hermitofthewoods - barrack street blues lyrics
[intro]
sample: “now, the hermit is ready to begin. ghost stories. weird stories. and murders, too. the hermit knows of them all. turn out your lights. turn them out. have you heard the story the search for life? then listen while the hermit tells you the story.”
[verse1]
i used to take back roads alone
drifting home from distant zones
weary boned, and blistered soles are
tipping cobblestones and feeling old
– no control… there is nothing i can hold
i am cold but there is life in me
and it frightens me that i do not know
i’ve been told that where i go
– strictly for the pheromones
i’ve written poems on lips of those
who risked their goals to kiss the throne
and as everything explodes around me
sounds ground me
down there where you found me
in the bas-m-nt of the foundry
i need to check the time lines
– identify the sources before interpreting the signs
this city is a matrix constructing ident-ties
mentally through telepathy
the chosen weaponry of the enemy
they sentenced me to barrack street
– the old military district
enlisted men got twisted here long before i existed
from the 8th floor
you would have seen the orgy of debauchery stretch blocks
and i’m dancing on their drunken souls every single time i walk
[chorus]
i feel like i’m breaking down
there is no more sound here in my ears
i know this town and its hiding places
i’ve been tracing maps for years
and now i’m found where there’s no one around
there’s no more sound here in my ears
i walk this ground that time replaces
i won’t be chased out of here
[verse 2]
this was the border, the frontier
a den of thieves who haunt here
the gaunt stare of ghosts appear
as the months wear on towards a year
and the books have piled up
along with fears of paranoid delusion
i see a black dog on the corner
wh-r-s and soldiers, thick pollution
they move in fast flashes of flickering and fluttering frames
muttering but seemingly struggling to utter their names
there are confederates among them
flying colours from southern wars
i can see them through the broken doors
sleeping on the earthen floors
sunlight seeping through their pores
swarming in the cold of this long forgotten rift to h-ll
that dwells on this side of the citadel
i forget the spells
i threw them out with superst-tion when i was twelve
i tell myself that i just fell asleep listening to tubular bells
but i can’t seem to wake up and there’s no one to let me out
i can’t even hear my own screams
and no one heeds the cries for help
this time i’m on my own, i suppose the end is getting close
i have to find a way to cope here in this city full of ghosts
[chorus]
i feel like i’m breaking down
there is no more sound here in my ears
i know this town and its hiding places
i’ve been tracing maps for years
and now i’m found where there’s no one around
there’s no more sound here in my ears
i walk this ground that time replaces
i won’t be chased out of here
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