Violent Moan EP

by WON TON DEATH

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released 30 May 2013

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Track Name: Down By The Train Tracks
I live down by the train tracks
Track Name: Coral Pink
I've got my agents in the audience
To laugh at my jokes, clap for my songs
Thank god I told them all to come
Cause no one wants to dance for no one
Hooray, hooray, hooray, it is saved
Cause I've been shaking all day

Woahhhhh, woahhhhh

Coral, coral pink
Show me what I can and cannot do
Coral, coral pink
Show me what I can and cannot do

Glimpsed you out there in the crowd
It means so much to me that you came
The last one never showed, I can't believe (I can't believe)
But you're here, and hooray
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray

Coral, coral pink
Show them what I can and cannot do
Coral, coral pink
Take their fucking breath away
Coral, coral pink
Take their fucking breath away
Track Name: Reservoir 6
Meet me on the shores of reservoir 6
Bells repine and oh I'm pining too, for you
And where the flèche and the flesh conflate
I'll always see your face

Isn't it funny how all the
People that you meet out on the streets
Won't ever be intelligible
No they'll never make themselves known to you
You're left to wander off confused
You're left to wander off confused
You're left to wander off confused
Without a clue, without a clue, without a clue

Meet me on the shores of reservoir 6
Bells repine and oh I'm pining too, for you
And where the flèche and the flesh conflate
I'll always see your face

You and my mom are the only ones
That I want to know
Cause everyone else is cannibals
I felt like this in high school
And I thought that it was just a phase
But maybe this is the wisdom of old age
Maybe this is the wisdom of old age

Meet me on the shores of reservoir 6
Bells repine and oh I'm pining too, for you
And where the flèche and the flesh conflate
I'll always see your face
Track Name: Interlude
Woooooaaoaoaaoaaaah
Track Name: Vertigo
Where, where was the light?
We found our way
Through the absence of
Meaning or sight
Through that solid night

We are on top of the world
This view inspires vertigo
We swoon in unison
In this place we do not know

We are on top of the world
We are on top of the world
We are on top of the world

We found our way
Through the absence of light
Doesn't it feel so satisfying?
Standing atop this high peak
Laughing at the thought of dying
Track Name: Everything Explodes
In the wake of the glaciers' melting
After all the, the wells have run dry
When the tides recede and the clouds float apart
And the doors are opened
And the sun shines through

And everything explodes
Oooooooooooh

So even if my, my head is aching
And even if my, my heart is frozen
I'm gonna try to remember
Try to remember what I learned
About the nature of the world and how
Everything explodes
Ooooooooooooooooooooh
And everything explodes
OoooooOOoOooOooooOOOooh
Track Name: Glass/Flint
Scraping a mirror
To take what's behind
Just dusty drywall
Is that what you had in mind?

The space in between projections and self
The flesh fails to be anything else

Scraping that mirror
Just fucking get over it
Those peripheral glints
Are sparks of glass on flint
Glass on flint, glass on flint

[What I saw in the mirror was:
A mere image, a meek homage,
My homily to myself,
My faith and my creed,
My credence in the creekbed,
Where is buried a mirror
Whose clean glass prints images
Of pond scum, brown green

Sink into a
Brown green field of vision,
Field of insight beneath the slow tin
Surface unbreakable from beneath by wings
Regardless of fluttering,
Flailing attempts to break
From brown green and to break
From self]

Scraping a mirror
To take what's behind
Just dusty drywall
Is that what you had in mind?

The space in between projections and self
The flesh fails to be anything else
Anything else, anything else, anything else

Scraping that mirror
Just fucking get over it
Those peripheral glints
Are sparks of glass on flint, glass on flint

The space in between
Your boiling cells is a bodily hell
The flesh fails to be
A revolution in itself