This arrest out of from which I fled
Unencumbered now, and unimpressed
Through the thorns I sprung out from the nest
Through the thicket of your naked breasts
I came to come
I ran to run
and I'm out of breath
I named the son
my song is sung
and I'm dead at best
Who by fire now?
And who by jest?
Who by trial now?
And who by death?
Take my name, my face
and eat my flesh
End my days, my shame
and skin my skin
I burned the boat I swam to shore
and I'm out of breath
I slammed the door, I laid the whore
and I'm dead at best
I could have sworn I heard you say,
"I can fly."
I could have sworn I heard you say,
"I can fly."
We speak in tongues
but then, I do digress
When all is lost, we've got our nakedness
We drink in dirty waters and we eat the grass
We live in holy holes
and then we make amends
I'm stitches torn, I'm lovers scorned
and I'm out of breath
I'm meat for worms, I'm leaves that turned
and I'm dead at best
I made the call of the ancient law
and I'm out of breath
Oh, the wage of sin is emptiness
and I'm dead at best
I could have sworn I heard you say,
"I can fly."
I could have sworn I heard you say,
"I can fly."
On their latest for the great Goner Records, Memphis group Aquarian Blood reinvent themselves, delivering a batch of spectral dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2019