Artist: Sleepytime Gorilla Museum Album: In Glorious Times FULL ALBUM LYRICS 1. The Companions 2. Helpless Corpses Enactment 3. Puppet Show 4. Formicary 5. Angle Of Repose 6. Ossuary 7. The Salt Crown 8. The Only Dance 9. The Greenless Wreath 10. The Widening Eye 11. The Putrid Refrain Song: The Companions All the desperate people in this town Are coming out tonight They'll be here soon They want to be here with us in our glorious times And when they start to laugh, we'll laugh too But when they start to cry, they'll ruin it for everyone We'll ask them to leave And they'll pull out their knives and kill us all They're here now Close the gate, they're here now Lock the door, they're here now Bring the lights down Put the lights out, Close the bar Maybe they'll give up and go next door Let's pretend we're gone Pretend we're not here Let's pretend we're gone I'm too strong now I can't lose I try but I can't lose I stole everything from you I stole your disaster from you I can't give it back "Este recuerdo guarda su alma Su alma guarda esta tumba Dios guarda su cuerpo Su cuerpo guardo su aliento" Behold the breath of the dragon "Mira el brillo del cuchillo" [This memory keeps its soul Its soul keeps this God tomb keeps its body Its body I keep its breath Sight the brightness from the knife] All the desperate people in this town Are coming out tonight They'll be here soon Song: Helpless Corpses Enactment [Lyrics taken from the experimental novel Finnegans Wake by James Joyce] [in keeping with the comic song "Finnegan's Wake" that provided Joyce's title, a fight breaks out, whiskey splashes on Finnegan's corpse, and he rises up again alive (Finnegan awakes).] The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must. A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded. The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh. Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollow to be have happened! The untireties of livesliving being the one substrance of a streamsbecoming. Totalled in toldteld and teldtold. Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine! Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter brand to the reneweller of the sky, thou who agnitest! Dah! Arcthuris comeing! Be! Verb umprincipiant through the trancitive spaces! Kilt by kelt shell kithagain with kinagain. We elect for thee, Tirtangel. We Durbalanars, theeadjure. A way, the Margan, from our astamite, through dimdom done till light kindling light has led we hopas but hunt me the journeyon, iteritinerant, the kal his course, amid the semitary of Somnionia. Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth. The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must Song: Puppet Show When in doubt you Must repeat this Elemental Post-script refrain Where I love you Doesn’t matter It’s the what That loves who we are Song: Formicary (definition: anthill: a mound of earth made by ants as they dig their nest) A man who would be king, a big thing To move great masses with his mouth To play fast and loose with limb To build a castle on the sand To lie with grace And steal with face A horrible cunning man A lovable and callous sham Condemned to flail without end Condemned to fail in the end To give more than he takes With high stakes To Save the world from itself To put his own gain on the shelf To set his mind on a higher peak And always turn the other cheek A champion of the meek What a total fucking freak Condemned to flail, tries to mend Condemned to fail in the end Insignificant / Indispensable Dependable / Disposable Miniscule / Indefatigable A man who would be king Song: Angle Of Repose I am made of tons of tiny countries With closely guarded borders Each country has a castle Each castle has a throne You are the tiny king Of your very own I sneak across at night When the crossing is easy I watch and I wonder At your curious customs, But I forget them all by day Did the night invade the day? Or was it day invaded night? Were you among the last to be found? Did you have your hands In the ground? I buried the dead and they came stories I planted the stories, they came up singing I planted the song and it came up dancing I buried the dance and it Came up facing home I buried the dead and they came laughing I planted the laugher, it came up singing I planted the song and it came up fighting I buried the battle, it came up facing home I buried the dead and they came up laughing I buried the laughter and cried This garden we’ve planted will come up around us And take us all down in a great big avalanche Of useless things, of persistently plastic things, Of things that cost us this tiny world of tiny kings Song: Ossuary âìåñ÷îä (any place set aside for the bones of the dead) Mouth of beast, ravening Worshipful, their eyes sent reeling Head first Into the cage Eyes down Suffer the lathe [machine tool for shaping metal or wood] Song: The Salt Crown Now I have your shoes Today I wear your old black shirt I have the things that I gave to you But soon I’ll be ready to give them back Come and get them Shale-skin, salt-crown, slate-feather, corpse-down Stone-blood, flesh-bane, life-bone, death-vein, salt-crown Face the sunrise with eyes made of light Swallow the early song with eardrums made of the first sound Break the soft young earth with limbs made of the oldest stone Through our watery eyes, stone watches itself standing Alone, forever, against the flickering sky Through our watery mouths, stone calls itself by a new name Bones of the earth. Stone The bones call the stone by name, Crying, “Come, old mother, and cover me.” The stone shows the bones the way of the silent, lifeless salt crown The bones call the bones of the earth by name Crying, “Come, old mother’s father, and bury me.” The stone shows the bones the way of the Ageless, deathless salt crown Now you’ve gone back in And I’ll stay out with your bones, burned and ground to sand Keep watch with the faces you made with your hands But soon I’ll be ready… no I’m not ready to give them back Come, oh come and get them Song: The Only Dance I can see them from here Glistening and bright Night is here at my side Helping me hide in shadows This is he only Dance I remember now Tom tom c’est moi The blue guitar and I Are one The orchestra fills the high hall With shuffling men High as the hall Song: The Greenless Wreath [wreath = flower arrangement consisting of a circular band of foliage or flowers for ornamental purposes] At last in the trembling leaves This bone-cage slips away Lost in the shivering trees Your absent voice is clay Last breath of green First breath of stone Sweep this cage of bone Hungry for your desperate dreams I hold exhaustion close The shining world is all that it seems I fall in love with ghosts Whispering to you Through reconstructed teeth A cage of bone in the greenless wreath Last breath of green First breath of stone 10. The Widening Eye (Instrumental) 11. The Putrid Refrain (Instrumental) * * * * * * * END OF LYRICS Artist: Sleepytime Gorilla Museum Album: In Glorious Times * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *