts sometimes

Oh My Oh My! It hurts sometimes

I think I’m running out of time

Before I’m gonna lose my mind

 

4. Cyclamen

 

I, I know I am dying

Still I'm gonna go trying

I’ll make it better 

 

Cyclamen, you're holding it in again

There's winter in every spring

It's time to let go

Cyclamen, the temperature’s rising again

But you're tuber is absorbing the rain

Continues to grow

 

I know I am dying

Still I'm gonna go trying

I’ll make it better

It's over. It's over. It's over. [x2]

 

Cyclamen, it's hard to breath ‘cause the air

Is filled with your prayers again

You’ve got to let go

Cyclamen, Time will always be lighter than Pain

It floats away from your stem

You're left with a bulb

 

I know I am dying

Still I'm gonna go trying

I’ll make it better

It's over. It's over. It's over.

It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over.

 

 

5. 613 Shades Of Sad

 

What I say when I say that I miss you

Is that I will always love me more

What I need when I bleed just to drown you

Is that someday you'll become a shore

 

It's my wave that will crave and will pull you

And another that will push you back

We will be just a sea they can sail through

They can split us but we never crack

 

On occasions our sea will swallow

613 shades of sad

And occasionally we'll be just shallow

Enough for them to see the things we had

20,000 different leagues of sorrow

They will surface but we'll let them drown

And the moon will lift our holy bodies

And we'll live as one

 

With the rate and the weight that I pound you

You will tell me that you understand

Every shell I'll propel just to spite you

You will break it and you'll turn to sand

 

We will be just a sea and a shoreline

We won't need no words, we'll have the tide

I will bleed and I'll plead that I miss you

Even though you'll never leave my side

 

6. Thumbtacks In My Marrow

 

Wait, don’t stop

You have gotten to me – at last

I know I broke your fall but I cant repent the past

 

It hurts

Thumbtacks in my marrow

I rest on old familiar runes that I cant recall

 

Leave a hint

Of your broken image

Before I shed this crackled glass and take the final leap

 

Into the womb of all rusted feathers

And I'll see you when I am born into your world

Again.

 

7. Conspiratory Visions Of Gomorrah

 

Sorrow is back in your eyes

Pulling us to the depth

We could have lasted like planets

But your weight dragged us both to our death

They've been sober around you

And I truly believed it'll suffice

But you're an addict for torture

And the sorrow is back in your eyes

 

The minor sonatas of Beethoven

Roll through your hips

But the words you are aching to sing

Are glued to your lips

They've been burning the wrongly accused

While you silently dance

But your beauty was such

That they all gladly stood in line for the chance

 

The amber around you

Has stiffened your thought and your limb

You're a fossil of love

A relic, an echoing hymn

The purity that once you delivered

Dissolved into sand

Lot has escaped and is dancing

But you're hardly able to stand

 

You won't work off your debt

Until you strip to your heart and your bone

The love that was once in your veins

Will dry into stone

The mist and the fog

Will densen themselves to a wall

And you'll finally sing

But I won't be there to hear your call

 

8. A Choice & A Gun

 

She rots in a cage of your make

Far away from your eyes

You stripped all her powers to break

With your love and your lies

 

Marooned on an island

You gave her a gun and a choice

But she's crazy about you

She still waits around for your voice

 

What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?

 

She rots in a cage of your make

As she waits for a sign

Your gun in her hand

But there isn't a choice in her mind

Now there's guilt in your veins

'Cause there's guilt in your heart

So there's guilt in your blood

But you're oceans apart

 

What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?

What kind of sick, sick love is this?

 

10. Turn

 

It's five in the morning where you are

You're learning a language, beginning with "far"

I'm glad you're awake now, and picking your scars

We do it all backwards, wherever we are

 

Turn.

Turn around.

 

You're living on the breadcrumbs of love that you found

We were never ashamed love off the ground

I'm changing my skin now from white into brown

There's sun in the winter now, things are turning around

 

Turn.

Turn around.

 

Turning up, turning in my dream. I've come a long way.

Turning up. Turn. Turn it again.

 

11. The Disciple

 

Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door

All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore

 

See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart

The wind in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apart

 

Cry! Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes

 

All the things these eyes have seen, this time they've really crossed the line

I think I'll pack up all my shit and cross to Palestine

 

Strip down all my clothes, I'm gonna run into the wild

Leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride

 

Cry! Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes

 

 

12. is This It

 

If I threw my broken body

Let it shatter on the rocks

Would you pick up all my imperfections

Keep them hidden in your jewelry box

 

Would you help this old man singing

Would you save this little boy

Would you treat me like a baby

And let treat you like his toy

 

Is this it? Honey is this it?

This is it.

 

Would you break me like a prism

Would you see my different sides

Would you separate the bright ones

Hang them on your laundry line

 

Would you help this tired Abraham

It's not just Isaac that is crying

For he who is busy loving

Is both living and is also dying

 

Is this it? Honey is this really it?

This is it.

 

Would you know me like a doctor

Would you sing me like a hymn

Would you touch me like a bridesmaid

In some husband's dirty little dream

 

When these defeated lips have failed me

Would you save my hungry eyes

Would you milk your breasts for honey

Would you feed me all your pretty lies

 

Is this it? Honey is this really it?

It's all that we've been praying for

Honey is this it?

It's all that we've been waiting for

It's all that we've been praying for

Is this it? Honey is this really it?

 

Is this it? Honey is this really it?

This is it.