Silent Planet - Everthing Was Sound | Текст песни

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1. The Well

Mother, tell me story or sing me a song. It's a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along ¹ - of flocks of fools, and dozens of men who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again. ² The kings of earth, crippled with crowns, ³ and the cursed
criminal ⁴ who turned it upside down. So we shout: \"Hold us together. Tear me apart.\" May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear. \"Hold us together even if it tears me apart.\" May our blood be spilled for the life of this world. ⁵
\"Do you feel whole? ⁶ Will you see my face? ⁷
You are. I'm not, but you are. ⁸
Dead to conceive life that tells out stories.
\"Hold us together. Tear me apart.\" May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear. \"Hold us together even if it tears me apart.\" May our blood be spilled for the life of this world.

[¹ The Seven Sisters of God's dream
² Revelation 21:24
³ Phinehas, 2011
⁴ Galatians 3:13
⁵ \"For the Life of the World\" - Alexander Schmemann
⁶ John 5:8
⁷ John 4
⁸ Mewithoutyou, 2006]

2. XX (City Grave)

This injustice renders my thoughts ineffectual. Forgive me, Lover, and forget my sullen face. Privilege brings us to this place of human currencies. (We) buried our sisters in a glass display, only to evaporate to a toxic skyline – underneath we sell off the bodies.

My body became a graveyard where they buried thirsty souls. Show me your righteous leader; I’ll show you the bullet holes. The preacher ¹ with the parched tongue and the “God” that he controls: “Shake off the sin! Shake off the sin!” And spit out your cacophony of lies.

I’ll climb through your screen and bleed out the image you left in me. ²

But God, are you man? Then how do you see me? From where you sit up in heaven ³, looking down on my hell. My body chokes back.
“I have nothing to draw with and the well is deep – where can I get living water?” ⁴

Enslaved in the “Land of the Free” ⁵ – my prison is our wedding bed where you left me for dead. You’ll leave us for dead. Apathy was our anchor to a digital sea ⁶ where you drown in the comfort of our complicity.

Can Love save me? Will Your wrath avenge us? ⁷

[¹ Our sister’s captor; Several famous pastor types – names omitted for legal reasons
² Sex slaves forced into pornography, speaking back to our collective male gaze.
³ Psalm 115:3; 139:8
⁴ John 4:11
⁵ America
⁶ Thrice, 2007
⁷ Deuteronomy 32:35]

3. I Drowned In The Desert

4. Native Blood

The barren wastes, bearing down on me.¹ Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering: Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky, for a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?

Pretend it's a house of peace while she's buried underneath. You built your Father's house over my mother's grave.²

Bodies - a mass grave collapse the concave floor. These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt. Because the earth is trembling,³ if only we had eyes to see it shake. Ignorant until we expire.

When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones:⁴ Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves.

We were dressed in potential now we're draped in sorrow.
Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign - manifest your destiny. Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars - the cost of liberty.⁵

Maybe we'll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves. Maybe this storm is a perfect score for wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me.⁶

The life I loved looking up at me: saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams as the breath of my people return to the ground⁷ so forests can once more abound.

The suffering cross that overcame,⁸ the name of Love made concurrent with shame.

This melody - I thought it familiar it sounds like your heartbeat keeping time,⁹ then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose. And maybe we'll fall asleep tonight.

[¹ South Dakota badlands
² Indian Removal Act of 1830
³ Proverbs 30:21
⁴ Inspired by a quote attributed to Chief Seattle of the Suquamish tribe
⁵ The Dawes Act of 1887
⁶ Matthew 5:45
⁷ Psalm 146:4
⁸ Christus Victor
⁹ *irregular - JLW]

5. Tiny Hands (Au Revoir)

[feat. Natalie Nicoles]

