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.