Hand-Painted Dream Photographs - singles
by Twin Killers
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The Cathedral
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The Ship
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Mixed and mastered by Greg Saunier of Deerhoof. Recorded by John Tulley.
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released 07 May 2013
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Aug 2010
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- Track Name: The Cathedral
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Yes, I bit the bait, but it was only that it’s beyond me
That larger beings would hide a hook in tasty trickery
I heard there is a fine line between love and hate
On which we’re pulled and yanked
And if this is the natural order of things
Why does it feel unnaturally mean?
You said that it seems I’m a perpetual motion machine
But Moon scoops and empties spring tides of energy
Can you help me learn to release and honor a memory?
Nothing I love is still or truly belongs to me
And if I saw my whole life in a reel
Would I feel the need for repeat scenes
Like snippets of melody?
Yes, you tamed the lion, yes, you tamed the lion
And though my claws and teeth are shining I don’t like violence
I like the sloshing stream and humming bees in sunbeams
Yes, you tamed the lion, yes, you tamed the lion
Without a cage or binding but with a mirror
I saw much clearer now I know
We’re not each other’s keepers
Not each other’s betters
We’re just sharers in melody - Track Name: Self-Portrait Beneath Woman's Mask
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When Edvard was five
He asked his Sunday school teacher
“Mrs. Green, can the devil see my thoughts?”
“No, no, no, no, no, dear
But he can put ‘em there"
She said, "No, no, no, no, no, dear
But he can stick ‘em there
So if you have a nightmare
Just smile
He won’t know you care
And when you have a nightmare
Don’t show fear"
When Edvard was 16
He beamed through the flap of a mask
Whether cross or sad
His mouth cracked in a half-laugh
He never ever showed a weak spot
Dissipating with a drip-drop
He thought
“Does the Lord know which are my thoughts?
And how do I prove I’m not a bad boy?
How do I tell my girl I need her?
It’s not, not like I’m crazy”
Lips curved sharp as a reaping scythe
Separating what is combed and what’s inside
She sowed his head with thread last night
And gingerly sunk a needle in his pride
He said,
“No, no, no, no, no, dear
Please don’t touch me there"
Said, "No, no, no, no, no, dear
Please touch me!
'Cause just because the the light’s out
It don’t mean, don’t mean that I don’t care
And even though the light’s out
I’m still here” - Track Name: The Ship
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I know it wasn’t coincidence
Or an accident or ill-wished
I see orchestration in this
And I know pleasing it
Is playing on a train track
It’s the calm before a heart attack
Grinning gone before you know it
I don’t even like the will to write
I didn’t like the angry drive
And when I said slow down
It was for this, not the innocent
Though I’ll always have laments
I’m done with death
I paid my debts
I did my best
Decorating a wreck
But this is not my fantasy
Weaving tinsel through debris
Sugar can’t grow
From seeds sown salty in the sea
Brought by wind and beast
I refuse to sink
Grieve not for Mr. Guilt, or he’ll extend his stay
Give him not one drop of wine, or he’ll take everything
Sorrow glumly comes and goes (his respects we pay)
But Mr. Guilt’s a starving beast
He eats, he cries, he spills, he breaks
A wall is not a fist and, no, a shield is not a sword
I cannot our crimes forget (a disconcerting hole)
I hear you in the hyacinths moaning to the door
But all is hushed inside our home
What are you begging for?
I don’t even like what I must write
Cursing at the ebbing tide
For when I said slow down
It pounced upon in rush to be unwound
Wrapped and washed my hands and face
Slid about like netting snakes
Recoiling back it took
My clothes, my hair, my time, my faith
I know that this is not a fantasy
Weaving tinsel through debris
Sugar can’t grow
From seeds sown salty in the sea
Brought by wind and beast
I refuse to sink
Brimming now up to the neck
This wreck is heaven sent
And I'll be stronger, stronger
Now with song as if with child
Good or bad, you'll be mine
And I'll be stronger, stronger, stronger
I know that this is not a fantasy
Weaving tinsel through debris
Sugar can’t grow
From seeds sown salty in the sea
Brought by wind and beast
I refuse
