ANTERRABAE LYRICS

1. Pink & Tender

You don't know where I've been so could you bury it?
I am a tattered red carpet lying in the corner of a room in an empty white mansion.
You're a priceless cedar rocking chair teetering over me.
There is a gentle breeze blowing in from an opened window that puts us in perfect harmony.
When you wake up I am not lying next to you but you now sit still somewhere far away
Among the recesses of the soul lie two deep grooves
Pink & tender
Inextricable as disfiguring imperfections

2. Stay Moist

I am your poet who hasn't written anything,
and while you ask me why we should see each other I reply
we ought to see each other again before anything can be decided during our time apart
I heard both cries of terror and delight alike, but we did not come for each other
we hid ourselves purposely in the brush, and although nobody knew the truth but us,
we never strayed more than 48 hours from each other's voice
and found our way home via the scent of our own piss
we walk away as our eyes squint in the unrelenting rays of the sun
truth unspoiled beneath true green
holy and free, settle your weight upon me
we're just another slow motion killing machine

3. It Takes More Than Metal To Move A Bull

Oh holy hatchet, this man has an axe to grind and you'll be my first witness to the death of chivalry
making love in the moonlight in a casket of ivory,
where's your standards
I'm the dirty gatsby, not quite the elephant man, the dirty gatsby
with the holy hatchet in hand
oh holy hatchet, you can do it alone or I can do it to you,
yeah I'll do it to you, I'll even do it to myself
Romance in the ivory casket, ever so sweetly and infinitely delicate,
we'll have you coming back for more
business or pleasure in the business of pleasure
waving white flags with a smile so big you'll never leave again
it's like getting fucked without getting kissed
no pills, no rope, no razor, no gun
these are the best kept secrets,
old bulls die alone
nice tusks

4. An Albatross Around The Neck

I'm leaving this place with the cloths on my back
as if everything old were new again
I only said what you already knew, what you were thinking
there's color in your sadness, in the way you move
like a pale yellow shining through a dirty white
what moves you like words that you love
(and our heart beat in our fingertips, without reason)
what captivates you to watch the ice melt
you're offending motion, you are nothing but wings
I'll tear them off
at least I have the everlasting novelty of uninhabited sensation
and the pleasure of uncertainty
what moves you like words that you love?
(and our heart beat in our fingertips without reason)
what captivates you to watch the ice melt
offending motion, you're nothing but wings
offending motion, I'll tear them off.
How many caesars have I been?
Every cadaver sacred, every cadaver critical
This world isn't mine, it's me
my conscience is nothing but a blot of ink
on a sheet of paper, tearing us apart.
One day the bitter angels of our character will string us back together
and two will become one.

5. The Filthy Habits Of Ex. Lovers

The excess that burns me, the harmony that runs within me,
and I don't tremble before god, but with love
this is the fine art of dissecting human hearts
In spite of everything, I'll make you watch.
We sleep in the presence of kinves, in a whisper we're two of a kind
Beneath the perfect sky we kill to pass the time
Beneath a perfect sky, two lovers, two knives.
This time cupid's gone for the jugular
a real, literal, motherfucker.
and what will we become, and what have we become?
watch me fuck her, watch me love her
in spite of everything, these are not the sort of things to calm the nerves
still standing in the stairway, staring back after everything
I will love you as if it were always before
On the outside, above all the sweat of death, even shit looks pure to me
She even looks pure.
In the dead of night, we roll swiftly to the right, to the left, like assassins killing with our teeth
Please come back to bed.

6. Investigating The Phantom Signal

[Instrumental]

7. Viper

A stolen kiss that lead me to the operating table left me lifeless, dear.
Glamorous, my spiders have returned, so let the clustered fragments of our fantasies
make their way to the surface, where they will be gelled together, ever so sweetly
destroying boundaries that we've fabricated
hold me closer before this last goodbye
wrap your lips around it before it's under the faucet
and if you cry as you choke, let the water allude you
into the miracle.
Rest viper, rest my heart, when have you ever been apart from me,
a shallow reputation mistaken for identity, cause there's something about us,
the white mask is in the closet
how I will I recognize you without it?
I'll be waiting with an orchid and psalm,
two orchids and a psalm
three orchids and apsalm
I'm all about shame tonight
Rest viper, rest my heart
After all, you're just a reflection of a reflection, and the water eludes me

