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The Lowly Lights

by Heads Without Dogs

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1.
It’s coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up to the surface To where I can see it But still I don’t heed it It’s done me fine to decline what I write it is nominal scripture I stare at Annie’s picture And wonder how I can fix her And in due time the headless collide with concubine While the heartless stay by the side of the serpent-eyed Well that is fine I’m bundled up drinking up all the stuff that keeps me depleted And through my pores it is seeping As feelings are defeated Yeah, she was mine but with time I resigned, I became unfamiliar A rotting chemical failure Back for medical reprise And soon enough the shapeless collide with colors While dirty saints resuscitate attractive imposters And in due time the headless collide with concubine While the heartless stay by the side of the serpent-eyed Well that is fine I’m reinventing recoil To inspire the soul I know now once was always too much I know that I’m revealing too much I’ve got the facts, let’s relax and relapse and we’ll run desolate I’m obligated to appall And spoon feed you bags of salt We’ll reconvene when I’m clean, yeah I’ll leave this scene that I despise And writhe with the lowly lights Because we look like fools when we die (Dirty saints resuscitate attractive imposters While the heartless hang by infatuated monsters)
2.
Consult the cannibals The hungry animals Who dine and dash at a human pace The holy trinity The aborted infinity They all smile and dance in place There’s no hope for affection when the infection’s made it to the brain I think I’ve found religion in the incision on the skin I stained I’m inclined to share our fate We’re devoid of everything Yeah safety elongates Where we urinate Take pride in house and home I’m tending to the scars The artist will not starve The body, the blood, the poem Consumed with infatuation of thoughts of strangulation in the rain Proposing a revolution of secular prostitution now penetrates I’m ashamed to share our fate We’re devoid of all feeling Forgive me for my skin And accept the snake for who he is Yeah impress me next of kin And praise all the saints who taught you of this Consult the cannibals The hungry animals The harsh improbables The rabid radicals
3.
I’m a castaway, I’m a negligée, I am hanging on the wall I’m a protégé of the dark risqué future you’re afraid of Once my massive leaps reached the tallest peaks, a pioneer of written song Now I hide my face in a dimmer place, I’m forever uninvolved Someone took from me my poisonous ivy, my underground ethanol Now I falsely cope, I shake out that hope so nothing gets resolved A brilliant astute of the fucked and rude, I’m unconsciously aware That the trash bags full of my organs pull away from my blank stare I’m never quite prepared So I do what I do Cos I don’t know who we are When we stay in places of the night And drown in the dark Situational hunger takes it’s toll, now I must replace my skin After each Annie has since rendered me devoid of devotion Then dirty saints showed me to live classically you must retire you’re active soul Let the fever win, let decay begin, orchestrate the golden woe Leave everything exposed So I do what I do Cos I can’t sort through the rust When we dig our graves in the afternoon We lay to rest at dusk
4.
Feverous, a lack of trust Crooked glasses on your face The body, the blood, the dirt and the mud A captivating place Drag me down soft and sound We have sealed our fate Running towards the burning, the horns Survival of the fittest stain It’s hard to make a clean escape When I’m devoid of everything I’m sorry love, I can’t relate To anything you say Drugged and dumb, habitual love A mold cold as the clay Wasted portrayal, a binge derailed You no longer pray Drag me down fast and loud We are broken tapes The body, the blood, the filth, the love Devoid of anything You’re anxious friends, the camera lense My complicated medicine It’s where we run, It’s who we love The protagonist impersonation It’s hard to make a clean escape And I’m sorry love I cannot relocate It’s personal, yet dull and fake The plastic bag and the price I pay to stay Devoid of everything
5.
Let it be heard! This written word thing, I’ve been doing it all wrong I’m not supposed to mention all of these girls in every song But Lorraine came out unscathed when I wrecked it early on I would choke on her teeth if that’s what it means to move things along These cannibals think they can conquer the world But only attractive imposters stay eternal I’m always walking into spider webs when I’m chasing pretty girls Recover your lover from the nocturnal Only infatuated monsters stay eternal And their eyes were watching god But I’d rather die for the fun of it Oh my tongue it won’t shut up But these lungs aren’t young enough to quit
6.
Your Teeth 03:56
The serpent minded, the choiceless My morose is blinding the voiceless Now your deaf to the dumbest phrases Clawing at the feet of the faceless The identity that leaves me lifeless So leave the evil to it’s cages And spare me consumption I know your soul is dry Like the art of self-corrosion Your teeth might eat you alive I practice instinct not feeling Just like the sheep, they’re left seeking The Shepard is nowhere to be found Annie had left me elated But you can only be saved when your hated So leave your teeth in your mouth And sort through your stations It takes two weeks to die Information for the anxious: Your love might just be a lie And I’m running with a fever A black bowtie and a clever Call me an avid disbeliever And I’m sorry love you’ll never be her The lonesome crawl from their crosses While the saints are counting up their losses The feverous lost the trust of the heartless And the skin is wearing thin on the hostage And I know your soul is dry Your teeth might eat you alive
7.
