More Songs About Death

by Censor Static

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released 07 June 2009
all music/lyrics (c) censor static 2009

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i am an electro-experimental rock act that tries to blend all the styles that inspire me together in a cohesive and captivating way. i consider myself much more a storyteller than a songwriter, but i've still got a lot to learn about doing either.

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Track Name: Opening/Choked
You may not see her,
but I can feel her.
My mind awash in memory,
and a barely beating heart.

It's hard to see through tragedy.
But I know, through the ash and the snow -
The air we breathe has swallowed her whole.
And I know, in an autumn so cold.

Hand over hand.
Fingers intertwined.
Shouts over screams.
Panic in her eyes.

She's not alone.
She'll come back home.
You're not alone.
Come back home.
Track Name: A Host of Sorrowing Friends
In a smokey hotel room,
he sits, he sits.
And he waits.
Silently making decisions
to himself and to the fireplace.

In one hand he has the future,
in the other his sombre past.
His choice is only made simpler
knowing that the future never really lasts.

[He had not an enemy in the world, but leaves behind a host of sorrowing friends.]
Track Name: The Piano Company
Feel it swimming.
The little soldier.
With every second, a second older.
A second over.
Over.

Walking on water wasn't so easy.
The Morris this time of year is freezing.

A little pinch on the back of your neck.
I hope you can only feel it.

(Feel it)

Feel it kicking,
moving upward.
All the future just above her.
Above her.

She's young and free, but not today.
She cannot breathe, she's not okay.

Get your boots on, save your daughters.
Papa, save your daughter.

(Feel it)

Oh, the love lost wasting time.
While she pounds on cold mirrored glass.
Clumsy tumbling through this white.
Make it fast. Make it fast. Make it fast. Make it fast.
Track Name: 488 East 139th Street
Little white sneakers, in a little white dress,
with a little white necklace, on her little white neck.
She's all dolled up, she looked her best,
she looked her best for destiny.

The saying goes it comes for those,
and only those who it has chose.
The saying says they will deserve it,
but I don't know if Diana heard it.

(Run, Diana, run)

Maybe if she'd spent her time,
on Earth a little wiser wise,
the skies would open up
and her creator look her in the eyes.

He says:

I know you're young, I know you're smart,
I know you've got a lot of love in that tiny little undeveloped heart.
But we all got reason and not enough time,
and we all got mountains much too hard to climb.

So I’m showing you a shortcut, I am giving you a break,
because the life that you are leading ends up much too hard to take.

So take my hand and run Diana, everything will be okay.
Just watch that curb and mind the headlights, they're coming your way.
Track Name: Vacation Songs
Up until now, the sun had shared enough of its light.
That I could survive the rest of my days here.
But since you came and brought with you your clouds.
I find the sound of thunder to be far too loud.

[I am not your lover, I am just a friend.
I will never be yours' and you will not be mine.
I didn't want to write you a love song.
The words just spilled out into these lines.]

I don't think it's much to ask for a bit of shade.
Or shelter from the storm that's pounding against my brain.
Sink this ship, this sea is far too rough to sail.
We'll find a home on one of these thousands of islands.

And we'll sing.
[About all the things we hate about each other.]
And we'll dance.
[Imagine all the ways we can die.]
To the sun.
[And the way that it blisters our skin.]
And the songs.
[Maybe they'll end up sounding in tune.]

[Lay here in the sand, put away your makeup love.
The ocean will wash it all from your eyes.
No need for things that make you look beautiful.
I can already see straight through your disguise.]

I'll spend my evenings in the surf and you can read your books.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to not have to impress?
Just the birds and trees will dance to our vacation songs.
Lose ourselves to the sounds of sleep and the hymns of the bullfrogs.

Take a breath.
[Close your eyes, maybe it feels better.]
Put up your feet.
[Make the best of a terrible day.]
Lie with me.
[It's not so bad in the end.]
Sing along.

We're lost but I feel at home.
The sea has swallowed up that rusty boat we once owned.
Live out what's left amidst the sand and the stone.
Build a house and call this little island our own.
It's nice not being alone.

And we sing.
[About all the things we love about each other.]
And we dance.
[Imagine all the years to come.]
To the sun.
[And the way it makes us look beautiful.]
To the songs.
[Never ever ever out of tune.]

And we'll stay.
Because here,
We know right.
We belong.

Shorts, but no shirt.
Feet in the ocean.
Soak soak soak.
Soak up all the sad.

[I will be your lover, I am your best friend.
I hope I am yours' and you for sure are mine.]

We're lost but I feel at home.
It's nice not being alone.
I love not being alone.
Keep me from being alone.
I know you want to go home.
Keep me from being alone.
Please don't leave me alone.
Please don't leave me alone.