1. |
Monk Song
05:13
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Drag the robes up from the bank
Oh the river was white and cold as hell.
I know, I know, I know
We brought you to the city.
You're like a bad-luck raven.
You'd drag a stone down faster.
Oh you told so many lies
In your quest to part her thighs
Give up your lust.
Come low in the dark
With the lowest of men
Try not to weep
Beneath the neon
(Group chorus)
Saintly, saintly, saintly eyes
See the dreamers in disguise
Light falls through the veil
Ah ah
You tow a vow across a highway
You pull swans through the snow
I know, I know, I know
You're a feeding frenzy
The reasons why we toil
Oh why we put ourselves in prisons
It's so no faces will appear
Above our shoulders
Come dream in the dark
With the wretchedest man
Far from the crowds
And the fast-food matrons
Come pray in the dark
Clean sheets in a motel
A shower of sparks
And a fading echo
You try to run from the canon
You turn your back on the form
Oh I kno, I know, I know
You fear it 'cause it's still
You enter huge cold countries
You sank your money into shame
Orange slivers of her light
Keep piercing through the night
And make you sing
Come low in the dark
With the lowest of men
Try not to weep beneath the neon.
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2. |
Stranger's Song
03:48
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Two mystics in the evening
Grave silence through the skies
Clairvoyance doesn't suit you
Skulls rattle in your eyes
Far, far away
All these spirits swirling, clamour, falling
Through the seas of noise
They'll snatch your body down
Arch and wait
You're so green and hopeful
Tramping aimless
Smoking through your thoughts
Inside these hollow towns
Your true love will destroy
Feet steady through the maze
His plumage won't seduce you
Skulls dancing in your eyes
Arms of decay
Oh you snatched his cigarettes
And hid inside the chapel
By the mossy riverbank
Laugh and delay
Furtive pixie stealing coins
And dodging trouble from his loins
You'll push the tides away
Years go by
All these spiritis shaking trees
And hiding with the greatest ease
They'll weigh your branches down
Stranger's song
Oh you plunged into the dark
Through the great showering of sparks
And found the key again
Stranger's song
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3. |
Frailty Revisited
04:16
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Many times you've been truthful
Many times you've told lies
And though the deep wound was crucial
And though your smooth hands were tied
Oh you drank the poison
And it cleansed out your mind
Oh you should bow down to her
In the strange, strange light
In this dark humid dawn
Of our ease
Let's meet down by the graveyard
In its grove by the ocean
A surreal life all in mist built
Upon things we couldn't see
Oh we found a fortune
Though we wasted our time
It's been a brute's life for ages
Though a warm life inside
Cut your ties
Burn your clothes
Sell your dreams
Drive through the night
With your hair out the window
A photo of the free
For your captors
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4. |
Invaded Head
03:24
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Oh you've got your golden veils
You will be born
I'll drive north for days
Just to see them burn
Oh it seems you're not so free
But you're my wind and you're my sea
We'll be rolling in the blackout
The moon's on fire
Oh you see the handsome devil in his lair
Plotting 50 lashes for his heir
Oh it seems he once was free
To search for suns beyond the sea
But change came quick
The shadows crept
The moon's on fire
See the prayers strain the face
Of this rigid man
Longs to drive his nails
Through ghostly hands
There once was law out in the streets
But nature's rule is in the seeds
We will build until we burn
Break your vows, come to my bed
Invade my head
Your alabaster limbs
Could raise the dead
Walk barefoot down to the Rhine
The greatest bloom's before decline
Hear the banshee raise her voice
The moon's on fire
Come all you devils dance, break a sweat for me
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See her soul climb the skies:
All the ancient songs of the ancient seers
Will bleed through yesterdays
Lazy idlers drifting through their hazy
Mental river scenes all morning
Glory of your rags, of your aching and seething
Now it's barefoot through the evening wilds
As a child you'd go outside of time
Oh Mary
There was glory in your ragged ways
Stand up in a northern town
Stare at faded pictures of the sun
You ran circles around all your suitors
Oh you dropped each and every trembling one
You'd see gold in shadows
Boats in the harbour knock their hulls together
Gently sway against the rising tide
But you lost your urge
For that one last crucial fight
Dark noises rose up fast from the abyss
You stood on the edge
You got drunk on its breath
Oh Mary
There was glory in your ragged ways
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6. |
Mr. Mandible
06:10
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See the dogs in the clearing
They bare their teeth for some meat
If it's a question of violence
You'll bend your knees in defeat
Oh Lord
Please put the air back in my lungs
Oh Child
You had that grin, you had that swagger
Now you know your place
Pretty houses in silver
They beckon fools here to fail
You think a lost tribe is noble?
I dragged my heels so we wouldn't ever meet
But Oh Lord
Know that the pain in your heart
It pleases me
Now you pray
They build a fire
And it burns hot enough
To consume your mistakes
Oh that Caribbean beauty
She worked your fucked-up sense of duty
A dirty flag in the sun
Now you're back to where you started.
And your flamingos are flying
Out to that bank-robber's haven.
You're all junk bonds and cheap stocks
Now I see you on the fringes.
They call me Mr. Mandible.
I snatch the jaws off the jaws
Of defeat.
They say I'm somewhat intangible
I'll bring the fog to your dirty little street.
All rise
You once had beauty, you once had grace
Now you pay me tribute.
Feel free
But know the pain in your hearts
It leads back to me.
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7. |
Hope Nights
04:42
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Come run through the grasses
Come free up some trust
All day
By the penitent mirror
Where we can be nearer.
In the Gold Supermarket
Through this night that destroys
Strange light
Through the cheap things you buy
See a girl who adores
As she falls.
Thirty years of grey weather
Turned around in a day
The furies, the lynch mob
They're all here.
Through the landlocked confusion
And the ominous wind
Take these night scenes
And these pitiless buildings where
Fires burn muted for Love.
It's all ours.
You sweep through our fields of vision
With a merciless gaze.
Things we dreamed up
Thoughts we unleashed
Can't put them back again.
Dreaming boy grabs her skirt hem
Palms the hair lit fluorescent
If it's real then we should fake it once again
'Cause it's all fading.
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8. |
Time and Dementia
03:16
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I've been running more every day
It's a symptom of Oh, you know...
I've been rubbing people the wrong way lately
It's this desire to please, oh it cuts both ways
You saw what they did to the girl
When she bared her true thoughts
They lynched her high
I've been running away
I've been running away
From time and dementia
Time and dementia
14 months since I got high
Oh just try and imagine that
Now I'm dreaming about the country
But it's an idealized country
I know it does not exist
Over there the people are so grumpy
Driving their shitty cars
Doing their domestic dramas
And yet, and yet, and yet
I fantasize about all that space
About a back yard and
All of the guns
All of the guns I would never shoot
I've never shot a gun
Deep down I get it
Though I dream of romance
In a hot, hot country
There's people burning in hell right now
But I forgot my identity or something
And I forgot my identity or something
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Pang Attack Montréal, Québec
Fuzzy northern soundscapes for introspective souls. Montreal's Pang Attack is Alex Hackett (guitar, voice) with Yann Geoffroy (Drums) and David Clark (Bass, keys).
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