I’m waiting for the guy with the butterfly knife And the seedy eyes That avoid me when we meet And he always hides his teeth I’ll never leave again if he needs me as a friend Because it hurts to land And my time’s for the perfect crime When he truly needs my limbs We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline Whether or not we have the time Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight We’ll scatter all the bones to alleviate the sight Because the smell of night Won’t leave until I scream in the lowly lights I’m waiting for the saint with the scar above her leg And her purse is made Out of duct tape because She can’t afford spray paint She’ll sing and drink along to our catchy swan song Until I hate god long Enough to stay inside And find our cavalry was wrong We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline Whether or not we have the time Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight My nightlife captures me in a crass dichotomy Because the sentencing Won’t affect the deepest woes of me We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline Whether or not we have the time Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight I’m waiting for the guy with the butterfly knife
8.
I’m the character who never lived I am God himself with Satan’s limbs Your anxious protagonist I gave my love to serpent skin Now saintly songs replace my grin The scripture’s affluent My body, My blood and my tainted kiss Will soon be the antithesis A begrudged abstinent My concentrated daily death Impales my work related stress But I’m still stuck in this clique incest And I’m anxious I’m wasted The audience augments I’m the catcher in the disguise The desolate don’t compromise And everyone, everyone applauds green eyes And Absalom! Absalom! I’ve returned to be burned alive To be burned alive
9.
She retreated When I begged and pleaded So as a lover I retired To become saint-inspired And I’m obnoxious When I’m unconscious A chauvinist I hope you’ll miss Your anxious protagonist And as I scribble nominal scripture I’m pretty sure I don’t miss her But I always reconsider So salutations To sanitation Cos dear, that boy will make you itch You’ll soon return to my fabric And claim my body As your laundry I am clean but coming unstitched Trying to kick my bleach habit And as I sip my risky elixir I mock delusional singers But nothing paints a picture I’m being treated For things I’ve been seeing And I can’t imagine how that felt Hanging there from your father’s belt And as I scribble nominal scripture I’m fucked up and I miss her And I’ll never reconsider (I stayed around there’s nothing left My beating heart rests in my chest Of all the lives I hoped to wreck Yours appeared the safest bet I wanted for Lorraine to stay Eternal but the world changed So meet me underground if they Tell you that you can’t be saved)
10.
It’s been inferred that these words are meaningless And your teeth don’t belong in my chest It’s best to dance with another fool But I’m always watching you Wide-eyed, but the sight might bury me So it’s convenient that you dug my grave It’s hate for men with makeshift morals And love for fucking up their worlds And my ears ring Cos Annie’s voice is deafening And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds When you live the way I live it’s best to stay underground The process of ferociousness The finality of death You’re abstract in abstinence And my love’s just a hopeful fist A manic among models My morose, corrosive vowels They make your ears ring Cos clarity is clandestine And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds When you live the way I live you always wind up underground So we dripped like dirty dishes And she granted all my wishes I was sorry for my shame But you can never stop Lorraine She is the blonde, blur kiss I’m the anxious protagonist I’ve reinvented recoil So these sheets, they will shake with violence We got wasted in the kitchen And she pulled out all my stitches I’m inclined to ascertain This preposterous chest pain I imposed my grandiose To get her out of her clothes I said I only act appalled To get to know her bones So we sleep like we’re suspicious Her lust becomes malicious I was sorry for my shame But you can never stop Lorraine I was sorry for my shame But you can never stop Lorraine And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds So please live the way I live and come meet me underground
11.
Your words are the cataracts of my sensory That I bleed on to cassette tape sides a & b Cover to cover, you all read anxiously To find, only shame in the story Mellow/Traumatic Little orphan addict Singing for sympathy but never asking Look-a-likes No one writes To be different from the lowly lights So I try low bites, I bottom feed To brutalize the temporary You’re slipping on the sweat beads I sow Where nothing grows over dust and bones Recover your lover, cos I cannot fuck and flee No love I, I’m obliged to honesty Oceans of plastic Foundation for the has-beens Singing the melody of the lapses Noxious nights Novice plight Leaving before the chance of a goodbye Consult the cannibals When dirty saints decompose So I try low bites, I bottom feed To brutalize the temporary We’re different from the lowly lights And leave before you say goodbye
12.
Consult the cannibals The hungry animals The harsh improbables The rabid radicals I’m inclined to share our fate We’re devoid of everything
13.
You’re lining bandages across your skin But you’re forgiven for the places you have been Sometimes the devils just don’t love you right Sometimes you get lost in the night life And I’m not known for waiting for the right time But baby doll these sheets will shake in the right light Sometimes the boys just don’t treat you right When they stare at you with those hissing eyes And I’m waiting for your goodbye So I can drive home to ‘Complete Control’ tonight Yeah you’re living towards the people you don’t know And I’m inspired to fight rock and roll Sometimes the city just don’t hold you tight Maybe my heart could find the right words this time And darling I was Satan before my prime Now I know that Annie loved the lowly lights So we ash our cigarettes in the trash can Do I need to convince you I’m the right man? And I’m waiting for your goodbye So I can sing along to ‘Angel Fuck’ tonight Sometimes your demons hang just out of sight Sometimes we look like fools when we die Sometimes you kill yourself to live your life But I’d like to get to know you in the daylight Sometimes you kill yourself to live your life But I’d like to get to know you in the daylight

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released May 1, 2012

Evan Schmidt - Vocals, Guitars, Keys
Olivier Piroue - Guitars, Bass Guitars, Keys, Vocals
Austin Perkins - Bass Guitars, Vocals
Britton Woolums - Drums, Vocals

Produced, Recorded and Engineered By: Colter Strahan and Heads Without Dogs

Additional Players: Tania Katz - Vocals, Patti Valentine - Organs, Pedal Steel, Keyboards

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