Circle Takes The Square - In The Nervous Light Of Sunday
Bit quiet in /links tonight, I'll just drop this here with accompanying lyrics....
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Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...
(, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:24, Reply)
why
are you looking for a house in Stockton?
Try Kexgill www.kexgill.com/property_search.aspx
if you ask nicely, they'll help you find housemates
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Seventh is somewhat subdued, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:35,
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cheers
This is Stockton, USA and looks as if it is for students? I'm not a student
I'm looking for a house in Stockton, UK.
Thanks anyway :)
(, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:42, Reply)
my bad
england is on there, i just saw dollars and never read the page.. :/
(, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:43, Reply)
Yeah,
Stockton-on-Tees, UK.
I was there for four years until last year.
There's some surprisingly nice houses up there.
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Seventh is somewhat subdued, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:57,
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Nice
Yup, that's properly good. Any other songs by them you'd recommend?
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Dave McF wrote some words on, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:48,
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Crowquill
is bloody awesome, as is Same Shade as Concrete.
As The Roots Undo is definitely an album you won't regret buying/downloading - there really isn't a single bad track on it, it's all experimental and progressive and the lyrics in all their tracks are fantastic..
(, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 21:01, Reply)
YES!
Amazing song, amazing album, amazing band. Non-Objective Portrait of Karma is one of those songs that just hypes me up beyond belief.
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Angry Boss Bee I love horses, death to other animals, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 22:18,
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