A FOREST OF STARS LYRICS

1. Persistence Is All

[Instrumental]

2. Precipice Pirouette

It's death worship, all of it. Your gods wheeling above; spiralling down into the pit of pathetic carrion you call life. Admonishing the vultures to tear away your fears with the promise of a better death. You are already rotting. Every one of you. Nothing but slurry clogging the gutters of decent folk who can't be reassured by empty platitudes of a clean sky. This is all rot. And oh, how we dance and pirouette amongst it all. Wouldn't dream of feigning smiles whilst carrying your dead weight through life's circus. A fête worse than death. So the carrion birds will feign whispers in raucous, howling tones as they build worthless futures amongst these bones...

If this is human nature, concrete it over. And have done. Just have done.

I like to play in open graves. The crawling things raise their fists and howl. I find that the soil clogs my throat in just such a way / as to drag the vowels through a twist of ruptured bowel; to rise, then decay, then away. Consonant cosmonauts choking on delay.
The vultures have it right, sailing in under cover of night.
Or staring you straight out in glare of day.
They'll have your eyes away so as you don't need to blink the tears past.

One foot wrong versus this precipice - you're at least six feet down.
Can you wiggle your toes? Let's fucking go.
The all-consuming boogie of nucleus versus the rest of it.
If the weather balloons we're all fucked.

Never was much one for recall. Cells is cells is cells is cells.

We could idle here whilst I rhyme that with Hel, but I'm sure we've all got shapes to throw.
Let us stumble through the opening lines.
Let us dance for the sake of the fact that once we can't we'll all be damned well wish we had.

I'm still toying with all the gods of men.
I don't let them push me around.
We've been around and around and around.
Awaiting our chance to populate holes in the ground.

3. Tombward Bound

Losing night in a race to hate morning
when a lonely child loses it to the moon
now we're all carrion, rotting here at the gates to another empty paradise

I have been forever building pyres in my mind. Gathering fallen limbs of masters past 'til mind's eye finally fades out; blinded by final death of the Root. I shall gather my strength amongst the remnants of my kin and build a bonfire against the eternal, twisting night. The never ending frost plumed night.

I shall raise nought but sparks against the coal shrine pitch, but as we gather here against the end, those sparks will grid our honour. Sparks to kindling to roaring flame, pyres of the mind starting up again. Death may be inevitable, but we can at least ride his trail, grim determination as fortification - dancing through the mires, raising surprised rainbows against the night.

All coiled as serpents gathering to strike at the light. One last dance amongst the embers. To lay down with the others before the dawn should chance to come. For this blood, the end of the line.

Would you hear me? Carrion, wanderer. Echoing chamber of void.

So it's an endless funeral, or so it would seem. It's all furnace flames and clods of earth and endless weeping. Oh the fucking weeping. I could almost cry.

All the mourners and their mournings; all black veils and emotion unveiled. Shut up and get in the ground. The worms aren't complaining - they'll make a hearty meal of yours.

...and the rest of you, I'm sure. Get in the fucking ground.

I'll take up a shovel and hazard a grin. If you don't yet know the drill, well i'll fill you in.
It's a dark old life on the whole, so step right up and down you go.

Misplaced apology nailed to contradiction - I'm not worshiping that! A life spent seeking balance; perhaps my spirit's just not level. Always angling towards Hell. Catch of the day not worth a glance past nightfall.

Dancing with the Devil whilst throwing money to the spirit lenders. Sale or return you can keep it. This is not a percentage decrease in decomposition.

You can dance around my tombstone all you like but I'll be grabbing your fucking ankle as and when I please.

I may not be the lord of the dance you ridiculous cunts, but I'll have my tuppence worth, don't you worry. One for each eye if you please.

4. Premature Invocation

Cleaved of hoof and shorn of mane
You can keep your shrines, no matter shape or size
There's nothing here for me
I'll happily quaff all your spirits
Bleed your coffins dry
Used my nine lives across nine days / nine nights
Now I just wait for the fires
Reduce me back to ashes
Our magic circles don't align
Too much static in our tragedy
Too much standing still
Put out to dry, fell off heaven's window sill
Broke every bone as I tripped through hell
Silent fractures in reality
I'll be laughing while you cry, nostrils crystalline at the end of the line
Game over for all time
Show me your compassion
I'll give you contempt
Open those hearts to me
I piss on them
I've had all the gods on my waiting list
All too human
They can't see me, I'm never here
I'll nail any apologist to any passing tree

No joy here
Just this hammer
This hammer

This ashtray earth the fully realised product of so-called human evolution
Vultures voicing complaint at the state of the carrion
Sunlight filtered through a mire of thought grime
A peek into the void to remind all is nothing
All is nothing

Nothing is all
Same old clichés; same pitiful joke
You want a punchline?
If the sky should crash upon us in a shower of sparks, our shadows shall be thrown everywhere
Up the walls, across the concrete
Bathing tortured glass ceilings in spastic ichor
Throwing shapes we never dreamt of, cramped up in the drains; sense of purpose lost in the run-offs
Mingled with just so much effluent in the language of the sewers
Bone and synapse just so much slush
Sluiced by the eternal juicer
Armageddon dancing on top of it all
Azrael creaming off shots of just so much human slurry
Bloody Mary, bloody father, bloody son
With just a hint of bone for crunch
Sitting amongst the coroners in a round tomb is not so possible when everything is flat
The earth is flat
But growing slightly fat on the cooling coagula of mankind's last fart

5. Children Of The Night Soil

They're crawling all over my mind
Sunrise
They're crawling all out of my mind
Sunrise
There's only so much advantage for the taking
I've been buried here for years

For I am dripping with stars

Once golden shower of sparks pouring in and out;
Shattering every dancing synapse
Infiltrating the bored holes in my skull
I just need a little nail to alleviate the pressure
If only they'd oblige me
Sunrise?

