- Broken Throat Blues
Before you name me to yourself
Describe to me the plan
Prefigured in my blood
In my extinguished....
Decipher first the themes
Of my cool wicked lady dreams
And show me one holy thing just one holy thing
- Estela
Si me puedes escuchar nino pequeno?
Desde me celda abierto, esperando juicio?
Si me puedes detener la mano por un corto tiempo?
Debajo del cielo cerrado?
Through the copsewood I roam
Through birches of bone
And the wind verily moans, “Will you find her?”
- Look Down the Dark Barrel
Well all horses were once riderless and all will be so again
Along the same lines that contract that you signed has a rider or two to append
And recourseless, like Daedalus, well its a waxen way you wend
Youd like to sue the sun for that lightless run, but its later than that, my friend
Prechorus:
So set out, set off like a glowing hunk of chum beneath a new moon
Beneath a dark majestic shark infested sky
- Red Grass, Black Pasture
I will find you:
Below black pastures of the seas in roiled, dead debris of dreams.
I will find you:
above the bleached and breaking skies where angels masturbate and cry.
I will find you:
Behind the trite atrocities and little pestilential blights
that verge to obfuscate the pleas I use to verify your life.
Through the ashes. Through the flames. Through the playgrounds of the plagues.
- The Table Of Souls
One thousand steps to the demise of the day.
One thousand degrees while the sun flares and wanes.
As I stare at the curve of the spine of this land
One thousand bottles pass through my hands.
Now they say you’ve gone under but I saw you ascend
Holding aloft a gold ring and a brand.
Now a thousand meanings have clouded that code.
And one thousand sorrows have darkened my road.
- Thousand Star Hotel
Well, tonight we sleep
in a thousand star hotel
Among the stars and where they fell
through the turning sky
Where the twilight creeps
in slow motion carousel
It's thousand star hotel