PALEHORSE LYRICS

1. Skip To The End

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2. South London, Where Dreams Are Allowed To Breathe

I want to bleed from my nose
I want tears to fall from my eyes
I want spit to drip down my chin
I was fast asleep until my eyes opened
I used to breathe deep but recently it's mostly grasping for air
I used to love with ease, but that's near enough broken

I hate myself
I want blood to run straight from my nose
and I want the bile to flow from my mouth
I want it from my mouth

I want skin to fall from my flesh
I want bones to snap at the joint
I want lungs to give up
I want guts pulled from my fucking throat
I want blood to bleed from my nose
I want bones to snap at the joint

skin falls from the flesh
bones snap at the fucking joint

goodbye to all my friends
go make your beds
pride has turned on itself
so go catch your fucking death
farewell to my friends
carve your blackened caskets

it's your family, it's your life
the tears have opened my eyes

death has opened my heart and eyes
to the worthless children, who fill their time
thinking there is a purpose
I want blood to bleed from my nose
until the passengers complain

3. Shit Columbo

leave your sex toys on the floor
leave your cheque book at the door
not enough...
whiskey

leave your face-print on the wall
leave your knickers
I like fucking
and getting drunk

not another wedding
funeral or baptism
or dinner parties with your parents
please
rest on my chest
please
will you hold my hand
please
fuck your friends
please
write you name in ink and blood
and fucking leave

leave your sex toys on the floor
leave your cheque book at the door
I like fucking
and getting drunk
I like getting...
fucking drunk

it's my fault
it's my fault
it's your fault
it's your fault
it's my fault
it's my fault
hold my hand
kiss my eyelids
leave your mark
on the carpet

4. I Wish We Could Go Back And Do All This Again

no plans for today
except cabin fever and anxiety attacks

if you feel like walking
until you no longer know where you are

nil by mouth for days
drinking the noyac in fucking tears

one of the first signs
of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die
the wish to die

I want to be left alone
but please stay with me
I need some time by myself
don't go just yet
I'll be gone for a few months
I'll be fine I promise
I'd like to be left alone now
but can you stay with me for a while

forget your gods, friends, life, death
it's a false dawn, it's a lost cause
eyes, teeth, tongue, lips
dry-wrenched, vomit

forget your gods
forget your friends
forget your life
forget death

5. Probably Won't Do That Live

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6. Don't Come Knocking When I'm Listening To Dokken

when asking god for an answer
you're wasting your time
be prepared to wait
I can't hear anything at all
an as the silence resounds
don't feel let down
don't blame yourself
you're wasting your time

I like to see
fire-fighters fail
it's nice to see
how they fall in the fire
horoscopes and weather forecasts
suggest upset stomach
your hands stink of coins

it may be time
to dip our toes into the thames
looking over both shoulders
as liquid enters the lungs
the strength of this reflex
is greater in cold water
and with any luck
it will pull us under
a heaving heart
an empty spit bucket

liars will prevail
hands drift towards the mortar
don't die, please don't die
on an empty stomach
with heavy lungs
taking in salt water
drain the river's mouth
drain the river's mouth
we are all in need
when you can't control your hands
a heaving heart
wet shoes, sealed eyes, and the stars
a final glance confirms
that everything is meaningless

goobye to all friends
and past loves
this is the parting note
so save your thoughts
a heaving heart as liquid enters the lungs
and with any luck
it will pull us under
such a waste
such a fucking waste

drain the river's mouth
gulping, necking, fisting petrol
we're pleased to report
blood turns to wine

sharp neon lights catch us
writing brithday card to the dead

7. Challenge Hanukkah

the first time an adult hit you
or the final time a love one kissed you

the scandal of being alive
lighting fire after fire
as our heroes meet their maker
and we're busy wasting our time
playing in bands that don't amount to anything
and having the nerve to be proud of it
still, alcohol should solve some of the problems
or at least help to forget them
we were supposed to have kids by now
friends who loved gardening
and an understanding wife
I thought we were meant to grow up and settle down

we are flesh
we are dead
we are unborn architects
we are flesh
we are dead

hey, hey lower your heads

these are dead or failing limbs
we are barstool alchemists

dead man, lower your heads
broken bones make for better health

there's no cause to think
that anything will ever change

dead man, no more rest
leave the dying to the living

you have said
you will say
you will say
you have said
what, what will become of us now?
hey, are these the last words we'll say?

