To Be An Angel Blind, The Cripple Soul Divide (Tear Garden)

Ascension Day

I tried to find some silence in this shallow space. I pushed pillows in my ears -- I concealed my face. No, don't you even try to catch my eye, it sits frozen in its place. Here it's invitation only... I'm lonely, but I'm forced to say that I cannot see you now. Yet everywhere I walk I'm crushing something because I cannot see the stairs. I'd share my sores with you over coffee, but the queue's 1000 years... And someone stole my badge and now I've lost the right to be here or breathe the air. It's not fair, but that's just the way things are. And I cannot see you now... But through it all my princess holds my hand and assures me that there's an island yet untouched by human hand. We must simply keep believing and simply keep our eyes fixed on the morning. So I threw my pillows to the wind and I waited for my wings... And you cannot see me now!

We The People

The revolution came and they blew it. They made a hole three centuries deep, and filled it. They swept in all the streets, all the freaks and all the finest. Now we're wading, we're knee-deep and I can't tell you what the time is because the clock is ten miles up and I'm too short-sighted. But that's life... Now there's four of us down here, but I don't like the other three except for you dear. Let's have a coup dear.

In Search of My Rose

I found you crying outside on the wall of Devil's Well... A hangman's knot around your foot and praying for the spell to be shattered. May I be the one to rip those shackles clean away and lead you to a palce where lonliness is tackled with a kiss? A kiss that has no ropes, not strings, no obligation. I don't owe you, be quite sure, that you don't owe me.

Crying from Outside

This beating heart is yours to break, I'm lying on your altar. Take your sacrifical knife and cut. This lamb was born to slaughter still I stare at you with big brown sheepy eyes. I like to blow a kiss goodbye. Can you help me? But you pulled away... So I kicked away my chains and threw a line out to the crowd shouting "Pull me in, please take me in..." I'll try to understand. I'll keep my questions in a can and my hands inside my pocket -- if you like you can lock it. I won't look you in the eye -- will you help me? But they pulled away... And now I'm floating in a box without a window so I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles. So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies, transforms itself into nothing. I want nothing. Is that so very much to ask? But she pulls away...

I took my customary stroll in the mid-day sun. Got my devil diviner, hand on my gun. Now the games for you, we do it for fun -- Look out! Got this itch inside my skull, got a clip on my wings. Now I'm seeing you peripheral, or what's under your skin. Got a basket full of puppets, a hatful of pins... look out! Some folks set up a posse in the local estate now to cripple me crisp at the stake. You forgot a few believers, you made a mistake? Look out! Now they hide inside their boxes, not a soul on the street except for pizzaman, strangers little old me... look out!

With Wings

The crippled soul divides and the scars of years fly away like confetti on the desert wind. Phoenix rises -- proud young wings reflecting amber. Solitary. Untouchable. Excited, and ready to search for his rose. But the flight lasted so long and those powerful wings grew weary as he padded through blind alleys, swooped open-eyed into blind curves, and wasted night after lonely night trying to drink from a mirage. But no distraction could decimate the totality of belief, and his number came up just when the weight of his despair had him pinned to a rock; when the feathers of his wings had been shed and he stood naked before a disapassionate ocean of grey faces. His precious twin. His rose, Isolde dancing alone, then multiplying, inviting, so many many levels. And the crippled soul unites and prepares for the long journey home.

Judgement Hour

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I've got my eyes fixed on your picture. This finger's pressing mute. Would you shut up for a moment, I need to see the future? Seems it's looking dim. I tried to shake you off but still you cling. I never wear your ring. The green stain's creeping down my finger. Wasn't there a thing that I did that gave you pleasure? Wasn't there a thing that I did that made you laugh? And the hangman shakes his head, turns the hour glass and counts former wives... Former lives line up, then denounce me. People it's my party. People it's my house. It's me who makes the rules. If you cannot stand the heat, leave your grudges in the hall. It's me who makes the rules. I'm head of this table -- all of you are mere projections. If I gave you false impressions then that's just the way I am: what I say what I think are two entirely diferent things... That's just the way I am. We should never say forever even when it's what we feel. It's what I feel, it's what I fear, it's what you hear and time stands still until tomorrow when I'm gone. But you keep clinging on. Could that be forever? We meet again my princess, let's get it right this time. Let's make a toast... We could exorcise the ghosts...