Category: Lyrics

Wye Oak – Civilian [Official Lyrics]

The official lyrics to Wye Oak’s Civilian.

Wye Oak are an outstanding indie band from Baltimore and have been kind enough to provide me with the lyrics to their album via email correspondence.  These are the official lyrics to Wye Oak’s Civilian.  Thank you Andy and Jenn!  And please support the band by finding them on tour or buying their music via wyeoakmusic.com.

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Kevin Cossom – By Any Means Lyrics

The complete lyrics to Kevin Cossom’s mixtape By Any Means.

I’m a huge fan of urban singer/songwriter Kevin Cossom so I took the time to transcribe the lyrics from his latest mixtape By Any Means to the best of my ability.  There are a few spots that I couldn’t make out, but you will find this is the most complete collection of lyrics from the album available.  Leave a comment if you think you know the parts I missed.

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The King Of Limbs Lyrics

The complete lyrics to Radiohead's <em>The King Of Limbs</em>.

As no official lyrics have been released for Radiohead’s latest studio album, message boards and fansites have been feverishly trying to decipher Thom Yorke’s latest poesy.  Using the most agreed upon verses and making some necessary alterations of my own, I offer you the complete lyrics to The King Of Limbs.

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Bed Of Nailguns

skip town and run
beg me undone
check your reasons

tremble on knees
tensions shape me
debt for my peace

try to explain
dead is my faith
fresh fish each day

prepare for me
bells toll nightly
debtors will plead

now i’ll be free on a bed of nailguns
if i believe we all see the sun
and now i’ll be free on a bent straight-edged creed
if now i believe in a debt to the weak

Sin Hound (Deacons & Camouflages)

stained glass…soiled red from the mass
lush words…but your souls still hurt
a crafted plan…for your salvation
routine liturgy…led by spirit-beings

a community that’s as thick as thieves,
watching tv screens,
praying silently

picture everyone lined up in rows,
dressed in sunday clothes,
their faces saintly glow,
hiding secrets no one knows

if i believe in a beckoning tone,
if i believe in it, bless the unknown
if i believe in a bell to change me,
if i believe in the best that i’ve seen

if i believe
in a better scapegoat,
in a betrayal code,
in a blessing of stone,
if i believe it will ignite my hope

if i believe in a breath of fresh terror,
a demonstration, a dead condition

if i believe it then death follows crime,
debtors go free, wrong you must be

if i believe in it, then i can’t see
then i can’t breathe
if i believe in it, then i save face
in selective grace

run from belief when pressure points lead
as questions abound, i’ll choose their haunting

Lyrics

listening to two of my favorite bands, incubus and the mars volta, has inspired me to print lyrical selections from a couple songs.  these songs in some way are connecting with me as i struggle with apparent religious shortcomings of our times.  take them for what they are; let them speak to you what they will.

incubus’ “rogues”:

i’m keeping an eye on the future, an eye on the past
and the present in my pocket
just in case i need a door into a brave new world
where all solutions end up with my head buried to my neck in sand

enough, enough bowing down to disillusion
hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
the ripple effect is too good not to mention
if you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention

i’m keeping an eye on the pulse, an ear to the track
and penance in a locket i’m dropping from the highest floor
when it hits the ground i watch it smash to pieces
songs of liberation echo from the dust, the dust

enough, enough bowing down to disillusion
hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
the ripple effect is too good not to mention
if you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention

the mars volta’s “meccamputechture”:

amputechture came, philistine praise
bottomless pit of empty names
incarcerated habits pour from the palms
severing the breast nursing all the young

they went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
where the holiest of water would have you to drown

tomorrow we forget because now has never left
you gotta find my body in the mechacontext

you give me a corpse, you live in it now
you stir from a camp nourishment plows

please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments

everyone stabs all the time
persuasion deflowers your sympathy
everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me

this dirt is turning christ to make repent again
so i’ve heard they’re cutting all the youngest ones
said this dirt is turning christ to make repent
so i’ve heard that the puppet tugs its pull

please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments

everyone stabs all the time
persuasion deflowers your sympathy
everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me

i will scald supreme truth
as it touches this house
i will scald supreme truth

please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments

scald supreme truth as it touches this house

it lacks a human pulse
it lacks a human pulse
it lacks a human pulse