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Led
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I was LED by fires at night to a lake all rippled with white. Stars blinked back above and below. I drank the water, cold and slow. I will tear into this night, though my hands are shaking and my body's breaking down. I will set myself alight and be a fire for waking when my sun is hushed by clouds. I saw myself in those shallow shores. My heart it moved--shook free from ore and mountains moved in me and I awoke. My back rippled and I fell free from yoke. I will tear into this night, though my hands are shaking and my body's breaking down. I will set myself alight and be a fire for waking when my sun is hushed by clouds. Have some patience with me, I'm getting the LEAD out.
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Alive
08:54
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I've been getting to an age, when roots should be reaching. I see a boy on the promenade and his hands are reaching. His father's arms are anchor ropes, no his hands aren't shaking. I had a dream in black and white, with a lover by me sleeping soundly. The sun nuzzled me awake and I slipped out quiet to make some coffee. We drank it on our covered porch and that was everything, oh, that was all. I woke alone knowing why, oh my hands were shaking. No the future's not for me--Sisyphus don't dare to dream. I'm in love with brick and ivy. I'm tickled by tree branches and church spires. The sun pours light on the top of the clouds, the sun pours light on me, and life is unceasingly lovely so why don't I want to be ALIVE? Every morning I wake up and I feel like I'm rolling myself to the top of this mountain overlooking the sea and it's a shear drop to the jagged rocks below and I look down with my head unsettled and the ocean is rolling on as far as I can see and it's beautiful and endless and it's everything I am not but I can see myself a part of it--body on the rocks opened up like a shot through basket of fruit and I like the look of my blood diluting into sea foam but only for an instant--then I'm clutching my breast and pulling me back knowing all too well I'll be in the same familiar space tomorrow morning inching myself ever closer to the edge. I spent an evening with a friend and the drinks were flowing and I felt bright and full of life. I felt the lightness melt away as I drove homeward less than sober. I heard the guardrail call my name and I started saying, oh aloud I was saying. "I want to crash into a pole" oh, I said it again and again and again and again. No the future's not for me--Sisyphus don't dare to dream. I'm in love with brick and ivy. I'm tickled by tree branches and church spires. The sun pours light on the tops of the clouds, the sun pours light on me, and life is unceasingly lovely. But the bricks all boxed me in and the ivy clung too tight and the trees grew dead and brittle, oh, I grew dead and brittle and the church spires would damn me to fire for loving who I've loved--for loving her the way I loved her and for loving him at all. And maybe I'm just not meant for daylight but I am still ALIVE oh I am still ALIVE.
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Flameless
04:00
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I took her hand into mine and showed her my palm stained red with wine. I took her cup and I drank it down and I wore her body like a crown. Why do you hide away from me? Come fill my lungs with gasoline. I am not some FLAMELESS pyre. I've been lying in the briar. Come and cut me open please, stuff my gut with dried up leaves, fill my body with that fire. He was flint and friction every time his lips parted. I was dried up straw just there waiting for a spark. He was a matchstick blackened with ash. I'll be the back of your matchbox baby crash crash crash into me. I am not some FLAMELESS pyre. I've been lying in the briar. Come and cut me open please, stuff my gut with dried up leaves, fill my body with that fire. Peal my skin back, burn my soul pitch black. am not some FLAMELESS pyre. I've been lying in the briar. Come and cut me open please, stuff my gut with dried up leaves, fill my body with that fire.