stop cleaning the word-worned furniture and the resultant ephemera
I have come to brink of utter ruin in the midst of the entire assembly
like another bad day
and on and on and on
like another bad day
and on and on and on
like another bad day
it carries on and on and on
like another bad day
and it's on and on and on
like another bad dream
it goes on and on and on
like another bad day
and on and on and on
like another bad day
it carries on and on and on

there's not, there's not an emotion
just breathe, don't forget to breathe

8. Fill Your Ears With Wax (And Fucking Sail)

we've tried to sleep at night if only for a handful of hours
but I keep getting the unavoidable feeling
the really crippling impression
that the worst thing in the world is about to happen

like a cascade of broken wills
or broken eyelids, or something else altogether
so I'm hoping these nauseating moments
will find kindness enough to give way

this isn't elegant, but we thought we might be able to avoid
letting every day seem precisely like the last
ashamed and terrified and eyes twitching
and your boss will notice this in the morning

on the edge of the mattress
with a foot on the floor for balance
a burning cigarette in the ashtray
and paracetamol, just in case

so you'll remember I raised the bed at an angle
with a variety of worthless books under both corners
only in vain hope
it might settle your stomach

the sound of a word
echoed shortly by the next
but now, and quite suddenly, the real terror
the misery of complete fucking silence

I can imagine there might be many ways, not just this one,
to become hardened and more absolute
and a constant and unmixed
sense of loss will usually keep it that way

placing one foot in the soil
and simply praying the other follows
everything should be thrown away instantly
without a thought or second glance

you weep tears in rows
that are roads to the rope you'll weave
and when you dance your final jig
I'll cheer with the crowd

you lie in ways that are worn
with overuse
and when you finally drown
I'll drink with the boys

you gather branch after branch
and lay them against your knees
when you burn
I'll fan the flames to warm myself

I've had my crew
lash me to the mast
and when you sing your next song
it'll be your last

the sound of a word
echoed shortly by the next
the misery of complete fucking silence

rain, and tears and bleating
and we're still yawning
as good as dead

there's a digging beneath the gums
and you have to fucking pay for it

the last time we tried to bleed parts of the body
for the sake of salvage
many people kissed
many flowers of all sorts

and dipped their heads
over mounds of earth
of earth

an ideal action would be to cut off all the limbs
at source, and set them to sea
another option is to write a pointless and forlorn
love letter to your scandalous wife on shore

you should know by now
that all hope is lost in the belly of a whale
you should know by now
nobody's coming home

9. How To Avoid Huge Riffs

"can we turn the music off please
exactly. fine. no, no it's fine, actually I don't
undress yourself, quickly
you're beautiful, it's okay"
such innocence
upper lip white
and bottom lip blue
such fragrant incense

lost in lust's perfume
a slender wrist
a withered frame
wrapped in tarpaulin
blemished skin

"I don't know, whiskey, wine
literally whatever you've got
I don't hate you
I just said I didn't
I just said I didn't, right now"
sun-blemished, white-washed
ghost-like

you're beautiful
"this is impossible"
your portrait stillness
"it's borderline fucking pointless"
so elegant
like a lotus flower hand-carved in ice
as inviting as christmas lights

like a fallen deity
draped in chinese jade
so ornate

let me miscarry for you
I'm in need of the protein
an exceeded dose
a struggled breath
a flatline
such a tragic coda

the church bell tolls
and the church bell chimes
for the last time
like singing the blues for the last time

the cry of the choir
ascends like a sex crime
your back is an open canvas
your legs are like bear-traps
murderous and unforgettable
faultless and listless

I should have heaved
the barbed stems from my throat
the guilt of the world
upon which we can hang ourselves
the collapse
fashion a smile through the white noise

and I can't take this anymore

the first was a suicide note
the second a proposition of marriage
the third was a suicide note

an aching head
an unspoilt bed

like a flower
hand-carved in ice
and about as inviting as christmas lights

can we turn the music off please
it's not consistent with the ambience

your hair, teeth, skin, eyes

another murder
with hands like these

can we turn the music off please
it's not consistent with the ambience

10. Morbid Angel Delight

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PALEHORSE LYRICS