Grand Earnest Wailing
2014 · album
Moonlake - Pavor Noctrum lyrics
Artist: Moonlake
album: Oscillating Headcom.
3 o'clock in the morning.
The song "strange fruit" by Billie Holiday is almost inaudible in this still crowded pub and I'm reading letters instead of comprehending the words they're meant to form.
My thoughts, well my thoughts are floating back to the time where you came through the front door with the awesome announcement "honey, I came back to stay" and you indeed kept your promise: you stayed but kicked me out.
Anyway, someone once told me that a man is not a man if he can't live with loss.
Well if that is true then I am the triple version of the average man.
12 minutes later a man with clothes only idle persons would buy asks me if the chair next to mine is still free.
I conform that it is but instead of taking it with him to another table, he sits down next to me.
Lord I don't like to be put in a situation where I am expected to have a conversation with a complete stranger.
3 unbearable minutes later after his first question he asks the second one; and what a question: "do you believe in an interventionist god?"
I must admit that I am not the kind of person whose afraid of that sort of questions, but to answer one like that to a complete stranger you must be more then not afraid.
So I start to talk about the amazing story of jacob who had his fight with god during a whole night and ended cripple but completely renewed inside.
He replied: "you didn't answer my question." I confirm.
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
Then 1 minute silence, comparable to the kind of silence I have when I visit my parents and that is tough.
I decide that I might as well ask my questions and it took me probably 6 minutes to think of it: "
Are you an utterly well dressed prophet?
A brilliant but yet un-revealed song?
A messiah who's still preparing his public appearance?
An angel, a demon, that considers to change side?
A cavalry in an atomic war?
The cloak of Saint Michael?
A doubting faith-healer?
A winning lottery-ticket that could not be found?
A member of the fascist party?
A communist?
A capitalist?
A 51% shareholder of noah's Ark?
Tell me what are you?"
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
Will you make us see?
Will you make us kneel?
Will you make us feel, all vulgar?
Will you make us see?
Will you make us kneel?
Will you make us feel, all vulgar?
All vulgar?
All vulgar?
The song "strange fruit" by Billie Holiday is almost inaudible in this still crowded pub and I'm reading letters instead of comprehending the words they're meant to form.
My thoughts, well my thoughts are floating back to the time where you came through the front door with the awesome announcement "honey, I came back to stay" and you indeed kept your promise: you stayed but kicked me out.
Anyway, someone once told me that a man is not a man if he can't live with loss.
Well if that is true then I am the triple version of the average man.
12 minutes later a man with clothes only idle persons would buy asks me if the chair next to mine is still free.
I conform that it is but instead of taking it with him to another table, he sits down next to me.
Lord I don't like to be put in a situation where I am expected to have a conversation with a complete stranger.
3 unbearable minutes later after his first question he asks the second one; and what a question: "do you believe in an interventionist god?"
I must admit that I am not the kind of person whose afraid of that sort of questions, but to answer one like that to a complete stranger you must be more then not afraid.
So I start to talk about the amazing story of jacob who had his fight with god during a whole night and ended cripple but completely renewed inside.
He replied: "you didn't answer my question." I confirm.
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
Then 1 minute silence, comparable to the kind of silence I have when I visit my parents and that is tough.
I decide that I might as well ask my questions and it took me probably 6 minutes to think of it: "
Are you an utterly well dressed prophet?
A brilliant but yet un-revealed song?
A messiah who's still preparing his public appearance?
An angel, a demon, that considers to change side?
A cavalry in an atomic war?
The cloak of Saint Michael?
A doubting faith-healer?
A winning lottery-ticket that could not be found?
A member of the fascist party?
A communist?
A capitalist?
A 51% shareholder of noah's Ark?
Tell me what are you?"
I don't want to say that you could have been wiser.
Will you make us see?
Will you make us kneel?
Will you make us feel, all vulgar?
Will you make us see?
Will you make us kneel?
Will you make us feel, all vulgar?
All vulgar?
All vulgar?
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