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Foreverest
01:03
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I felt sinkingly as if my whole life lay behind me. I wondered if I had not come a long way only to find that what I really sought was something I had left behind.
Higher and higher and higher and higher.
I thought, if we keep going we might disappear through a hole in the sun. Burnt away like cloud vapour in the morning. No one should have known we were ever here.
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Bone Haulage
03:59
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Bone hauling bodies to heaven
Under a sharkwater sky
I offer my tears to the mountain
Let me summit and leave with my life
I was ready to see angels
But I did not expect your shape to move
Now I want to hold you
I want to carry you down
Though I can’t save you
I will try my best to bring you home
Bone hauling bodies from heaven
Hell is high above the divine
The frayed veins around rainbow skeletons
Whip in the wind that will skin you alive
I was hoping to be sacred
But my humanity let me down
Now I want to hold you
I want to carry you down
Though I can’t save you
I will try my best to bring you home
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Active Shooter
03:19
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Driving through the city everything still looks the same
But sure as how these mountains lie I'm crushed beneath the blame
I talk to the heavens hoping that the children hear
I want to hold them safe because I know there's no god there
But they are airhearts
Nothingness in the earth now
Active shooter born of me
These memories won't let me be
Every mother loves her son
But you made me hurt for everyone
On the day that our lives changed you didn’t say goodbye
Running out into dark morning, on your way to die
It's sickening the guilt I feel as your last movements creep
To CCTV stillness, then your grainy black blood seeps
You are hatred
Just a name enshrined in bloodshed
Active shooter born of me
These memories won't let me be
Brought a plague upon our home
But still this mother loves her son
Entry team is here
Get the victims clear
Taking down the predator
This site's on lockdown
Shoot to kill shooter
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4. |
Charismata
00:28
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Little Monsignor
03:36
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When I was a boy I had a thought
Did the whores outside our church believe in god?
At seventeen I asked them for their view
At the foot of the bed I knelt like in a pew
They'd breathe my name
I felt a higher calling
Soft Latin tongues
Blessedly anointing me
Little Monsignor
Catherine, Gabrielle, Aurelie
Good names that show our parents' piety
I went from john to plying the trade
Taking tithes from all my girls to keep them safe
So many ways
To make an easy living
They'd blame irate
Catholic flagellation
By Little Monsignor
Here's my confession
I make no concession
I'm brutal and unashamed
If the lord stands in judgement
It doesn't make a difference
I have no soul to save
I'm Little Monsignor
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6. |
TGN1412
03:19
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Where are the men responsible for putting me in this hell?
I must thank them for their reckless and selfish pursuit of profit to no end
Where are the men of the portmanteau corporation?
So named to double barrel legal action
Their defence a shotgun blast settlement
Out of body
Ashen meat suit
But I was going to be a father soon!
I just wanna come home to you
I don’t wanna die in ICU
I will be a better me
On my homecoming
In my second skin
I love you
Where are the men behind TGN1412?
Absolved of blame in the near death of six wage slaves
Their hides were saved
But their reckonings delayed
Out of body
Ashen meat suit
But I was going to be a father soon!
I just wanna come home to you
I don’t wanna die in ICU
I will be a better me
On my homecoming
In my second skin
I love you
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Griffin
04:59
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4:30am
The Griffin dawns again
Sleep is alien
Awake 89 hours and counting
Red-eyed buildings gleam
Bitter chill under my skin
My blood is thin and weak
Anti-circadian charts trouble my screens
The Griffin it is pleased
We bring offerings of greed
Unsteady on my feet
Arrhythmia in my chest makes money hard to breathe
Heaven knows what love is
But heaven is a heart attack I'm sure
Good reason to abandon my positions
And lead me clear above the buildings
Where insomnia won't dare
Don't CPR me back to work on that damn trading floor
12:30am
There's no sign of an end
Excel sheets a blur
A billion light hours and I'm dying
The balance sheet is full
Fit to burst with capital
But everyone is poor
Rich labour chained to never-ending, mind-numbing chores
Heaven knows what love is
But heaven is a heart attack I'm sure
Good reason to abandon my positions
And lead me clear above the buildings
Where insomnia won't dare
Don't CPR me
Feel the wrath of the Griffin
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8. |
Stringer
02:17
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Morning sunrise sirens are the city’s birds
The triumph of a night spent chasing accidents
I hold your tiny body tight
Don’t be like your father, honey
I am the thin man who puts a hex on you
With psychopathic eyes my lens is always true
I thrive where cars horror collide
I get the odd days
When your mum’s out of town
I keep the cards from your birthdays
To hold the past close as you grow
I am the archangel bad man
I have an instinct for when
There is blood to be captured on film and then shown on the news
And the victim is always a young girl
Don’t be like your father, honey
There’s no fast lane
Just reckless young men
Tyre marks on cement
Broken hearted parents
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On a coastal path, high above the water, I watched a swimmer crossing the bay.
I could hear nothing except the far-off sounds of families on the beach and the waves gently breaking on the shore.
I remember thinking, this is heaven - above the earth, in the sun, observing life below.
A shadow followed the swimmer, getting closer.
There was a flash of white, as the surface of the water was disturbed, and the swimmer and the shadow disappeared.
I was paralyzed with fear and fascination as fishermen, shouting beneath me, turned their boat to the spot where the swimmer had been.
Later, I heard that the man had died, after he was pulled from the ocean.
He was a local doctor.
The shadow was a white shark.
To me, it had been simply a black, silent shape shimmering beneath the blue water.
In Heaven life is always good.
But I thought about the doctor and his death in the jaws of the white shark as I lay awake at night.
I imagined I was him, with the roar of the sky in his ear as he turned his head to take a breath.
And then, what? A violent bump - something wrong! - as he was dragged from his steady progress by a thing more powerful than himself?
Did he feel the sandpaper skin, or see its jaws coming towards him as he looked down his body in motion?
Did the adrenalin hit his heart and numb the pain?
Was he convinced of the goodness of mankind as the fishermen dragged him dying from the water, or was the horror of it all too quick to contemplate?
To observe from heaven is not enough.
I want to know the terror, to taste it.
I want to be that terrible shadow.
In Heaven life is always good.
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10. |
Scared of Dying
04:04
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I am scared of dying
Of being the old that’s cleared for the new
I am scared of dying
Don’t wanna knock on heaven’s door too soon
I am unashamed
What can beat the summer air, still and warm upon your face?
Sing glory and praise
To the human race and for my time on earth which is a privilege
I am scared of dying
Of losing those I love before I do
I am scared of dying
Of feeling incomplete when my time’s through
I am unacclaimed
I’m a hitchhiker at dawn on a dusty open road
Freedom is young and dumb
I’m waiting for a ride to take me into the beautiful unknown
I shouldn’t be afraid
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11. |
We Will Disappear
02:41
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We will disappear
Fading into twilight dancing down aeon's light years
We will defeat fear
A legacy remembered by our successor species
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