ELEVENTH HE REACHES LONDON LYRICS

1. The Dragging Cloud

All night, bleeding from the nose, and kept wide awake by trees against my roof
All white, dressing by the bed, and hummed a melody of a song you know I hate

And I went berserk and cut my face, and dragged it down the glass, while watching me with wide eyes as your pale skin glows
And I learned in time to curse myself, and lost the money that I'd won, but as hopeless as the haunted, they're a cold white moon

And all night, I am misery or dragging cloud, in an old stone house
And all night, I am torn between an endless spin and a pale girl

Fly blown in the mire, owed all in line, and laid by the wheel
But all was a dream, cold white moon hung over me
And I curse myself, moon glow over me, cold white moon glow over me

By the light of the moon, I held shards in my hand, and she begged 'no contact', each hand is rhythm, each will flow
Woke in piss and in blood, face down on the floor, 'no love no talk no contact', each man is living, each is told
I'm the song that you hummed and embody all the words, 'no love no talk no contact', each word is coded, each word flows

I've lost it all
Spent, drunk and gambled it, but I possess the void, now I'm the dragging cloud

I'm a dragging cloud, fly blown in the mire, I love nothing and no one and regret all I've done

2. Code Entwined

And woke on the floor of my house in low
And laid until dark again, growing thin
In low she was here with me, in crown and robe
In low nothing lives here now, not bird or horse
In low I was, adorned with crown of war and left to die
And now in low, nothing lives here now, I've lived in lie

And I have spoke, in code and entwined the accents of love, and woke unloved and alone
I've spoke as plain as in text, the joy of my death, and slept, unloved and alone

Bānhūs, bānhūs is broken mind and organ loss

I'm ennui code entwined and haunted, bathed in the morning light
In the house that I grew up in, unloved, divine and in low
Forlorn as a limping foal with a broken leg
On the land that I'll be buried, unloved, divine and in low

Long live ennui on me, crown of war on
Long live ennui on me, in low, I was

3. Body Unbind

Flayed and disrobed, by the midnight moon, dragging clouds
In the evening, I am hateful and remiss
Sleep by your side, until morning, I'm devalued and ignored

Our bones and body unbind
In the morning light, I hold my bones in jars for you
Bone and body unbind
From the rituals in the night, you write your prose in ash, disrobed

In the morning, I am loving and kind of heart
Raised, under night, by possession and absence of a host
But in the evening, I am haunted by her prose
Sleep under moons, until morning, I'm devalued and ignored

Our bones and body unbind
In the morning light, I hold my bones in jars for you
Bone and body unbind
From the rituals in the night, you write your prose in ash, disrobed

On a cold, wet dawn, you'd left the home again
The blood, bones 'n' ash were back in my skin

Through a haze and fog of morning mist, her prose was bone and ash
Read 'I love no one, but I'm loved by someone else'
Through winter nights I lie in wait for a full moon, bright midnight
But the cold dawn comes and you've found another host

Through a haze and fog of morning mist, her prose was bone and ash
Read 'I love no one, but I'm loved by someone else'
Through winter nights I lie in wait for a full moon, bright midnight
But the cold dawn comes and you've fucked another ghost

4. No Funeral

An embalming 'til I'm light
Shallow, shallow on a wooden floor
And I quiver, lone, and I quiver like a stumbling foal

And I cry, 'Johanna, Johanna my bones are gone'
But she's gelding colts, and raising foals
So I sleep in shallow, Johanna is gone again
Now she's writing prose and crushing bones

And I'd love to cry her name but I'd be howling out
Satanic words out in the mist of morn

And I'd love to seize the day but I am all entwined
Of spastic flesh and misery of home

And I'd love to hold her down and die depressed with me
But on rotting floor she'd never call me hers

And I'd love to cry her name but I'd be drawling out
Satanic words out in the night

My hard spun gelding strides out across the field
And wails out unrehearsed to something that he'll never know
'Oh all I've got is fear and a violent self-inflicted death'
As I wail, howl, my hands, my head
'Oh all I've got is fear and a twisted neck between the fence'
As he wails and howls in the twilight of his living hours
And I watch helplessly from the window of my old stone house
As I wail, howl, in a witch's house

Measured pulse of the blood from my hands, I wailed and howled
Wished the foals all the joy but the death of my friends, I'll be with them
Oh my body, is borrowed from the lord, I'll be with them

In a house of failing organs, I wade through the mire of the dawn
I'm a coffin, I'm a tomb
Rejecting god and love, in a hard spun quiver, I am with them
Oh my bānhūs, is borrowed not stole, I'll be with them

I'm a coffin, I'm a tomb

5. Veil

I'm endless spin, glowing veil, slowing pulse
I'm watching foals, scattered bones under trees
I'll walk this home, glowing veil, failing light

The jarrah urn by her side, and my body will be the fire
The glowing veil across my skin, and my body will lay in fire
The jarrah urn by her side, and my body will be the fire
The glowing veil in the night, my body will be the fire

6. Glass Harmonium

I'll bemoan a vacant life
And mock the love of those I know
I will walk a favoured gait
Across the room to make it known

I have blocked my friends' success
And held the crown of war adorned
And I will walk a laboured gait
And cross the room to make it known

And I will cross the floor
And judge your life and phase-out
And moan 'my cross to bear'

I stayed home and locked the doors
And drank all I wanted and built myself
Again, again

Walked through a gate in the grave, spun in the dance
Said the right things, wait it out
And I rose from the dead, watched from afar
And loved all the sadness, the sorry was mine

7. To Whomever

I was foaled to the south of the house
In the shade of acacia trees
Slowing pulse from the veins in my neck
My lungs are heaving and small
And in my youth I was pried from the home
And walked the mountains, alone
Given love and all of the land
But I'm nothing and no one

And I am
A horse in the trees, bathed in filtered sun and moon
And I was born and loved by all at dawn
And man of wandering star, he's vanished, and I'll follow
And I will die of broken heart alone

I was clothed by the black of the woe
And in trauma, unwanted in low
And cryptic prisms, built from equine bones
I was promised, inducted in code
I was buried alive in my clothes
And woke, being born as a foal
And morning came, I was clean of my hate
I was nothing and no none

And I am
A horse in the trees, bathed in filtered sun and moon
And I was born and loved by all at dawn
And man of wandering star, he's vanished, and I'll follow
And I will die of broken heart alone

To whomever I want, I've wasted half my life
By 'growing up' and mourning loss, but I'm giving up

To whomever I've loved, you never meant that much
I've nothing left, I'm nothing more than bone and ash

Take a walk in the dark and lament all those I've wronged
And plan the end, a quiet death, I am dragging cloud
Written all in code, I am hopeless, without prose
I've nothing left, nothing more than bone and ash

To whomever is left, I am nothing, I am folk
Take a walk, take a walk, now I don't want to live anymore







ELEVENTH HE REACHES LONDON LYRICS