|  i feel this way
well today was pointless like life, i just hope things could go right sometimes, well here are somemore lyrics and pictures
 Blood Brothers
 Best band in the world
 Bright eyes
Blood Brothers
If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know I know I know I know
and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know I know I know I know
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know (x4)
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know (x4)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know (x4)
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know (x4)
which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?
If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just wanna know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
Things are never what they seem, the peacocks static melodies.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
The Mars Volta And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong?
Of pavolov lore
They ran rampant through the floors
Is this wrong?
Feels so wrong
Happened on a respirator
In the basements
Are they gone?
are they gone?
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tenticles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets
Now there are those who find
Comfort in the breathing
Wrong
is it wrong?
It houses the watchful eyes
They're panting in a pattern in droves
Are they gone?
Happened on a respirator bet
In the basements
Is it gone?
Now they're gone
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Sanctioned a dead letter pure
trackmarked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tape worm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cacooned meat
infra-recon forgets
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made the strong
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew the plans they had for us
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
Tentacles smirk please
Flinch the cacooned meat
Infra-reco forgets
gotta be a way
Of getting out
Are you just growing old?
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets Bright Eyes The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed then some apology
like I didn’t want to tell you this
it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with
oh I don’t know the past couple of weeks I guess.
Thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start.
Hear the casket close.
Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat.
Still laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I don’t understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial like a T.V. set.
Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh
this weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply.
You know not what you do.
But you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha.
But I remember everything
the words we spoke on freezing South street.
And all those morning watching you get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror.
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors
always made you feel better.
So now we speak with ruined tongues
and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone.
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
but there was once you said
you hated my suffering and you understood
and you’d take care of me.
You would always be there,
well where are you now?
Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh,
the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twine dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
from that same head that you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die.
As I sing and sing of awful things,
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
you get another clumsy chord.
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I will give you only one reply,
I know not who I am
but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles and always one sided,
nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack.
He says the choices were given
and now I must live them or just not live,
but do you want that?
Thats About it Bye |
