Little Death Lyrics

Beautiful fish

A thousand lives ago
A beautiful fish slipped onto the land
And lungs grew, as lungs grow
The world was new
For a thousand lifetimes
She blessed the earth
And grew wise
A shiver of breath rutted the ocean
Like a smiling monk
She went back to the water
And the ocean sighed
And the forest died
But a seed remained
For a thousand lifetimes
She blessed the earth
And grew wise
A shiver of breath rutted the ocean
Like a shining monk
She went back to the water
And the ocean sighed
And the forest died
But a seed remains

Duet (Lonely I Be)
^ Where is your beautiful heart?
+ Not yet set free
+ But how do you go these days?
^ Lonely I be

^ I was a shepherd yet I am lost
+ I was a rock that crumbled to dust
+ So sure footed yet I stumbled and fell

^I was a deep ocean now a pale wishing well

^ Sands pass before silent eyes
+ Snow drifts in around the eves and the sides
+ You were a drunken spirit following the winds desire
^ And you were a new petal floating on an angel sigh

^ Where is your beautiful heart?
+ Not yet set free
+ But how do you go these days?
^ Lonely I be

^+ Lonely I be

Wonder

Parted
Exploded like stars
I woke up in the council flowers
Wondered of you
Seers witness the devil’s thoughts
We made whole new worlds
And shiny car friends
I wonder of you
You soused me with your sleepy drink
Stole my heart for a little bit
Lying here the night air left her tears
She left her tears in the clover flowers
Where I wonder of you
Wonder of you

Ghost of God

He came up to me
The ghost of God
His hair white and matted
In his had once a glorious rod
He could still remember
Some of the old songs
And we sang them proudly
Me and the ghost of God
He said there are few who ever knew me
I wonder if I did that good a job?
His voice still transcendent
Though he had Parkinson’s nod
Whatever happened
To what you said would come?
Oh I’m getting old now
But I was not wrong
There are Gods in the seaweed
They are ones who pre-date me
See all this is ashes
All ashes this will be
We could still remember
Some of the old songs
And we sang them gladly
Me and the ghost of God
Hallelujah

Sweetheart

Sweetheart
Seems everything you do
Is seduction
My heart
I’m only lonely for you
I’m only lonely for you
Po is the night
Po is the darkness before the light
Sweetheart
My heart
I am just beginning to understand
The shiver of winter
And I’m only lonely for you
I’m only lonely for you
Sweetheart
Sweetheart
Seems everything you do is seduction

Little Death

Clumsily we go
Trespass upon one-and-others hearts
But it is an unwitting act of love
For the heart is a locked dark place
That must be cracked apart
The heart is a locked dark place
Which is cracked apart
And the light comes in
And fills you up
Little death
The orange light at dusk
Sends me down a path to a stone
I don’t know where you go
Little death
The pearly winter dawn
She drags her stockings on
And the colours fly from her eyes
And her body burns, an angel sigh
Little death
The orange lighted dust
Sends me down
The path to your soul
I don’t know how you go
With a little death
The Lord sends us on our way
To where is that way going?
To him again some day
To him again someday

Cricket & Spider

Little black cricket
Scurrying for the dark
What’s that song you sing
Trembling in my heart?
What’s that song you sing
Through the night
In the dawn?
I hope you find your lover
And sing on sing on
Long leg spider
Drown in a carafe
How your legs that quiver
Tremble in my heart
On that shaky carriage
Spindly brother of the dawn
Go out of the light
And spin on spin on
I hope you find your lover
And sing on sing on

Hospice for Destitute Lovers

Sometimes I feel like
I just fell from Neptune or something
If there was such a thing I would like to join
A hospice for destitute lovers
And I would like to give up this glass
Before it runs over and wets my arse
Destitute
This is not an ode to monks or drunkards,
Beggars or buggers,
Wolf men martyred or Jesus
It is to lovers
Destitute
Look at all the destitute lovers
I am a fuckin lonesome old bastard sometimes
If there were such a think
I should like to move in to
A hospice for destitute lovers
Can I deny any longer
Can I consider other than
That I am destitute
And this is not an ode to monks or drunkards
Beggars or buggers,
Wolf men martyred or Jesus
It is to lovers
Destitute

Lost

Lost
A bird sing
Take me in your arms babe
Take everything
Lost
Cold as a stone
Black ribbon snakes in the desert
No way home
Lost
Bloody sun into night
A million miles of tree stumps
No where to hide
Lost
Shards of glass in the ground
Poison fumes keep drifting
Can’t lie down
Lost
Ain’t no love
All the dew dripped flowers
All covered in mud
Lost
All the yet born children
Can’t see a goddamned thing
Lost
All alone
Take me in your arms lord
Carry me home