PALEHORSE LYRICS

1. What Is Wrong With You People?

This process reeks of shit
This handshake smells of vomit
This kiss burns the lips
I love you all, and I'm ashamed of it

What's the point if no-one's watching
Now sweating and hateful and frightful and hopeful
I'm riding the train and thinking about death - it's fairly pathetic
I'm embarrassed about it, but I'll get there with or without your help

Brave horizons? What horizons?
Why do you still keep your hands in the air?

I would love to tell you everything
I would tell you everything
If it wasn't the same old fucking story
I'm sorry

Our hands are clean
Perhaps not mine
A tomb to share
And don't claw out

What the fuck did we do to deserve this?
This isn't a gift, it's a burden
This isn't for friends, it's for hermits
This isn't the end it's our birthday

What the fuck did we do to deserve this?
This isn't a joy, it's a fucking car crash
It's painful enough without the tinnitus
This isn't the end, this isn't the end

I'm ashamed of it
This isn't the end

2. Don't Bitch My Shit

Andy, I know your mates
Andy, I've read your books
Andy, I know your mates
Andy, I know their games

They are good mountain dogs
Search and rescue
Special ops

Leave

The Pakistan army are better than Chris
They know the bandits
You cannot expect beings
Even with zero intelligence
To deal with discrepit things like you

God almighty Andy
The U.S.A.F dumps on everyone
Especially kids

Don't you care, Andy?
Don't you care about the kids, Andy?

Can't you go to D.C.?
And dump D.C. for good?

Roger that, over and out

Commander shit squad

3. Five Grown Men (Holding Hands And Staring At The Ocean)

Light shines through
Holes from the staples
The slits in your hips
Drool and albumen

Holiday Inn
Wedding reception
I have never
Felt so cold

Red brick powder
Torn nylons
Eucalyptus leaves
Rattling like bones

We were cutting nails
We were cutting nails and you're cutting our thoat
The trials of a wife
The trials of a wife at the edge of the woods

In a 12 x 12
Yourself to blame
All bets are off
Your dear dog is dead

It's about time
Mountains folded
Across and beneath
Your beaten brow

I'm drowning here
And you're describing the water

There is no humour in heaven

We've all lost!
Holy Christ!
What a thought!

There is no crumb of comfort
And as a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops

With limp arms and verdigris
Sallow cheek absurdity

Fuck this open wound
Spattering on your chest

So, did you think it right
To heave open God's eyes?

They are blind!

Our hung clothes are a dead version of us
And our hung clothes, they are a dead version of us
Aversion of us
Our hung clothes are a dead version of us

Let's fall down the stairs together

Broken nails and bloodshot eyes

So he's glued to the bed, immovable eyes
Gripping the hand, dependable wife
He said: "I'm not afraid of death my darling,
I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid I'm terrified of life"

A stampede of bad will
Broken nails and bloodshot eyes

"I'm not afraid of death my darling,
I'm terrified - I'm terrified of life"

Sunscreen and alabaster
Cattle skulls and cheap cigars
Let's fall down the stairs together
Glued to the bed, immovable eyes
Gripping the hand, dependable wife
He said: "I'm not afraid of death my darling, my dearest.
My darling I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life"

"Brave tales have I. They're brave tales of life"
Glued to the bed, immovable eyes
Gripping the hand, dependable wife

I've said our hung clothes
Are a dead version of us

He's glued to the bed
Immovable eyes
Gripping the hand, dependable wife
"I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life"

4. Full Power Anglo-Gambian Rinseout

I don't see so pretty
Twilit, fat and dripping
You don't seem so pretty
Varicose and veins rippling

I don't see so pretty
Red curtains swishing
You seem much less pretty
With these strange growths listering

(In the dark, dark city)

I don't see so pretty
You're fading, oh fickle pale mistress
Your body, a dreaming dense city
I don't like to share your streets
Speckled, spattered, seeping
How to erase these streaks

(I'll just carry on with headphones on)

Where are your friends?
They are losing weight
An old man once said
To see out the night
Keep your head to the door

I'm so upset about everything
But no amount of whimpering
Is going to change that
We'll salivate blind

Be home soon with a twist in the mouth smiling
Be home soon with a twist in the mouth crying

5. Bird Feed

Perfect, perfectly visceral
Streets of the viscera
Watch where you step
Greasy, gristly cadavers
Left for the scavengers
Watch where you step

Red and white
And a touch of blue

Droppings of a cannibal
Watch where you tread
Across from each other and on every corner
Cottages of the damned

Marrow red and off white
And a touch of bruise

Do you think they can taste it?
The fact that they're related?

What a grisly avenue
I hope you're not wearing
Your very best, finest shoes

Pavement poachers
Highway, high street vultures
Liveried in colours, bromodic and dullen
Where's your sense of shame
Where's your sense of shame

Spewing forth from the mouths of doves
Let blood bleed
Open your beak
Let blood bleed
Salty and battered
Freckled and spattered
Let blood bleed

Club-footed red, faeces white, come hither blue

6. Charnel No.5

Across the crowded room
I can't but catch your perfume
You are like an empty room
Like it's only me and you

Who is fooling who?
Are you a flesh eater in bloom?
Is it the dead cert of the tomb?
Or your body's inexorable ruin?

Like a beacon in the gloom
Like a siren's crooked tune
It's as if the sun and moon
Grind and gravitate around you

I think you can guess
What happened next

7. Skin Flick

All harm starts here
Asked for nothing
Left with nothing

All this time ebbs away
All this time slips away
All this time drifts away
All this time ebbs away







PALEHORSE LYRICS