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Spirits And August Light lyrics by Omnium Gatherum

1. Writhen

´To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every god have his day´ - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to hate the guts we all have - ´cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the boots rot away in one´s feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen.

2. Deathwhite

Free enough to see what´s going on in there - a man has naught if not himself, not an island - just the son of a gun - i´m sure you knew i ate it up to spit it out - in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes you saw the lust for vengeance - i´ve had my fill, the share of losing - i´ve had my fill, the share of losing - the years in these worlds, more than i could feel - anywhere - to get it crystallized at last - i´ve had my fill, the share of losing - i´ve had my fill, the share of losing - and when they all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was - and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis - did i face it all, standing - with the ´love, laugh, cry´ - to say the things i truly feel - i´ve had my fill, the share of losing.

3. The Perfumed Garden

I´m sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - ´the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same´

4. Amor Tonight

I put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic - and they´re so nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame - here i am, like a crooked little lamb - so breathless - the world is trying to stop and the night is still - and it´s still ´if you only knew:´ - like an hour of doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy - so crazy, as we feel afire - just forgive me the bad weather - there´s no love without faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - tonight - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be.

5. Cure A Wound

Throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - will the midnight sun ever be that black again - take off more masquerades, longing to be touched - to be released in a way or another - try harder and everything will be blending, then tear it down - the wine´s out of your cup - don´t cure a wound, no baby, that doesn´t help at all - throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - the wine´s out of your cup - don´t cure a wound, no baby, that doesn´t help at all - the wine´s out of your cup - don´t cure a wound, no baby, that doesn´t help at all - ´there´s too many party people, the tough guys are even worse´ - oh if it´s grey one should get lost, and you should know you spell it wrong - let´s bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder even in midsummer.

6. The Emptiness Of Spirit

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and if it isn´t good i understand - with different rights - the days to settle down, to hear what´s going low - there´s a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning - how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and when it comes to this - easily for those with beer, honey - waiting - the days to settle down, to hear what´s going low - and it´s in the wind - the spirit blowing the answer to an asshole´s face - not to swear for nothing, in synchronicity that´s even still perfect - there´s a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning

7. Wastrel

Yes i can´t deny the worn out and truthful, if it´s picturesque - though it´s just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it was nothing - i don´t know if she even lives, but you: - and i never was in need of touch unless it would come through my heart´s shape - not like they who say it in today´s fashion - now you know what´s going on with me - trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - i´m still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers.

8. Son`s Thoughts

For the one my window hides in its view... - to enlighten me if my love´s real, or that faith - what´s more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in one of those - and when the world is left i don´t need an inscription to remind for these things - if it´s washing away, well, you know what - praying on one´s knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself - gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) - and the clauses they were, they were all without reins - though didn´t want to lose, didn´t want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease.

9. It Shines

The world´s broken when i´m not here, and if we take it to its limits... - maybe no beauty left - seeing things that aren´t ours - for truth and delusion, any kind of a difference - but on that night it felt like home - with a small amount of love and that cliche / classy pale white face - what her sad eyes brought me - ´and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - ´cause this fucking head it´s hurting´ - searching for bliss from between the lines, and if i´m given the chance: - moving in this world with good luck in the veins - ´cause so far, yeah so far i´ve suffered too - but no more dog-like martyrs to be - with these heads to shine hurt and curse - and no, i could not sleep at night when its throes held me high - ´and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - ´cause this fucking head it´s hurting´

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