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Make Light
Little Secrets
Moths Wings
The Reeling
Eyes As Candles
Swimming In The Flood
MAKE LIGHT
so, now we see comes burying my burnt remains
these puddled clouds oh, i, i understand now
but darkness falls likes shattered pieces dangling,
shimmering torn and tattered yet crowned oh,
ill not be told no to no more! you must believe
to hear me sing these messy morsels of my selfassuring love oh, its painful kneading yes, i lie and
i wrangle with prospective angles that glare me
down and face me with all i do wrong why do
they all look like me? so i try and i scream and i
beg and i sigh just to prove im alive and its alright,
cause tonight theres a way ill make light of my
treacherous life make light! if i had hands id hold
up high my lofty dreams and my alibis real name
but ive no strength so i toss and i turn and i spit in
the urn theres a ghost in your eye there is someone
that knows more than i but im quick to deny
LITTLE SECRETS
when i came down the dawn poured into me i
shook em up the walls came crumbling my thin
skin trembling with these salty wounds my stolen
gold inside the emperors tomb now painting
rainbows on my ugly face i built this cardboard
neighborhoods disgrace but i ascend and serve
my feverish need within the confines of such
chemistry its the way i see everything i need its
no way to be let this be our little secret no one
needs to know were feeling higher and higher
and higher but i feel alive, oh, i feel it in me up and
up we keep on climbing higher and higher and
higher my face blew up at such a casual sight the
smattered colors of ecstatic fright the rush above
me to oblivion outlining wet sidewalks in halogen
oh, have you ever felt so goddamned strong?
how come it takes some people so damn long?
he turned to squeeze the lemon juice to rain the
citrus drawing out the scene in stains watch the
MOTHS WINGS
dear friend, as you know your flowers are all
withering your mothers gone missing your leaves
have drifted away but the clouds are clearing up
and ive come reveling burning incandescently like
a bastard on the burning sea but youre just like
your father buried deep under the water youre
resting on your laurels and stepping on my toes
whose side are you on? what side is this anyways?
put down your sword and crown come lay with
me on the ground you come beating like moths
wings. spastic and violently whipping me into a
storm shaking me down to the core but youve
run away from me and youve left me shimmering
like diamond wedding rings spinning dizzily down
on the floor but youre just like your father buried
deep under the water youre resting on your laurels
and stepping on my toes whose side are you on?
what side is this anyways? put down your sword
and crown come lay with me in the ground
EYES AS CANDLES
my world astir and sickly spits out our voices singing
tra la la la on high now to kingdom come so
slightly herein a void in your place i twitch and
tweak in allusion to sit and stare so blankly until all
hope is used up why do i always need to need you
when youre fleeting? where do you go when im
around? what have i done, what have i lost thats so
defeating? and have the nerve to wear a crown?
in some dark room a smoky figure fills me full makes
my head swell in ruin my family kneels at their pew
they nod, we believe in what youre doing i feel
it rise above me the western landscapes towering
and from my shell of a body the flowers blossom
for picking ive waited and waited for someone to
take it dont fight it dont bother, an inch for another
dont listen, dont hear them theyre in this together
ive learned well, now hear me, theres much to
be fearing im used to your absence, your faceless
distractions ive painted your patterns but found
them attractive now ive been leaning towards a life
far more candid though lead through the dark with
your eyes as my candles where your life and my lifes
directions can wrangle and all of a sudden youve
left me to handle the reasons that never forbid me
to stand tall and somehow or somewhere i found out
the secret to staying alive without actually breathing
THE REELING
we dug these holes we crawled into now theyre
my home now here i cannot feel the wind cant feel
the rain or cold and i believe in gentle harmony how
i loathe all this obscenity is this the way my life has
got to be? have i a single opportunity? look at me
oh, look at me is this the way ill always be? oh no
- oh no and now i dream that somebody will swiftly
come and kidnap me oh no - oh no and everyday
TO KINGDOM COME
thats a frosty way to speak to tell me how to live
next to your potpourri all this talking pulls my teeth
i believed in you so youd believe in . . . me, I cried
out God! you dared me in the dark I felt a hush
fall quietly from my spark so now I hide in piles of
princely orange peels it feels the way you told me
how itd always feel once i had a name to claim i
scraped on all the walls like an orthodox saint i wish
for the same old things that turned me inside out,
keeling in such pain its a game never have i ever
been clutching at your hair to cure you of some
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All songs written by Michael Angelakos
Except Sleepyhead, written by Michael Angelakos
with additional writing by Mary OHara,
and Dreams, written by Noel
Hogan & Dolores ORiordan
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