LYRICS

Day-Blind Stars (Album)

Tracy

Tracy, how you let yourself exposed. The world was never gonna be your paradise.

Howl

Howl, Howl, House of sticks, Ablazing harmony
The hound dogs march in a plain of dust, but what can you do if the winds hit a punch too lightly
Hound dogs in a plain of dust, wild bears heed the wolves, wolves camped into the house on a hill. I came with my hopes. I came with my hopes and drowned hiding with the wolves. Wolves camped into the house on a hill. Spilt my world around.
Sticks and stones, Bricks and bones, Twigs and thorns, soiree. News and noises, Views and voices, Breaking night and day. Breaking night and day. Tossed my shoes away. News and noises, Views and voices, Hound me down to stay.

Crisis

Water the tongues on spires. The sparks like pollens clung to trees. You said we have the years. How you could be so sure. The fire alarms spoke —
We have a crisis here. We have a crisis here.
Lightning struck a tree. Wildfire spreads its bed for me. I am under the burning sheets. We have a crisis here.
I heard the mute parade. The cloak and dagger ran the spade. Despite the avalanche, I stood the test of time. But the fire alarms spoke —
We have a crisis here. We have a crisis here.
Lightning struck a tree. Wildfire spreads its bed for me. I am under the burning sheets. We have a crisis here.
And though you’re in hiding, the smell of rust gives you off. You see our errors are toe to toe, but I’m not giving up.
The stars communicate. The firefighters on brigade. The smoke has filled their lungs. The intentions have aligned. The fire alarms you broke
We have a crisis here. We have a crisis here.

Charmed

There is a line in this old curse. I gave a wishing man his worst, his worst, his worst, his worst, his worst.
There is a line in this old curse, I brushed her hair and fixed her words, her words, her words, her words, her words.
It’s a fine, fine, fine, beautiful day.

Spiraling Mandy

Spiraling Mandy. Hovered in space for existence. Where are your monsters waving the flag?
Spiraling Mandy. Hovered in space for existence. Burdened with questions. Where is your mind?
Wait in line, Read the signs. Go the distance with the light in your eyes.
In the twilight you spiraling half-light, don’t waver, waver. In the twilight you spiraling half-light, don’t waver, waver.

Colour Wheel

Take me away, down the colored walls of your February morning. lend this place, sweet and divine.
Call me words – borrowed or stolen from the attic. Words, freeze it in time.
When June fades to July, embers have died, wondering why you aren’t any wiser.
When the colors of the walls, run a shiver to your spine, when the wheels have turned reverse, and it’s behind, don’t we owe it to ourselves to stay? Don’t we owe it to ourselves to stay behind?
When June fades to July, embers have died wondering why you aren’t any wiser

Kettle Mettle

Spit it out with honest behavior, with honest behavior, with honest behavior!
Sit down and drink a bottle of wine. Stay up and give it some time. Give it some time.
Lay all those thoughts clear. The weather looks fine, But it will never be mine. Will never be mine.
Listen, the kettle is squealing, and I am here reeling, with the weight of your shadows, and I am violent!
Turn off the TV, drown with the noise. Shut all the curtains, and muffle your voice with a pillow.
Turn off the TV, drown with the noise. Shut all the curtains, and muffle your voice with a pillow.
Yes, you’re the victim, but you killed him too! Yes, you’re the victim, but you killed him too!
Spit it out with honest behavior, with honest behavior, with honest behavior.

Day-Blind Stars

The wind feels like that summer once again. I recall, I recall.
And just outside, the sunburnt roofs are blind as I try, as I try…
To close my eyes. Just close my eyes. So I closed my eyes. Just closed my eyes.
So I went down to the streets away from home, to the cafe’s comfort walls,
Where I wrote down, all the dreams that were no longer ours, just this one last time…
I can close my eyes, just close my eyes, I can close my eyes, Just close my eyes.
There is no trace of what has crossed right here. There is no alibi why love returned not here. There is no memory that fails to wake my tears. There is no sign of what has fallen here
So I closed my eyes…

Stream Of Subconsciousness

Watch these blues go skin the moon. Dress her drunk in shadow-smeared purples. Time, mad with hairs, spraying languages in her sleep.
Water my still life feet. Spring a thousand summers. No black-petalled sun with crush me.
They heed for honey-storms. They cry rose-blood lakes. And scream death at your monkey-watch. Scream death at your monkey-watch.
Wrap me around the trappings of your mind like how will you fly. Wrap me around the trappings of your mind like how will you fly. Tonight.
Oh running ahead in sidewalks of collisions, oh-oh oh must be a thousand hungry young ambitions and shakeups. Oh wrap me around the trappings of your mind like how will you fly. Oh wrap me around the trappings of your mind like how will you fly tonight.ย 

Sky Spectre (EP)

The Show

When you came to town to fool me
You forced me to paint the clouds
You’ve sprouted the mouths of the army
And pulled me to watch the show

It’s just a show
Oh how it grows

When you left the town to the desert me
You promised the moon and stars
And yet you’ve returned to nobody
So easy to end the show

It’s just a show
Oh how it grows

These sorry eyes labored
With the mercy of the night
I suppose
It’s just  a show to win my heart
You gave none and tear it apart

Rabbithole

She’s spinning ’round. The web of dreams. The tangled hymns. Wrapped in bubble films. Down she goes. Up Up it seems. She’s got nowhere to go. I’ll be there she screams.
When you thought you’ve been right. All the world’s a flat land and, You dig your own hole. Down with your head first.
Is she there?
Downward I go in this dark rabbit hole. She burns ’em down the letters of a love that was cold. When earth has swallowed her hole, you know you’d meet her South Pole.
And when she cries at night, when she sings of fright
You wonder if she’s ever really there
Is she there?

Mad Madder

I sent for her to fly to buy me some time to read the books I’ve been piling for lazy summers. Here lies another folk song in my head. I’d say I thought it’s dead. You and your silly questions flip me out. Can you spare me some time to think of lies and twist this whiskers off my liquor. In fact I hear that folk song in my head. Or it’s just because I’m dead.

Pixies arrive teasing my eyes in circles. Just dozing off don’t care to debate it.

Oh no! I know because I tripped. We could sway round by the orchard for hours and hours. All because you stepped inside my head. My head my head, my head, my head, my head.

Mind you cause today is called today I’ll make you some pie. We could stay like this all happy because of today. Shake me, make me, make me feel and make me feel proud and make, or break and end this. We could sway like this forever today today today.

Yousef

Yousef. Find me. I lamented, lamented. Free from the wall. You come to me, with all the world, in all direction. Run like you’ve never run before. Run like you’ve never run before.

Lovedust

Fatal illusions I’m faking. Dragged me to this sea of hating. Violent sunstorms are shaking hundreds of marble a-breakin’. Glass hands with magical glue. They’re here so I can’t unkeep you. Bottles of lovedust we’ve wasted. We’ve come back with love, stooped and aching

Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Here they come crashing down on you. Hear this heart purple and blue.

Dreams like vanilla, and sadists, cheaters and liars who ate them. Golden as your mind I end it. Never shall come back to save them.

Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Skies, burn high. Here they come crashing down on you. Hear this heart purple and blue.