the bricks might breathe again

by painted saints

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released October 1, 2007

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Track Name: in remembrance of the pottersfield special
in remembrance of the pottersfield special

god she only knows how to follow
god we only know how to chime
we stand in circles ashen fingers point blame
boy you got too tall who do you think you are

god damned losers
we have to show them
what it means to be alive
the simple truth is
you are useless
you hold a piece in our design

and so we tired him to the back of a mule
canteen strung high over its head
backwards into the sun
led by the thirst of this only dying one


god damned losers
we have to show them
what it means to be alive
the simple truth is
you are useless
you hold a piece in our design

god she only knows how to follow
god we only know how to chime
we stand in circles ashen fingers point blame
boy you got too tall who do you think you are
god damned losers
we have to show them
what it means to be alive
the simple truth is
you are useless
you hold a piece in our design
Track Name: lights hanging low from heavy cottonwoods
lights hanging low from heavy cottonwoods

my love she overdosed
got caught scrawling lines in her arms making tiny maps of love
stones caught in the crick of your neck joints stiff by use
running into lights hanging low from heavy cattonwoods

eyes all pupil when skies turn grey
I see her wandering in wickerwork of trees
brown skin peels to pink underneath
sap coal and her heart on tinderbox display

hollow fingertips made of paper mache
we run along her spine to feel the cocaine decay
and our eyelids hang low
sacred hearts bleed
hang hang your teeth in heavy cottonwoods

eyes all pupil when skies turn grey
I see her wandering in wickerwork of trees
brown skin peels to pink underneath
sap coal and her heart on tinderbox display
Track Name: tinder
Tinder

my time is spent cotton underneath eyelids
my sides are split hanging open needle and thread
I’ll stare the same gaze through all time through tooth decay
my spine is laid underneath god and debris

and the cotton undertheath my skin
hang me to a wall I cannot feel my limbs

seen river to dam silt stopped in your veins
sinew snapped trees taken down to wood grain
stag creosote burning underneath eyelids
spreading through prairies burnt once again
wax filled skin all for sleeping deep in grass
buckshot under muscle under tissue under tin

and the breath we breathed was kindling to your lust
I am tinder mounted to a wall collecting dust
Track Name: the bricks might breathe again
the bricks might breathe again

god only knows when we seem to be amused
god only knows and we crawl back
backs are caving in and the bricks might breathe again
and we hold stumbling breathe
and we wait so patiently
stand on bended knee

the only thing we’ve owned
is a matchbox filled with hope
and at the end of the road
all the numbers line up
we swell with rusted hope
along the dotted line we grope
for a pen to sign away
till the closing bell rings
cash tethered tooth and nail

we take our hit so patiently
fault lines crack entirely
the wheels beneath our feet turn ceaselessly
to pull us down the line
I know I sold my sins up to know

boxes of lint and a suitcase dented in
bricks are coughing caving in
and the dust that climbs our lungs might do us in
it sinks in ink to line the checks
and the stop clock becomes our god
and we wait to patiently
stand on bended knee

we take our hit so patiently
fault lines crack entirely
the wheels beneath our feet turn ceaselessly
to pull us down the line
I know I sold my sins up to know
Track Name: paladin whine
paladin whine

although arms reach
we are along on a long road home
the voice of the weeds carries us on to stagger over codeine verse one last time

paladin whine
tripping over telephone lines

we lived the highways schemes broken down
curled in my seat waiting in stations this town is cold
spent my days in soledad walls
counting the white lines of these highway miles

grass is creeping over twin peaks lines
tripping over telephone lines
Track Name: oh comely
Oh Comely by Jeff Mangum
Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
Oh comely
All of your friends are letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own

Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me

And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who are enemies are
Track Name: the fat kid rides his bike in the snow
the fat kid rides his bike in the snow

my timing is off today
my feet they won’t seen to stay in line
I walk with gravel buried eyes
and without my eyes I can’t be seen
I ride my bike through drifts of snow
well don’t you know you can’t be seen
teeth cut out of stainless steel
line up at my heels and we’re away

I might never stop at all
until the buildings turn inches tall
and the sleet stings into my eyes
wheels turn spokes sing
and the cold air whines

and we all know
we all should know
the stutter climbs another rung

past sleeping cars blanketed velveteen
my gears and chains machines make for better days
I look over my shoulder at horsetooth smiling back
and remember to breathe

past prairie dog towns and fence posts bleached
the street lights reach to the edge of town
fingers of taped handle bars
my tires leave jagged scars in snow to prove I’ve been
I ride me bike through drifts of snow
well don’t you know you can’t be seen
teeth cut out of stainless steel
line up at my heels and we’re away

and we all know
we all should know
the stutter climbs another rung

I might never stop at all
until the buildings turn inches tall
and the sleet stings into my eyes
wheels turn spokes sing
and the cold air whines