Альбом The Sound of Animals Fighting

In this room the hours of love
Differ in shades of grey
Still make shadows

In this room the hours of love
Differ in fears, we'll shake lovers
That on this day, search our dark noon

Where worms creep out in sunlight
To be raped
By birds as they feed
To be raped as they feed

Oh how, how is this worth waiting
It feels like it's rushed, rushed because you..
Oh, how they hesitate 'cause they already dream if you are
(Tell me you are staying, oh...)
They're calling you out
Is this a sign of the end, are we losing him?
..Is this is a sign of distress, are you losing him?
(of the stressed)

Tamasomajyotirgamaya {Take me from darkness to light}
Mrityormamritamgamaya {Take me from death to eternity}

Oh how, how is this worth waiting
It feels like it's rushed, rushed because you..
Oh, how they hesitate 'cause they already dream if you are
(Tell me you are staying, oh...)
They're calling you out
Is this a sign of the end, are we losing him?
..Is this is a sign of the stress, are you losing him?
(of distress)

Tamasomajyotirgamaya {Take me from darkness to light}
Mrityormamritamgamaya {Take me from death to eternity}
We separate, something's been raped
One submission only

Our house is a house that moves just like the Ocean
Just like the Ocean

My angel, Empathy
Drawn me beneath the wings, want slender fingers
Of our home's to feather leaf
Mother is a mouth upon
My neck, a pink bird
Swoon in the belly
And I don't wanna sing, I don't wanna say no
I don't wanna sing, I don't wanna say no
Luck today, my firehawk, gorgeous he will lay in gems
Luck today, my firehawk, gorgeous he will lay in gems

These words are simply small black statuaries
Between you and me, I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna say no
I don't wanna sing, I don't wanna say no
Luck today, my brother, gorgeous he will lay in gems
I don't wanna say no
Luck today, my brother, gorgeous he will lay in gems

Okay

The sun is setting, a distant hill
Pour the bottles at the horizon
The water tower bleeds from the heat
Paint the sun, guess my reaction
No retreat, not even in sleep
Days with a new direction

Take that step to the night
Beyond all that has created you
Dead, empty stares
Strike back with the hate of a young man's heart
Sing where you don't dare
I'll meet you there
We're the sunset in the end.

(Sanskrit)

After all, they made them robed
Repeating all, to live in her wall

Something to show me a change
You're wearing a mask from the night before
She's going places she should have never been
She should have never been

After all, they made them robed
Repeating all, to live in her wall

Something to show me a change
You're wearing a mask from the night before
She's going places she should have never been
She should have never been

Something to show me a change
You're wearing a mask from the night before
She's going places she should have never been
She should have never been

Something to show me a change
You're wearing a mask from the night before
She's going places she should have never been
She should have never been

(I'll see you there tomorrow)

It's just a little less
(Ah, sorry, sorry, Let me do that again)
It's just a lot like you're pushing too hard
It's just a little less
You compensate enough for your lack of, your lack...
(You gonna let me try that again?)
Your stamina plays tricks on us
It's no measure of adoration
Maybe I'm just not ready, everything in me feels...
Maybe I'm just not ready, we're here to wish you...
(Ah, sorry about that)

(You can justify just about anything)

It's just a little less
You compensate enough for your lack of, your lack...
Your stamina plays tricks on us
It's no measure of adoration
Maybe I'm just not ready, everything in me feels...
Maybe I'm just not ready, we're here to wish you...

And endless crowds of people, they walk upon this stone
Where will their memory go, where did their minds come from?
And I was only a child when I first looked into your eyes
And saw your body rise up over the ocean

We saw the golden boy bleed love onto the sand like rain
While we were injecting colors into our open veins
And deep beneath the water, the dead black silence crawled far away across the ocean

The golden boy is swallowed by the sea
And love is sometimes violent, and violence has no constraint
And I can see inside you, Yes, I can feel what you think
And with this knife of silver I will release your soul

And throw it out into the ocean, nine million miles in a straight line
In a place just like this, in a ship on the water, where no dimensions exist
My hands are hitting your picture, and the image, it shifts
I tear it up and scatter it over the ocean, the golden boy that was swallowed by the sea.

