PALEHORSE LYRICS

1. Waited

[Instrumental]

2. What Community, What Scheme

another fucking nightmare of bashing heads together oh dear, I'm such a fucking nightmare melting heads together you thought that you had the answer but you didn't even fucking try you thought you could
get away with murder but you didn't even fucking try thought you had the answer but you didn't try not now liar lies fucking her you lied to fuck her liar "nigger please on your knees you heard the command do as you're told" the genealogy of your whole scene are you so
fucking comfortable that you've got a flag for your sexuality are you so fucking comfortable that you can trace your root back to zero no and dominate against everyone and this might be your final try for you to make that leap I'd love you or your breath you're right we
all deserve to die and now you are perfect and now you make your shape a halo of blades of grass and strands of hair and then the arms descend to a place like Christ from nowhere I can hear the grinding of my teeth blood-loss and anvils to have nothing in common with
yourself and to stand very quietly in a corner content that you might breathe let's take a final dip in bottles and silt how to vomit over daddy's death kitchen cloth, break and vowels quit fucking up you've got the keys still your shaking hands you're at the door please
father one request as your parting shot close the door

3. We Cannot Love You

I bought yards of piano wire to lace my boots, to floss my teeth and I've read ever frame of each bony wrist as these adorn my neck and I ask myself why I listen to the country music telling me why
these tears and abuse are like fire christ, it's the blank of the tryst where I complain, where I can scan the face, and scan the feet and not worry about what else ever meets I've got 200 fears and one chance of hope it's the bravest scam of my fucking life oh my dear,
please open up your fucking eyes and I wonder what would we do what would we do without saloon doors christ, I'm desperate, there's no appeasement there's not a chance in waiting I'll carry these scars in a satchel dig up, dig in, lose faith, burn out, head down, broad
smile, drink hard, shake hands, sleep bad, turn back, make love, read books, write words, make friends, get tired, and give up and I lost my place every time a loved one was lost or the places in between these arms are like a trial these eyes love action they shunt and
mine any fucking regrets say you're godless; you're now my blessed saint play my cards right and god willing it's fucking death to me it's fucking death to me those drunk conversation in the back of my mind and your dark black make-up's in the back of my mind the way you
held my chin up in the back of my mind and your fucking campaigning eyes in the back of my mind your palm shoving the wall in the back of my mind and the stained tip of your tongue in the back of my mind and there's another, your broken heel in the back of my mind and
your fucking gaping mouth still opens in the back of my mind your bleeding knuckles in the back of my mind and I repeat myself: your fucking campaigning eyes live in the back of my mind the back of every love song every broken heart I laid myself away with country songs
about tears and abuse and I lost my fucking place every time a lost love was forced centre-stage stages, trials, trials you're the one who wept the one who grieved deafening steps and claps to your soliloquy the clap of hands as I scan the face your face I've seen you
wafting up in a plume of almond smoke behind me just where you set up a chair but you don't have the fucking guts and anyway this mirror's telling me that I won't care I've been there youth confused about hair and if it hurts comedic so I turned away from the mirror and
this is guilt, this is guilt the edges of my eyes were screaming at me, so don't lie I told you once that it's not safe to try to stuff someone into your face but you don't have a fucking clue and you don't have the fucking guts to tell the fucking truth yellow fever ten
times a year believe in fear I smashed you is it a mirror, or is it truth I'm seeing here before me hold a candle up to this flue I looked again into it's face and the mirror is whispering to me again, you're not there so don't lie and the back of my throat gather
children witness me fuck myself but you don't have a fucking clue and you don't have the guts to tell the fucking truth

4. I'm Afraid We're Still In Wheechairs

wheelchairs we look like hand-finished babies swinging from our mothers' cradles screaming at decibels the heat is unbearable we are like hand-finished babies swinging
in fabric cradles scratching with fingernails the heat is unbearable grinning and bearing is endlessly soothing unfortunately, we're both still in wheelchairs on both sides of the pavement pissing ourselves and dribbling on both sides of the pavement grinning and bearing
is endlessly soothing grinning and bearing is ended wheelchairs line up my friend there's a grave to dig please know that I'll force a smile but can you will me just one more mile please help my friend there's a fucking grave to dig line up there's a fucking grave
grinning and bearing is endlessly soothing

5. The Guiltiest Secret

storm a storm stormbringer rise fury wings rain-maker bring it do it now all life is just a slowed down heart attack so
don't look around just feel down just wash it all away to your favorite place: the drain all life is just a slowed down cardiac arrest and the guiltiest secret I know is you want it, so so bad heart beating, breaking passing fad maenads deep in drink bad luck you
headless, poet, lyrist, orpheus give in give up soiling the hebrus driftwood on the shores of lesbos where at least they'll bury your skull face-down knee-deep subsumed in bitumen darkening, forming, contraction cracks we'll drape the insides and entrails like so many
ornaments across the naked picture rail and we will always remember how to stave off sleep with arguments, tears and drink stained-glass cabinets useless artefacts your mouth loves you sweating, bleeding clean, eyes ahead I left two notes for you in south-west London
thank god you won't find them two deeply selfish documents these arms are anvils these shoulders will soon give way toothless, the jaw drops bleeding clean, eyes ahead this will be my last drink I promise you, I promise me blankly scanning the walls the stench, the
weight of these artefacts these fucking dreams are over-run with images and thoughts of death this is the god-awful truth and, I promise you, this is not a cry for help this is the ugly reality this is not a lie







PALEHORSE LYRICS