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Statelines
05:17
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She was honeycomb and tongue tied palindrome and I was anything but easy. She was fair of skin but not quite porcelain and I was all too quick to break. She was lemonade that cut right through my summer haze. She's that biting kind of sweet. The way that ice cubes laugh when stirring in a glass, oh, she did sound the same to me. But I lost you to too much pride and too many STATELINES. Our bed was canopy and we were greenery and we were sweet humidity. I was metronome and over calculated pulses sticking rhythm to our bones. We tumbled out of clothes and we were well exposed but I was never sure that I was even real. I was such a bore I was a dead metaphor marking time between the miles and the pages and the lines and I lost you to too much pride and too many STATELINES. We set sail from each other that may with rope between us tied to each other's wrists so if ever we drifted too far we'd feel that tug, turn around, and return to the other's arms. You were my northern star guiding through dark places, pulling me from dark safety of port-bound-life. You were my partner and I loved you as well as I knew how, but you wanted me to unlock doors in me that I was too busy denying existed. When you undid that length of rope a haze of fog drew up and I could no longer see you. I was screaming your name into the night sky. You thought I'd stay put but I got lost and scared and dropped anchor. Now, love, there's a STORM shredding my sails to ribbons and I'm crashing around myself. The shoddy seams holding me together won't last, wave goodbye to my mast--it's just balsam and ash I'm just balsam and ash I'm just balsam and--I've got to go my love but I will love you forever. I miss your song my dove but I will love you forever. You can drag my name through mud and I will love you forever. You are in my blood and I will love you forever. After us I slept with him and I will love you forever. Even though I slept with him I will love you forever. Forever forever forever I will love you forever. But I lost you to too much pride and too many STATELINES. I lost you to too much pride and the STORM in my mind.
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Storm
09:02
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And what if the STORM ends? What if the lightning fades away, fizzles out over the bay, what if the STORM ends? What if the rain don't come? What if the grapes I grew for wine dry and wither on the vine, what if the rain don't come? What if I'm not built for cloudless days? What if you were never meant to see my face? What if the sunlight cuts me down scatters my shattered skin around and plants me in that dirty cracking ground? Hollow, broken me--in love with my entropy. And I've been taking shelter. I feel I've taken shelter all of my life, but that's a lie. And the STORM it rages on. My mind's a broken record that the needle's on. The sunlight calls to me says son you're unworthy of the dawn and the STORM it rages on. Hollow broken me--in love with my entropy. Oh no, what if I'm not me? What if I'm not me happy? The sun came flicking through the clouds to set my soul aflame and at once I fell in love with all the crevices of day. Well I crashed into that open air and I felt myself open. I'm blooming with the cherry trees, I'm swelling with the oceans. I'm loving myself at ease--buzzing right along with the honey bees. And if the STORM finds it's way back into my mind I know the Sun's still there behind. I'm looking at the sky these days, I'm always looking up. Intoxicating colors fill that blue inverted cup and all we see is infinite and it's infinitely gleaming. I'm drunk on all the spirits, can't you feel them teaming? I'm loving myself at ease--buzzing right along with the honey bees. And if the STORM finds it's way back into my mind I know the Sun's still there behind and I don't want to GIVE this up. I don't want to GIVE this up now. I'm loving myself at ease--buzzing right along with the honey bees. And if the STORM finds it's way back into my mind I know the Sun's still there behind. Oh, I know the sun's still there behind.
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Calluna
04:04
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I laid my body in the river bank and fell asleep in that heavy clay. It gave my skin an oppressive weight, oh how it blanketed me in grey, and when I woke it had turned to stone. When I woke I was cold as bone. It turned to plaster in sun-cast light, all cracked and brittle and gleaming white till I shook free from relief. I fell free, I felt the LEAD fall from me. I fell free, not even I can hold me down, and I will run forever through fields of blooming CALLUNA, oh, I fell free and I will strike out naked tot the blistering day. I will run through the STORM and to the stars I will say "I am here, I am present, I'm ALIVE." I think my soul's the honey and my body's the hive! I fell free, I felt the LEAD fall from me. I fell free, not even I can hold me down, and I will run forever through fields of blooming CALLUNA, oh, I fell free. I am me full of fire and rust and dust and love. I'm screaming with my own voice now, just try and shut me up. I fell free, I felt the LEAD fall from me. I fell free, not even I can hold me down, and I will run forever through fields of blooming CALLUNA, oh, I fell free.
