"Feel This" music video direced & animated by Marcos Sánchez
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Bloodless
05:33
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Must be strange not to see skin and bones
To mistrust the light — terrible
I know I’m a man, thorn in my eye
and my mind is unbearable
Bloodless, bloodless
Bloodless, bloodless
Must be strange not to see light and air
held back from the heat bodies bring
Taken to a field, never got blessed
swallowed by the sound of angel wings
Bloodless, bloodless
Bloodless, bloodless
I did not give up
I did not get drawn up
It was not my luck
or the book of trust
No one’s body knows
No one’s body knows
You should take your pious face and run
Bloodless, bloodless
Bloodless, bloodless
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2. |
Through the Walls
05:21
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Speak to me through the walls
Hang your bloody head
I was born in July, now I am dead
To terrify you
Take my house and my lawn
Who do you think you’re running from?
Strong and wild and hot
Brave until you rot
I’m a radio, I’m a radio, I’m a radio
I’m a radio, I’m a radio, I’m a radio
I’m rid of you, I’m rid of you, I’m rid of you
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha
Shadows in the pines
staged inside your mind
All your great unease
black against the leaves
I want your return
I want you to burn
Every step you slipped
Every face you kissed
I’m a radio, I’m a radio, I’m a radio
I’m a radio, I’m a radio, I’m a radio
I’m rid of you, I’m rid of you, I’m rid of you
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha
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Blue light, the color was
in your arms, in your arms
in your arms, in your arms
I gave my breath to you
some symbols made as true
real as mammals
Green light, the color was
in your hall, in your hall
in your hall, in your hall
And held us as a chain
some feelings without name
only pressure
Feel this, feel this, feel this
Feel this, feel this, feel this
I don’t want to be in your body
What I want is something above me
big as the law
Run, run the time has come
out of harm, out of harm
out of harm, out of harm
Guns, gold, and Vicodin
for their charms, for their charms
for their charms, for their charms
I don’t want to be in my body
What I want is to be beyond me
floating like God
Feel this, feel this, feel this
Feel this, feel this, feel this
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4. |
Snakes for Angels
03:13
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Snakes for angels, won’t forget you
ever-knowing, ever-fretful
Every time you raise your hand to
pull some burning thought to steer you
I have seen you with your head down
Are you praying to the background?
That’s where I am — on that detail
next to zero, where the mind fails
You mistook me for a sunrise
Snakes for angels, coal for gold mines
What’s the difference: air or water?
God the son or God the daughter?
I have heard you speaking backwards
How your crying sounds like laughter
In the long shade of your bedroom
with your new name and your white suit
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5. |
No Forcefield
04:47
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No forcefield
No headlights
I am fading in the dark
like a picture of the night
that’s pressed too far
past the outlines
It’s a mystery I brought
from another person’s life
I see three hooded guns
Is that thee, golden one?
You believed you were done
seeking omens about dying
but you go on
I can see you through the scrim
It’s a common language, shadow
Pass a little blue dream to me
Lying on your blanket, lit up by the screen
Do you hurt the furniture because it frightens you?
Are you imprisoned by some private absolute?
Is the shirt too black?
Send the message back
No big deal
No pay day
There’s a language I forgot
I am digging up the names
in the dirt road
jn the worst way
Tastes like iron on my tongue
Has it always been the same?
I see three hooded guns
Is that thee, golden one?
You believed you were done
seeking omens about dying
but you go on
You go on
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6. |
I Could Not Let Blood
04:00
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I could not let blood into my thoughts
I could not save face and play it off
I could not be blood with blood washed off
or I’m a liar
It was not unlike the peak of day
brighter than the brass around your name
when I saw a light, and in that blaze
I heard a choir
Shadow offices, ex deo
Every orifice can say so
Make us pay for this and lay low
On the precipice, the let go
People just get sick and torn apart
Trouble in the air to make it start
Written in your fists, a pack of cards
a book of prayers
It was like an eye inside my eye
watching from the glass or power lines
What I heard it say, my own design
or something higher?
Give an offering, ex homine
Say the names you know your mother’s way
If it’s meaningless transparency
may my loneliness transfigure me
I could not let blood
I could not let blood
I could not let blood
I could not let
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7. |
To Ferry Across
03:34
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To ferry across
you couldn’t get lost anyway
The waves that you saw
they didn’t need you any day
Didn’t dream you into feverish believing
Didn’t free you — looking back from your TV screen
To float in midair
To be cruel and tired
The earth shakes and scares
but you’re getting higher
To ferry across
tear out all the wires
The ocean you watched
while the town was on fire
Didn’t dream you into feverish being
Didn’t free you — looking out from your TV screen
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8. |
Not a Noise
03:37
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Not a noise, not a song
Not a light, not a long October
Take me over
What was real in the thaw
was a lie you just thought
you saw closer
Take me over
I’ve been down in the claw
for a sign that got lost
Four leaf clover, take me over
Sun is red
Cut my lips
The sum is death
Ticks and tricks
The sum is red
Sunday roll
O my soul
What was real as a thought
is a face in the frost
You don’t know her
Take me over
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Now I Don't Leave
04:09
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I came out of the rain and the backwards glance
but the coming was not good
Now I don’t leave, now I don’t leave
Those who persevere will be destroyed
and I am not the destroyer in this story
In a blur, in a blur I was wandering
but my passage was foretold
Now I don’t leave, now I don’t leave
Repetition of one danger is my joy
and I am not a joyful singer
Put me back in the weeds, I was happier there
with the clover as my blood
and a veil that fell, couldn’t see myself
I was shaking hands with a “couldn’t I, couldn’t I”
But I could not be the ruler of that glory
No blame, no shame, no sorry
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CLAIRE CRONIN Berkeley, California
Claire Cronin is a writer and musician in Los Angeles.
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