It's making me nervous how every day feels the same
Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away
So they stay

I found a good place for everyone I know to come and rest
All I ever wanted is for everyone I know to come and rest
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms
Meet my Phantoms

How's your body, how clean is your soul?
Why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they fly
Fall right in, let's talk, Maurice
If everything's fine, then why are you waiting for him?
How's your body, how clean is your soul?
Why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they talk
Fall right in, let's talk Maurice
If everything's fine, then what are you waiting for?
Kid, where's your pride?
Use your time, sure it's more than love and goals,
and love and goals both use your pride, use your time
Waste of life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul?
Waste of life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul?
Sure it's more than love and goals, and love and goals both...
(Since they try to lie, I said it's the truth
The monsters that walk among us..
X marks the trouble, X marks the trouble
This is me trying to get away
The monsters walk, it's brilliant
Just 2 eyes and you believe them
Don't try to lie, don't try to lie
I said it's the truth
X marks the trouble...)

Kid, where's your pride?
Use your time, sure it's more than love and goals, and love and goals both
Use your pride, use your time
Wasted life, feel the music change your mind
Where's your body, where's your soul
Wasted life, feel the music change your mind...
(Inaudible, sounds like humming, or chanting when reversed)

In this room the hours of love
different shades of grey
still make shadows...

Feel your hand, Stranger
Feel your hand, Stranger
Fill your hand, Stranger

I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in hand
Comforted by, the Lions of substance
A solitude parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hole's water

These three angels used to be attorneys
It is such a serious thing to me
Oh, how i search through the memories
Such an experience for me
Silence creating bold letters
Like not and better
These three devils used to be apologies
These three angels used to be monuments
I tried to find that feeling from that letter
For my consistencies
It was such a painful thing to see
When the shadows didnt bend
Like now and then
These three devils used to be apostrophes
So I destroyed a monument
So what

I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in hand
Comforted by, the Lions of substance
A solitude parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hole's water

Inevitably
It's starting to bleed
And couldn't be stopped, that's justice
Incredible luck, to lift and be struck
What curious things..

A moment to think, before we will sing
The beauties alined, so sweetly
And don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid...

Does this look like that?
(My bumpkin boy)
How cruel you get
I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

Our souls are unrest
What kind of pride is this?
Dry your, dry your eyes
The salt is warmed
If burning the flesh means finding the one

Does this look like that?
(My bumpkin boy)
How cruel you get
I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

(Flesh is heretic
My body is a witch
I am burning it)

My bumpkin boy
How cruel you get
I've started again
My bumpkin boy
To miss your hand...

new music
new listening
not an attempt to understand something
that is said
for if something were being said
the sounds would be given the shapes of words
just an attention to the activity of sound
new means change the method
new means change the experience
and new experiences change man
whenever we hear sounds we are changed
we are no longer the same
after hearing certain sounds
and this is more the case
when we hear organized sounds
sounds organized by another human being
music
our entire system of values
of the things we accept to be true
is based on the visual sounds
you have to sign a paper because your word is not enough to be trusted
as a result the acoustic faculty in human beings has declined
as it has become possible to define a continuum between sounds and noises
completely new problems have come up when we compose or play intuitively
because we have no training whatsoever in balancing tones and noises
traditionally in western music
noises have been taboo
and there are precise reasons for this
it has become from began from the time when staff notations were introduced
traditionally in western music
noises have been taboo
and there are precise reasons for this
it began from the time when staff notations were introduced
and music could be noted in precise intervals for the first time
then it was mainly vocal music
some predominantly with vowels rather than consonants
if i sing a melody of consonants now, people would say it isn't music
we have no tradition of music composed in these sounds
and no notation for it
there you see how narrow our concept of music is
from having excluded consonants the noises
of course you find consonants in vocals music
but only in order to make a word comprehensible
thats the function of a consonant in our daily language
to clarify the meaning
but in a musical sense
consonants have no function other than as accents
s s or t or k
to start or end sound clearly
i respond to sounds directly
sound is my air
whenever i deal with sounds they organize themselves, so to speak
they respond very well to me
and i to them