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AGAINST NATURE LYRICS
"Ghosting" (2006)
1. Absolute Zero
2. Quantum Foam
3. Natrificial
4. Invisible Cities
5. The Debil and the Bejeezus
6. Ghosting
7. Wordcrime
1. Absolute Zero
Our revels are now ended
A glooming peace this morning with it brings
The sun for sorrow will not show his head
The tedious minutes I have spent
I have seen nothing
Look down, you gods
Let your indulgence set me free
Telling the saddest tale
That one may smile
A special provenance
Forgetting any other home but this
Invisible Cities
We are the school
Of reputation
Greater than fear
Than blissful ignorance
Arduous struggle
Our chief safeguard
Before you daring
To let it go
2. Quantum Foam
Into a small boat
In a thunderstorm
Across narrow bridges
Above foaming streams
Chattering of perils
Waking with a shriek
Dreaming on the lake
what angel awakes me?
I have had a vision
Suffered with those I saw
Teach me how you look
We must have a wall
3. Natrificial
All is not well
What monsters you make of them
The play’s the thing
Make a heaven of hell
With dance and delight
A prince of power
Believe me, king of shadows,
Torpedoed
I’ve gone numb
Searching for a meaning
Time to forget
Wretched, rash, intruding souls,
They run away
Serpent stung
Most delicate
Abomination
What cannot remember
Spring come September
Something more than seeming
Reckless measures
O…I need only patience
What need for ten?
For five? For one?
An excuse to fly
It’s treason otherwise
Searching for a meaning
Something more than seeming
4. Invisible Cities
5. The Debil and the Bejeezus
6. Ghosting
The mountains are a playground
Love, another playmate
Ignorant of the law of gravity
An exposed, helpless child
Tread softly
Fairy tale of a boy
Learning to feel shame
A religious irreverence
No better than a thief
On whose nature
Nurture can never weigh
You taught me this language
Let this cup pass from me
Tread softly
7. Wordcrime
The lover and the poet
Alike in dignity
Let two more summers wither
Wondrous man do not smile at me
More than a little proud
Less than a little loud
Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Born: a ridiculous mouse
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night
The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
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