Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995) by Tilt (보컬) on maniadb.com

stopped again, thought I recognized it, hear that? There it goes right =
now, like a whisper I'm imagining, but now it's screaming... inside my =
head. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ignorance personified. Can you =
hear it? Can you hear it? You try to bite your words, but they keep =
forming in your mouth, and they are libelous hottly popping out, I am =
beyond hte cutting range of your dull mind and jagged tongue, and this =
you cannot stand. You cannot stand. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? =
Ignorance personified. Can you hear it? Can you hear it now? You better =


listen to yourself, can you hear it? Can you hear it now? Follow me all =
the way home, but you haven't got the guts to come in too close, follow =
me all the way home, you just want a chance to show how little you =
really know
Submitted by: Mel

I'm an honest woman, a representation of the state of mutual confusion =
within the confines of love, heavy lidded darling embedding in my arms, =
I'll take a kiss to settle payment like a song for the gods. Does your =
undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers =
away from a sore? Does your undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the =
door? I can't keep my fingers away from a sore. Happy to include you in =
my esapes, we're the first to intrude and the last ones to leave, never =
assume that we came with someone that you know, we'll go through every =
drawer, and throw the contents to the wind. Am I risking complicity? =


Right here, right where I want to be? Is this absurdity? To trust you so =
implicitly, losing my complacency, you would be the end of me, oh well =
well you're well worth it, I've never got the nerve to do it, happy to =
include you.
Submitted by: Mel

Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I =
have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't =
reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and =
a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =
our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much =
lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of =
squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting =
darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her =
shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. =
The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like =


he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't =
respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little =
girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no =
device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =
loose ends.
Submitted by: Mel

In no condition for your retribution are we rehearsing? The pain =
dispersing, verdict repeated, no words needed, have I been mislead? =
Alone apprehended. Leave me suspended, leave me unpended, leave me =
suspended, so unprotected, pull gently upward, hoisted and tethered, =
unseen and unheard so detected. Punishment fitting, I'm lifting and =
lifting, no more aquittal, severe yet so simple, play your vendetta, a =
weightless sonata, ascension getting, an act I am regretting. From here =


you look so small, I'm swinging free but I won't fall, lights and drapes =
hang with me, how can you just turn and leave?
Submitted by: Mel

One laydown machine
Burned a road
Right through the prairie
Stream of boiling ash
Painted up with perfect lines
Discount labor packing
Each lane
Bargain basement homes
Sewn to the road
Slipshod directions
Do not explain

I got these shoes for nothing
And they have lasted me forever
Searching up and down the lost highway

I can read the grid
I have memorized the key
Counting every inch


From C-4 to J-3
I can think in scale
'Cause I know it ain't
On my map
Scraping off the typeset
Dig into the atlas

Well they can paint it up
Make it appear to go somewhere
Well they can paint it up
But I know where it doesn't lead

If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would =
use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate =
this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm =
waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon =
the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming =
from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith =


alone, I've been more faithful than you know.
Submitted by: Mel

You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every =
mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud =
appears on the horizon, wish I could blink and miss this one as well. =
What could be worse? What could be further from home? Dumb little world, =
dizzy & spitting up blood. Can't live here there's nothing I recognize, =
I keep looking, reference points are hard to find when each home looks =
just the same, but I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive =


me further away. I won't buy into it, this bad deal, not so much as a =
dime for my homeland, this place is so wrapped up in itself, playing the =
theme song to my expatriaton.
Submitted by: Mel

Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a =
single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is =
gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close =
scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my =
variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained =
with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a =
brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a =


double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the =
fracture we saw the flaw in the glare.
Submitted by: Mel

I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such =
a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older =
model never saw things quite right. Lips tits hips, right down to the =
fingertips, ten shades of beautiful for every disorder, lips tits hips, =
right down to the fingertips, just a hint of my misfortune. My make-over =
commence, candy coated lips can coach me right along, no mess, no fuss, =
prefectly natch, I hope I learn what makes me look at things all wrong. =


I'd say she was a man's girls, translucent with a bit of shine, I'd say =
she's a bad idea, conditions as it deadens your mind.
Submitted by: Mel

Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time =
something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to =
get the lead out of my blood and lose the paralyzing lies, that shower =
from above. I must strengthen my constitution, I must gather my resolve, =
I've got to muster every ounce of my resistance. Self inflicted doom has =
left me open and exposed, to every sickness, every fallacy that's going =
around, I will not succumb to the belief that others hold that there is =


no defense against infection, as I've been told. We're tolerant to the =
wrongs, dealt out with regularity, our toxic level is drawn from sheer =
lack of humanity.
Submitted by: Mel

The harder I struggle, the tighter you grip, but don't need to tell you, =
that's the way I want it, I'm easy to follow, you're easy to spot, I bet =
I can shake you off, but I gotta want it. What good are the times that I =
catch you alone? It took eternity and I forgot what I wanted, what good =
are the times that I take you to task? You get me distracted and I =
forget that I'm mad. I'm up on the counter, you're down on the floor, =
the kitchen is dirty, pots and pans are flying, no food in the cupboard, =
a knock on the door, let's give it a rest now, buy a beer at the corner =
store. I'm going to bed now dear but you still want more, and every =


single word you say I've heard before, oh, you're an angel when you're =
in recline, and like an anxious fist my lullabye works fine. Lullabye =
and goodnight, ain't that a great song? You're an angel in recline, =
please go to bed dear, please go to bed dear, please.
Submitted by: Mel

I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, for whole days at a time without =
thinking about you, and ask myself why, but then I find I'm traveling, =
traveling down, that same old piece of road and wind up down by the =
water. Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone =
all the way down to the end, I drink my bottle dry and heave it across =
the bay, to the city, smashin' outside your door. Oh now there goes the =
Romeo, hand in hand with his punk rock Juliet, they remind me of two =
people I'm trying to forget, I can hear their sweet nothings on the =
wind, as I hurry to get by, diverting my gaze, to the Oakland Bay =
Bridge. (Could that be you honey, way over on that side? Flashin' a =


signal to me, down by Pier 39, 'cause if I only knew, I'd jump in that =
water and swim right across, drowning in my relief). Maybe I should warn =
them, should I say, "Don't do something that you'll regret. Now you have =
no recollection of heartbreak you don't have yet." I could give them an =
earful, but I don't know, they must find out on their own, and the =
thought of that is chilling me to the bone.
Submitted by: Mel