I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire ¹. But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword ², brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light. \"To the dead we owe only the truth ³ - the human condition ⁴. Surveying the
space between the nave
I saw my own infernal grave - existential imperfection ⁵.
We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs bullets bouncing off the stonewall saints laid to rest by our Forebear ⁶ at their children, at the dissidence of despair. This proximal milieu could close the door to the closeness that keeps us inside the spaces that
we hide. My heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter's eyes. I am the mother of the dying, the dust, the denouement.
How can absence take my father's house? How can nothing take my daughter's life? Walk me out from this tomb. If you are the gate ⁷ could you make a way? Come down from that cross; hold our your hands so I can see ⁸.
\"Je suis sorti vivant du dour crematoire. (I came out alive from the crematory oven;)
Je suis le temoin sacre de l'eglise. (I am the sacred witness from the church.)
Je suis une mere qui a tout perdu.\" (I am a mother who has lost everything) ⁹.

This fire burns your name on my lips; this smoke chokes your song on my throat. Now let death lynch my lungs, I offer what's left of this withering tongue. But oh, \"No Exit ¹⁰\" so bright as the light that shines behind the Son. I leapt through stained glass saints to
fall to the garden where we first begun.

[¹ June 10, 1944 to be exact
² Reference to the Swastika
³ Voltaire
⁴ Jean-Paul Sartre, Hannah Arendt, and many others
⁵ Franz Kafka, Jean-Paul Sartre, Albert Camus, Simone de Beauvoir, and many others
⁶ Jesus -- the origin of the Church
⁷ John 10:9
⁸ John 20:27-29
⁹ A direct quote from the main character of this song, Madame Rouffanche, when she testified at a 1953 military tribunal in Bordeaux, France.
¹⁰ Sartre]

6. Firstwake

[feat. Joel Quartuccio]

You'd be choking on your flame, my Son without a name, made king¹ of all the wastes. And forever will swallow us alive, we'll be abstracted from time - we can let the tides wash over.

This is the epilogue to the introduction: Lost in the sound.² Hold tight all your systematic theories that help you to sleep at night, but remember that there could be no sufficient certitudes in hell.

Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.³ Mother, receive me⁴ because I'm coming home to you. Does this cup⁵ run dry?

Look at what we've done again. We wage war in the name of love - using gold to fill the holes in your hands.

Caught in the paradox - juxtaposed between bifurcated black and white... and my propensity to fail you. Caught in the cyclical narrative of violence that invokes your name to justify genocide. They'll take everything.

We traded water for salt - something whole for something equally as broken as us. Now dying of thirst we'll write this out in blood and shut you in a stone cold time where the air rots out - leaving us alone. We chose to be alone. I was given to cup to quench parched
tongues, but I became drunk and lust lynched my lungs.

Father, forgive them. For they know not what they do. Mother, receive me, because I'm coming home to you. Does this cup run dry?
For they know not what they do.

[¹ INRI
² Underoath, 2006
³ Luke 23:34
⁴ Luke 23:46
⁵ Luke 22:42]

7. Darkstrand (Hibakusha)

[feat. Sean McCulloch]

Creation creates a void. My hand held to the glare of this burnt impasse; ¹ yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis. ² You're caught in stasis, matched with mine. Quantify time with meter and rhyme to calculate a way to prove that you are alive.
Isolated, trapped between, a picture of you now stained on the street. Oh mother, teach me how to die.
In your shadow I saw to a distant future; your life was only a nominal fee. Signing the sound of silence, signaling the end. They took your life, mother, as a pretense to pretend. The hand that feeds us sat you down.
Covered my eyes, thrusted the styli, retraced the timeline to call it suicide. ³ Will you wait for me? Death was the chorus - our lives frames in refrain. Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead. I'd rather sleep and see you soon than die alone in the wake of
this nuclear catastrophe. We were made to create, ⁴ you spoke us out of nothing. ⁵ Out of the chaos we caused, naked we came, shadows we leave.
Salt of the Earth: ⁶ Preserve their songs, Light of World: ⁷ Burn out the shadows. Infinite echoes of stifled screams - the abyss you created will ever stare back into me. ⁸
Will you wait for me?

[¹ Our young protagonist finds her mother's shadow b