Lyrics-Eyeless In Gaza
<Caught In Flux>
Sixth Sense
Outline; bland and forlorn...
a palpitation, a heartbeat murmur...
you stand inert,
frozen and harsh...
you twist in confinement, anticipatory...
you shield your mouth
under cover of hand;
looking as if from an oriental land...
and you finger the surface;
slight and shallow barbed in its significance...
glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable
thirsting for that which you cannot beg
steal or borrow...
Point You
discovered...uncovered and reeling in shame...
gagging, as fingers point into your own name...
looking in panic, in a moment of sweat,
bitter with distaste...a sweetness of perfume
declaiming in salt of regret...
found out in pious stench of outrage...
drumming the fingers in rhythm...
co-regulate an intimate education;
a relationship unfamiliar...
glazed and stunned in the process...
vacuum registers no firm affront at all...
Voice From The Tracks
rolling in their sockets...
a voice skids from the tracks...
anticipate derailment, flailing on your back...
consequential babble, foam and verbatim...
faces peer where you are lying choking, breaking,
cracking...
Scale Amiss
comparison; recognition of deficit...
hollow and unclear...
association to detriment,
insignificant and near...
a scale amiss, empty observations appear...
a scale amiss; disproportionate with fear...
you obey constant demands,
persistent in attack...
manipulating standards...
organising a sense of lack...
reasoning; utter
The Decoration
sheer opposite...
depth of feeling, hard space...
blank and unappealling dispute;
bridged with consolation...
if hideous untruths soothe and placate you,
it doesn't constitute a lie...
you're stepping in resignation...
you swim, tear with incrimination...
and then burn indignant, in your own stew...
and admit no self-guilt for the cage you built...
it doesn't constitute a lie...
Continual
constant, continual the flow of confusion...
scraping, annoying...believing situation...
damage with fervour...stability fixture,
clarity edge blurred...a complex and volatile mix-up...
to turn in cacophony...unclear in warped and emotive
distress...inarticulate, ravaging savage...
run rings in panic...in need of rest, in need of rest...
a pallor-like cacophony...unclear rife with certainly held at bay...
numbed by exasperating measures...
reeling under choking pressure...
odds stacked up emerging...
surfacing under pressure...
and you disregard, experiencing pleasure...
Soul On Thin Ice
bank on a return, count on a return...
to conclude pursuit of soul on thin ice...
drink thru veins...
pitch into jubilation, stretching taut brow,
a tangle of spite, drunken...
sunk, but graceful thru the half-gloom,
and smile...as tho you never knew of all the shadowy play
that sucks your blood, thats bleeding you dry whenever
your pulse thuds...
pitch into jubilation...conclude pursuit of soul on thin ice...
Rose Petal Knot
tangible...notions of certain direction
nestle in a rose petal of affection...
hard, in inflexible stiff lines of reason...
all bound, shrewd with self-defence...
shot thru with poison...noxious resentments,
rife with maleviolence...smashing the possible,
trampling on innocence...to strangle, scratch,
suffocate, strain; disconnect...poignant;
to anticipate bursting of strained floodgates...
Skeletal Framework
skeletal framework; clutch at straws,
edging on avarice...
a skeletal framework with nothing ever coming clear...
you fix your vision into heaven on earth...
you bend your vision...you force your vision...
and nothing is ever coming clear...
See Red
exaggeration of isolation...
incidents festering feasting on old wounds...
sensitivity unreasoning...see red...
see blind...see red...fear deep inside.
Half-Light
pictorial and vivid, piercing and pressing;
a romance of shadows, a half-light pretence...
a romance of shadows; tired and spent toleration levels,
on intimate extravagance, a radical departure,
an impartiality, a descent...a romance of shadows;
a half-light pretence, tired and spent...
Every Which Way
restless breathing in heated moment...
keeping impulse for at bay...
catching harsh sighs...aware of potency,
applied practically every which way...
so nerve wracking the minutes you pause
and hover in contemplation, in-between
stop and go...
sweat beads, in exasperation...
<The Eyes of Beautiful Losers>
Still Air
edge yourself into still surroundings...
agitate into space...
a clear room, a relief, a breath uncluttered...
strain to savour the sweet taste of a cut atmosphere,
coarse and choking...a suffocating intent,
stagnant, violent, clings oppressive;
loathe to relent...you talk to four walls,
you talk to no-one...
unfettered as air, a small voice whispers
calm insistence, consistently there...
Out From The Day-To-Day
hands join up to veil the face...senses stand aloof...
lips, wet with an acrid taste, are struck quite dumb and mute...
I am snatched out from the day-to-day,
torn from mundane view, with hands clasping
the subtle ways amnesia falls thru into cul-de-sacs,
where memories go, with no trace of the lines
I felt sure that I'd know...enveloped in stark duress,
the heart burns to forget...denial of this success;
waking up in sweat...splashed up, hacked down,
cut to size...hands clench into fists...
veins stand out and emphasise the slashing of wrists...
my face in my hands and feelings pour thru...
no trace of the lines I felt sure I know...
True Colour
prompted in loyalty to pursue effect...stationed in indolence
and frightening neglect...
constriction of movement thru misguided senses...
with no basis to flower in actual personal tenses...
and I am green, off-colour, a sickly hue inevitably...
and what will ensure will not impair the final view
of this digression; a harsh suppression of pure impulse...
all personal profit overridden and engulfed,
so vivid and plain now, as this choking position of lust
explodes in anger and repressed intuition...
isolation...such confusion of your vision,
so dominant an influence...such chagrin to sensitivitys
fruition...in a scale amis....as empty observations appear...
a scale amiss; and you, you are disproportionate with fear...
Keynote Inertia
distraught, in gnawing fashion...uncertain of intention...
multiple choices, tangled and tied, disrupt your firm attention...
with no thought cleanly defined...lost to indecision...
aimless... impetus wide of target...off mark...
easily missing... keynote inertia...momentum nulled...
uncertain of intention...short on perception...
distractions en masse disrupt your firm attention...
and, as the pre-determined options go, random is taking over...
concentration running wild, in blanket exposure...
keynote inertia.
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