8. I Lifted Her Dress Over Her Head And Unscrewed Her Leg

the box I live in only has three corners
The paint is peeling and the ceiling is too low
I spread myself too thin
I raped her birth certificate, we took a wrong turn at a busted pipe
The dictator dictates the dictum the way drunk girls look at me
Better call the doctor, I feel like I could kill her
I can smell you on my finger (when she is disabled)
I spit oil into the sink (when she is disabled)
(with every piece of me) a lack of change can kill a man (I'd bury angels for you)
while you're sleeping in dirty places (I'm lying through my teeth)
infidelity is forward momentum, misguided by nagging insecurities.
I can't win, the disabled one attacked the panoramic view of my guy
I drew straws of fresh fruit from her bith canal
Her hair is in my throat
The song ends with violins, I haven't killed anybody since 1984.

9. Sh*t Happens When You Party Naked

Who set the church on fire, a most courageous attempt at the assassination of god
what will you be dreaming when they kill you in your sleep?
There's martyrs in the cemetery. Arcane terrorists are vandalizing your grave
we're not dead yet, you tell them we're not saints
expire in your sleep
we might find it in the streets tonight
subcategorize, subdivide
we might find it in the streets tonight
subdivision
choose your side, we look the other way
destroy the self contained character of your participators
this is just a phase, we're dying through
give us something to touch or kill
expire with dignified composure
that's one good-looking corpse (if they find it)
they'll find you in the streets, when they find you, you tell them this love is biblical,
this light perpetual
Ignite this city, we'll cut every throat, burn every bridge, and let ourselves be free.

10. A Shovel For Arch Stanton

I must have left my heart in Buffalo
Beating between the rusty gears of a killing machine
and I'll wear you out for a buck or two
have I made your day? Have I made your day?
Tasteless memories scraped into concrete
ignite this city, a ruin of apathy
one light for every heart, one rat for every scar
heartless souls, where do we go from here
heartless souls, your just another ghost
this time I'm all ears but I'm not listening
Inspiration or adaptation of early 20th century
French Pornography
Plagiarism is planting seeds, this is not another cliche tragedy
when the body abandons me
obscenity exaggerates love at 72 inches of revolution and 1051 a head you better get your shovel
and those who dig
can you dig?
it's nice to know that I've touched the lives of others by wasting their time
my heart's too big for this cty
where everyone's strapped or strapping
what's the word for wishful thinking, there's a word for wishful thinking
I must have left my heart in buffalo and my brains between your legs.

11. My Wrists Are Rivers, My Fingers Are Words

Friday night always seems to continue
in the cave of the minotaur
I see the outside world of the maze my father built
seeking the opportune time to attack
always searching for the meat on people
but all the ever bear are the scraps
it's best to hungry because the suffering and desire will feed you more in the end
my recovery time is quickest when I am hit and the reason is
my only perceivable enemy is also my strongest love
maybe I'm the minotaur pacing in my cage
or on the hunt for the weakened prey
but I won't let it kill me, let it kill me, let it kill me
(and even if someday you gain on my when I am crippled with intangible fear)
my companion will never allow even a single hair on my body to be touched by your breath
my recovery time is quickest when I am hit and the reason is
my only perceivable enemy is also my strongest love
distant and disconnected, I dream in sentence fragments
the constant rain, (I remain, I remain awake) silhouettes across the stage
I remain, I remain awake.
My only perceivable enemy is also my strongest love.
(With you by my side, I am proud to turn my back upon all the others, do you sense it?)

12. The Hands Of Christ Are Beautiful Hands

The words across the grave read "god, how you've startled me"
All we can ask for sleep.
I moved across your grave, beneath the sunset
candlelight mistaken for moonlight
the intensity of these sensations means nothing to those around us
What's that noise?
Everyone is dead here.
Absence radiates, what kind of party is this?
Indecisive, these words are indecisive and I forgot the question, and I forgot the question.
No sounds except you, no sound except you.
I am liberated, I am lost. I shiver, with fever I am.
No sound except you, no sound except you.
All we can ask for is sleep.
I moved across your grave beneath the sunlight.
Candlelight mistaken for moonlight.
There's a knock at my door
God how you've startled me.
The name across the grave reads "Pontius Pilate".
(Boys, we're going home and we're bringing the plague back with us.)
Here's to the death of happy endings.
(Thanks for ruining my life)







ANTERRABAE LYRICS