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Sunday
04:47
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You came to me that SUNDAY. I had a belly full of bees and you had a taste for honey and clover in your cheeks. Your hand was like a sparrow nestled in my palm and our lips danced a bolero when you pulled fire from my lungs. Then we were picking at clothes like carrion--tear the flesh from that easy prey. We fell naked into the raven night, to my sheets in stunning disarray. I think you left an echo, of you inside my bed. When I fold myself into the sheets I can feel you in the thread. Come back to me and fill my hollow arms. I love you and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. You're talking to me somedays. You say you're loving someone new. So I'm sleeping with the ghost of you. Thank god for the ghost of you. And I sent you pictures of my body--what the fuck am I doing? Come back to me and fill my hollow arms again.
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Give
08:56
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I've been tying myself up for you, do what you want to. Drink my blood until you've had your fill, I really want you to, I really want you. Just don't leave me stretched out and exposed. Just don't leave me naked and alone. You can scream his name into my mouth, I know you love him. You can shut your eyes I'll hush my doubts, whatever happens I'll just let it happen. Wait, but don't you fucking scream his name into my mouth, I'll have to scrape it from my throat in the morning. I can be the floor you be the clothes, throw yourself upon me rest your bones. I can be the stem you be the rose blooming off of me, my love you grow. You can come to me when he is gone, my door is open. God I am open. I want to feel your heartbeat in my arms, I'll try not to hold too tight. You can use me like he's using you, come to my bedroom, sleep in my bedroom. You better wash your skin before you do, don't make me taste him, no, please don't make me drink all of his sweat from out of your pores. I can be the floor you be the clothes, throw yourself upon me rest your bones. I can be the stem you be the rose, blooming off of me, my love you grow. I don't know how but you got me. I'm a fly in you honey, I will die in you honey, I'm licking your sugar off of my lips, I'm drunk on the liquor that's in your kiss. There's a curse in your name, babe, I've been sighing your name -- I've been breathing it out here in tiny ghosts, I've been giving them life with the things I wrote. He doesn't love you, he just takes what he can get. I guess that makes him more like you than you'd admit because you'll never love me, but when he breaks your heart I will try my best not to let you fall apart. I feel so blessed to have held your face. I feel so blessed to have felt this pain. Now I'm dancing in the rain and bathing in your name, I feel so blessed to have felt this way. You crashed into my life then you walked away. You found fire in my mouth and you fed the flame, and I know you felt that heat. I felt you sweating through my sheets. I know what I felt because I felt it and that won't change. That fine line between selfless and helpless? I'm walking it. I crawled too close to your bootheel and I got kicked. No, I know it's not your fault. You were just trying to walk and I gave what I gave when I gave it--I wanted to GIVE. He doesn't love you (Everyone @ Zack: "He doesn't love you"). You'll never love me, but that's okay. He doesn't love you. He doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't--maybe he loves you. I really hope he does. You'll never love me and that's okay because I gave what I gave when I gave it. I wanted to GIVE. I wanted to give…
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Lead
04:36
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I felt LEAD like fire in my veins. So I left that lake and made my own way. You came through the dark and found me alone burning quiet in a blanket of smoke. I don't need saving and I don't need relief. I'll take these tattered bones and build a masterpiece. I fell free then I fell in. Love it ebbs, the world it spins. I fell dizzy drunk and sober again and so I go on and on until I fall again. I don't need saving and I don't need relief. I'll take these tattered bones and build a masterpiece. Have some patience with me, I'm getting the LEAD out.
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Apres Pompeii Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Always forward, that is the mantra.
Apres Pompeii is currently entering a new era. Gospels is an ongoing project that
will take form over the whole of 2013. With a full length album and seven EPs planned for the year, the path to its completion will undoubtedly be long and toilsome. This project’s focus is on the internal struggles and relationships that inform the way we interact with the world.
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