Not-so-super-nova
Do let me know when it's all over
I just can't take the joke
It went over my head
It went through my head
Once, twice, thrice, sunrise!

But it would not take my thoughts away

They couldn't wash my brain; it crackled, yeah, with all that static
Syrup of thoughts of malaise
Had to settle for being picked clean by vaudeville vultures in the final laundrette of the soul
Didn't want the ticket out of here
Couldn't see the fucking point in running
Gunning for the six foot hole
Forever chasing tales only to bury a hammer in the shattered beauty of their lies
It's all untruth dancing behind the eyes
I could feel them all jostling against my retina
I tried to blink them all away
They are going nowhere

They form a thick string of drool consuming my everything
They hermetically seal my tomb
My eyes my tomb
My skull my tomb
Roll this curse away

Only way out is putrefaction
Then I can run away with myself
Gelatinously
As my old friend gravity dictates I can go any way I please...
To run through the runnels...
Just as long as it's down
Coagulating, south bound

Far from the sun

6. Taken By The Sea

I remember when my seas turned grey and you floated away
I remember when my seas turned grey and I can't change that day
I remember when my seas turned grey and you floated away
I remember when my seas turned grey and I couldn’t make you wake
And I couldn't make you wake

I remember when I could call your name
Now things can never be the same
I remember when I could call your name
Now you're not on this earthly plane
I remember when I could call your name
Now things can never be the same
I remember when I could call your name
But now that would be in vain

All that you thought you could be...

I let you fall... away

7. Scripturally Transmitted Disease

I've never been a pillar of society;
Quiet the opposite in fact
A plyer of insults;
A place marker on the path of least resistance;
Nothing more
A face in a crowd, but a crowd behind Bedlam's bars
Providing a barbed laugh for the wealthy;
A grinning, dry target for their rigidity

Happily stuck in the throats of an angry mob stretched beyond repair by production line proclivity
I am as steadfast refusal
I've shown no interest and I've reaped little that I've sewn
A world of cloned mechanists has left me unwaveringly organic;
Perhaps food for thought or just food for the worms
I stand as a final insult to the easily offended;
All words out of turn to kindle their burning world
If for one moment I thought I felt a twinge of guilt
I would put it down to angry muscles shifting their weight against all the irrelevance
I will stand as grave marker in resolute denial of the state of your two thousand years of treading water;

So dig a good deep hole for Abraham and all his insipid godlets
Whatever name it goes by, it's all the same crumpled at the grave-side
Abrahamic iterations all divide by zero
Cartoon Lucifer presiding

I lost my shadow amongst the marionettes;
Soul chord measured found wanting
Probably too long, frayed and / or split to dance with the more standard corpses in this world of shit
I sold my spirit;
Might even have quaffed it blind without realising
Any port in a storm, they say
Oh, so they say
Heart removed as part of some half-arsed morning ritual, piss-begotten solitude sold out at the drop of a gaping fish-mouthed hat
Filed away amongst the other stolen myths;

The lore of these folks is nought but a long string of syphilitic spit
Scripturally transmitted disease, if you will
In fact, no - I insist

So make a monolith of me, but plant me facing sunset;
Back turned to the broken day

Leave me here watching the darkness
I have no time of day
I have no time for day
Don't come looking for me
I'm long lost, seeking out Odin
Odin under ice

I've danced away, died away;
Don't come looking for me
Long lost, seeking out Odin
Odin under ice

8. Decomposing Deity Dance Hall

I find my mind wandering aimless
Weighted heavy by a mushroom cloud miasma of stolen micturations and rotting leaves
A mouth like a storm drain;
Teeth caked with the soils and cast-offs of autumn;
Gargling through a slough of interrupted dreams

The colour here is nondescript;
Leached of sense and purpose
Heart riding shotgun in a hijacked hearse at the head of the serpent
The body's in the back
A lifetime on your back
Piss and vinegar as spirit dressing
More than happy to embrace the grave

We took all your used up gods out the back of Eden and did the decent thing
They're all gathered, shattered craniums draining;
Lolling tongues intoning the grave mass

Amongst the filth and roots and sashaying worms;
Befouling the feral carpet of this decomposing deity dance hall

It's a stateless carrion nosedive
All just a race to nature's basement

I really dig graves

9. So Much Walking Dust (Parasite For Sore Eyes)

10. Plight Of The Uneven Heathen

A FOREST OF STARS LYRICS