Chris Connelly

beyond the softward silence shadows midnight mind
the warmth appeared in seconds like the dark
a trail of swollen fruit leads to a higher kind
lips and lovers' limbs begin to part

search and you shall find
what you want take what's mine
breathe in the air
of the hour we were there

in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower
in the heat of the moment is a flame
it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower
and blends the blood inside til we're the same

I disappeared between you many times before
and every single time I never leave
awake with you and stranded on another shore
too dreamlike and delirious to believe

bring in the night
and the moon and the light
shake off the day
you were born and I'll stay

in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower
in the heat of the moment is a flame
it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower
and blends the blood inside til we're the same

close to the skin
shut your eyes we begin
fall like a leaf
onto me in your sleep

in the middle of the magic is a perfect flower
in the heat of the moment is a flame
it all comes real to me to you in a secret shower
and blends the blood inside til we're the same

stranded at the crossroads pouring solid in his wounds
corroding waste and alcohol erection afternoon
before the eyes of whiskey caught out right by his gun
I never tried to hurt you cause I love it everyone
no I pull my way with snakes

take part in the heat
dead birds are beached and human trash and ulcerated beats
I cross in the way of a blind man but he don't remember me
how I tore apart a happy home down in Dirtbox Tennessee

Dirtbox!
Dirtbox!

I can hear the birds and a baby squawkin' cryin' to their moms
they're asking where their daddy's gone and why he's been so long
but they don't know he's lying down with his hands between his thighs
to resurrect the infinite worm before he dies

you can lose your cool all you want
you can raise the dead
you can lie back and soak up sun while the insects give you head

Dirtbox!
Dirtbox!

another blind guy and his halfwit son are gonna roll me for my drink
suckered me up through gap-toothed-grins while spitting out a jinx
the high priest of halitosis and his zit-red ugly kid
whose name is Elvis Sayborne afterbirth and I'll kill him for what he
did

he pulled down my blood-stained pants and he forced apart my legs
his daddy said 'shoot your best shot kid' and he shot until I bled

Dirtbox!
Dirtbox!

another blood mixed with glass
mixed with come, mixed with all the afternoon sun
praise the lord and pass the gun
a crucifix and a rented room
that sticky night with a burning moon

she swore to god I wouldn't see her dead
on the night of the day that we were wed
so for love precious loe
light on dear while I disappear
this crock of shit and a belly full of rancid beer
I do it for you -only you, only you.......

Dirtbox!
Dirtbox!

I stare from behind the mirror
I still can't feel a thing
this house has been dead for years
it doesn't mean anything

the walls are soaked with indifference
the rooms occuppied with despair
the bed rocks in its own ignorance
the windows just open and stare

a climate of unhappy families
all covered with dirt and with flies
breeding a hole for our secrets
so we can watch them all grow into lies

at the same time the room seems to mock you
parading your shadow of doubt
they pray for our silent audience

and beg for forgiveness without
I dreamed for years before now
I'd end up in a place like this
too scared in a room I refuse to call home

I knew it would end like this
I walk with a weight on my shoulders
of the promises that I broke
to get rid of my guilty secrets

throw them down that same hole
this house is a house of failure
of bitterness and remorse
of illness betrayal and torture

it means nothing of course
in the corner I swear I can hear
the ghost of you screaming at me
questioning misplaced virtues

and my infidelity
and even though I did not doubt you
no one said that you had to be right
the lights in the air that surround me

could turn my day into night
the company of the corpse here beside me
will haunt me forever like your screams
like everything else never leaves me alone
from my waking house into my dreams

I stare from behind the mirror
I still can't feel a thing
this house has been dead for years
it doesn't mean anything

the walls are soaked with indifference
the rooms occuppied with despair
the bed rocks in its own ignorance
the windows just open and stare

a climate of unhappy families
all covered with dirt and with flies
breeding a hole for our secrets
so we can watch them all grow into lies

at the same time the room seems to mock you
parading your shadow of doubt
they pray for our silent audience

and beg for forgiveness without
I dreamed for years before now
I'd end up in a place like this
too scared in a room I refuse to call home

I knew it would end like this
I walk with a weight on my shoulders
of the promises that I broke
to get rid of my guilty secrets

throw them down that same hole
this house is a house of failure
of bitterness and remorse
of illness betrayal and torture

it means nothing of course
in the corner I swear I can hear
the ghost of you screaming at me
questioning misplaced virtues

and my infidelity
and even though I did not doubt you
no one said that you had to be right
the lights in the air that surround me

could turn my day into night
the company of the corpse here beside me
will haunt me forever like your screams
like everything else never leaves me alone
from my waking house into my dreams

What you bring upon yourself
today of all days you need help
mind collapsing middle anguish
cure of falling in the dark
today of all days twilight seems so desperate
adjacent to your prime ignition escalate

times one
times two
times three
times four

you wouldn't know it but the kid was right
moving sideways in a sundance to avoid the light
depth and true distance....

times one
times two
times three
times four

It was raining down love from a thin
my room and the walls began to warp

the colors in my face were all washed out wrong
and the lights began to short

I heard you call out my name but I couldn't find the way
and the foes were asleep
then your face in the light began to shadow of fright
kill good sleep

there was just enough light for me to watch you
leap through the hole in the wall

should I build or burn your effigy as the buildings fall?
I refuse to become a martyr no matter what you say
I'll be gone this time tomorrow I only live for the day

Gawd I hate July, I scream into the sky
for what it's worth on the face of this earth I refuse
to be denied...

I left him looking on past in hiding into the street
you were cold and gray again and you couldn't even speak
I pulled out the singe from the mouth of disease
and I begged for the truth
I was cursed by way of comparison it broke me in two

I spat upon my unmarked grave in the heat of the spite
I screamed my insect bitter needs in the middle of the night
bury the martyr to his neck and feed him to the worms
replace his blood with toxins look at him burn!

Gawd I hate July, I scream into the sky
for what it's worth on the face of this earth I refuse
to be denied...

shattered hand britches are underhand
destroying asylums on the sand
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
while little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are ours in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
for little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are our in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exist fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second

shattered hand britches are underhand
destroying asylums on the sand
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
while little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are ours in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
for little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are our in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exist fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second