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FAXED HEAD LYRICS
"Exhumed at Birth" (1997)
1. I Saw Into the Grave Grave
2. Teachers
3. Exhumed at Birth
4. Gore and Guts
5. House of Spirits
6. The Ancient Evil
7. Susurrus in Gloaming
8. Don't Turn Out Like Me
9. The Sickroom of Delivery
10. Could Eckankhar Help?
11. A Dream
12. Peregrinations from Beyond
13. The Blackened Coffin
1. I Saw Into the Grave Grave
I saw into the grave
grave
the day I first struck light
felt woe as time grew
clear
in the belfry
of my unmade brain
sucked
gall from the flooded tit
of a hanging cancer matron moon
grew
bitter in my flesh
as I grew hoarse in my throat
crying
vengeance in my mother-hold
drowning in tides of foam
across the fevered flowers of coming age
Struck dumb the mouthing
kisses
of my elders bending low
in love at cradle height
tore the napkin from my crotch
placed a jock-strap
deep
in my challenged male
cursed God his choice
blasted
the blessed in his will
2. Teachers
I met a woman long ago
Her hair the black that black can go
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no
I met a girl across the sea
Her hair the gold that gold can be
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee
I met a man who lost his mind
In some lost place I had to find
Follow me the wise man said
But he walked behind
I walked into a hospital
Where none was sick and none was well
When at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all
Morning came and then came noon
Dinner time a scalpel blade
Lay beside my silver spoon
Some girls wander by mistake
Into the mess that scalpels make
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break
One morning I woke up alone
The hospital and the nurses gone
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone
I ate and ate and ate
No I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We'll take it out in hate
I spent my hatred everyplace
On every work on every face
Someone gave me wishes
And I wished for an embrace
Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again
I was handsome I was strong
I knew the words of every song
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong
Who is it whom I address?
Who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest
Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one
They laughed and laughed and said, well child
Are your lessons done?
3. Exhumed at Birth
4. Gore and Guts
Congressional hearings, the apocalypse nearing
Speaker of the House: a deal with Faust
They come from all over the world to be here
Immigrants in search of a brighter hope
They come from the womb of the evil whores
Locals who sell me gloom through dope
They come from Kettleman City down the road
Pretty woman offering me Amway soap
They come to Coalinga to build the gallows
Search our stores for some good strong rope
Albert Gore has the guts
To lead this nation of goddamned nuts
From the dark abyss came a man of peace
Holding a torch aloft to fight the beast
The ice caps melted and the demons inside
Began to thaw but quickly died
Sometime soon, you'll neet to vote
Keep the faith; don't let go the coat
5. House of Spirits
Austrian nights, so cold and dank
Snow covered graves and frozen lakes
The voices of children and women croon
Bits of burned bone shaped like crescent moons
We bought glue to put our pieces together
It had no fumes -- it was a thick white paste
Instead we went to a local tavern
Where the Austrian spirits had a strange taste
Butterscotch drops and turpentine
We ate the paste but did not get high
Drunk on Stroh we stumbled sickly
One by one we vomit seperately
Our private prison to our house of spirits
No AA for me -- just glue and doom
This sort of life, no medals merit
Just to drink Stroh "80" in Austria soon
6. The Ancient Evil
You people talk about Death
My Grandfather lives it
He fell down with a stroke
His heart went Dead
There was Blood on his skull
Dead as Hell, living in Hell
They bar him from sending a message
Of evil from beyond the grave
They won't let him collect coins
The one thing he loved on Earth
So he roams Hell with a Devil Dog with fangs
Dead as Hell, living in Hell
7. Susurrus in Gloaming
8. Don't Turn Out Like Me
I can't afford to live
I can't afford to die
And all that I can give
Is in this tear I cry
The second-hand shoes
The hand-me-down clothes
These old worn-out rags
Are what this body knows
I don't have a TV
And have no radio
Don't have a car to
Drive to where I go
Always on a diet
There's nothing to eat
There's no daily balance
Or requirements to meet
I haven't with what
To spend on anyone
I'm not one of those
To go out and have fun
I have lost the past
Probably, the future too
Don't turn out like me
Please, whatever you do
9. The Sickroom of Delivery
felt deep the mad world
clinging
to my wild worm
tried to claw from my
bone
the flesh of the world's laughter
somewhere in range
dug
tiny unmade fingers into chronicles
and heresies fit to break the fill of Job
flung
fair the foul in my birth
across the sickroom of delivery
10. Could Eckankhar Help?
My phonetics teacher caught my eye
By removing her blouse
Some ladies take pity on our situation
But quickening my pulse
Can cause an irregular palpitation
My doctor said that excitement
Such as my phonetics teacher's breasts
Can cause a reaction that can lead to death
My system has no ability
To withstand stress
And so here I sit, alone
Another Friday night
Without the chance to cruise Durian Avenue
I watch television, listen to music
Wish for inspiration, or death
Could Eckankar help?
11. A Dream
185 miles to Sacramento
186 to San Francisco
210 to Hollywood
Hundres of miles to anything good
We are trapped, we cannot mature
Cannot leave, that's for sure
Only death can lift us out
Of this town and its stagnant gout
I've got to get out of this hospice
And there's only one real way
I would sniff glue but they've taken it away
Can't run and my wheelchair's too slow
Long for a hit from a poisoned arrow
Call a local a "fag" is the only way to die
Wheel me out on the street so I can try
12. Peregrinations from Beyond
13. The Blackened Coffin
As part of a movie tie-in
Burger King offered a premium
A blackened coffin with a child's meal
You disturb the undead
You dig up the blackened coffin
The spirits call it murder
And will destroy the consumer
This imagery is beyond you mortals
Do not taunt these demons
Who lay rotting in blackened coffins
Waiting to get even
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