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some old quiet years lyrics

Taylor P.Comment

deliberate plans

You’re telling the truth
You’re telling these lies
You tell it so well
so well to disguise
You’re telling the truth
You’re telling these lies
You said it so well
You seemed to disguise

Everything right
and everything wrong
you scream like this wind
you scream like this song
you scream like the thunder

you scream like you shake
you try to destroy
everything in your wake

You wanted to love

you wanted to feel
decided, divided
divide what is real
You wanted to love

you wanted to feel
You failed at your failures
and now you’re a heel

You said goodbye love
said goodbye life
All when I can’t seem to realize

what you say and what you do
are different, different for you
And all that you love
all that you lust
all that you lost
Decide

You planned it so well
planned it so
Planned it so well
planned it so
You know that it, know that it’s old
Know that it, know that it’s gone
You planned it so, planned it so
You planned it so, planned it so
It failed before it could grow
It failed before it could grow

You planned it so, planned it so
You planned it so, planned it so
You know that you know that you own
You know that you know that you know

intersecting lines

Moonlit sky
You follow
so high above me out my window
through the night
Summer breeze
won’t you please
don’t you plead
It’s ...finite

Oh what I won’t take
‘till I’m buried before your wake
Oh and I was shaken like
Sadness, who could feel so
Be-cause the wintertime subsides
and milky pines
wave beyond the icy routes
All I could not follow blind

Fear is just the breaking dawn
taken on a soiled palm
Oh, and all the darkened light
Cold in all the words we sighed

Even though these hearts may break
Fallen, I can’t seem to shake
In the bottom of the whale
In the bottom of the well

Said behind
Ivory towers
Owed am I?
No one mind

In the mines
we would find
oh we’re blind
over wine

Even on the dawn that breaks
Taken for our father’s sake
Oh, and I could even see
Light above the silver trees


See through leaves
See through walls
You might find the bitter call
Even when our hearts may break
Owed are all the simple things

So they laugh
so they sing
Carried me, a starlit swing
Woe am I, woe am I
for these lofty words will sing

Little doves
float above
but they know what it’s made of
In the word, and the tower
that which I might try to surmount

Oh and the heart it stings
bees that plunder in the night
Oh and I take my leap
only when my thoughts take flight

Oh and when my heart it breaks
so and when the words do shake
oh and when the icy swells
fall beneath these tender tales

Oh and I would say to you
In our long-gone rivalry
Anyone else is, but me.






pines


Winter’s fading
Do I stay in
Can I hear your voice
In the pines
Pines.

Do I hear you
Longing, still do
Am I foolproof
Or am I full of proof
In the pines.

Ooo..

Can’t keep walking
Can’t stop talking
Do you wonder where we are
No, not I!

Summer’s waiting
Do I stay then?
Can I hear your voice
In the pines
Pines.

Do you love me
Hoped it could be
Ancient history
Made in the pines



street signs and boulevards

I can see two wires
Open my eyes
I can see two lines
In perfect guise

And beneath these words
I, I could hear
And I might shiver
But shed no tears


Winter is whispering
I have no fears
I will run silent
Chasing my years
Years.
Years!
Years....

Wordlessly weeping
I find my key
Silence is desperate
So I must sleep

Beneath the skyline
Beneath the street signs
All ready, wait ‘till I can
find my way

find a way
Here.
find a way,
find a way
Here.

Find me.


secret garden

seven years
I’ve been lying
beneath the hell
inside my head
I could see
bright lights
But I can’t
seem to hide
On my own
In my dreams
forgotten words
split at the seams
But I tried
to believe
that

we

were 

made to last
oh, but we for-got
our pasts
our pasts

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

Seven years..

that I’d wait.
That I’d wait.
That I’d wait.
That I wait.


cold climate
Weather is still
In cold climate
Every last breath could be “the one”

Be still, my heart is finite
The terrors that lead in
the darkest sins of old
The error that cleaves to this climate

Weather is wet
in cold climate
Tear-stained and soiled at day’s end
Keeping our lives shut like closets
The echo of our speech drones
on and on...
on and on...
on and on...


We have been mislead
Oh! We have been mislead
Oh! We have been mislead..

Ooo...
Weather...

Weather is death
in cold climate
I can almost taste the stench
by moonlight, we baptize our profits
saved progress for indifference
indifference
indifference.
indifference!