Blood For The Baptism

by King of Tyrus

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released April 7, 2017

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Track Name: Divine Providence
With the sun and the wind to my back
Warming my neck and driving my step
I proceed to make my arms extend and my fingertips reach
The extent that I live; the extent that I seek
Why can't I convalesce in peace?

Oh, do I know...
The energy... how much energy it takes to break... and sink into the cold

Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
For mine are alive and well!
They're alive and well

Acceptance comes; acceptance goes
Here I am grappling with the same words, the same woes
It's a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don't mind. You aren't mine.

I was once the study of a native
Count with me these days of heaven
That they'll never graduate my fingers,
even see my toes

"I am here," I said, pointing to my chest. "I am home."
- "Where is that?"
"I don't know."

Acceptance comes; acceptance goes
Here I am grappling with the same words, the same woes
It's a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don't mind. You aren't mine.

...

"Oh hey! The wolf is away! We can take some time for ourselves! Celebrate the world as all well, all while the wolf is away."

...

Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
For mine are alive and well!
They’re alive and well
Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
It’s just as well if you die of thirst.

Go out!
Go out and bring me every godhead of the pantheon
Your king commands it.
"It's the will of the wind. THE WIND, I SAY!"

It's a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don't mind. You aren't mine.
Track Name: Napalm Trees
The sidewalks and street lights and dark tones of green
They always send me back to the same place it seems
Sailing on salts of buoyant melancholy,
stretching my arms out for sails, I'll go.

Napalm trees shedding leaves
Over glass beaches in a scene
From something I once dreamed
Raspberry Water dreams.

And as for me, I leave here tomorrow for an unknown destination.

I'm outside and it's darker than usual.
"Wind Oxen" - n. Oxygen, yoke, and bow in the wheat.
Fur Elise in A Minor's dreams
Between positive life events and life attempts, there's peace

The stories and music and films that I see
They always send me back to the same place it seems
Sailing on salts of buoyant melancholy,
stretching my arms out for sails, I'll go.

Napalm trees shedding leaves
Over glass beaches in a scene
From something I once dreamed
Raspberry Water dreams.

And as for me, I leave here tomorrow for an unknown destination.

I'm outside and it's darker than usual.
Off automatic, I'm on manual
Fuck walking the way of the master
I dare you to make me a martyr

The quiet and violent defenses I need
They always send me back to the same place it seems

And as for me, I leave here tomorrow for an unknown destination.
Track Name: Darkosis Nervosa
Two kin talkin’ Tolkien in the kitchen when I walked in
They’re good kids always growing upwards
So let it sink in or you will sink
I’m Elijah on ascent; no blood in me innocent
A dada Derrida on C9 with comp B
It’s the peasants who poison the Leviathan in its sleep
But I’m no St. George and my sword’s out of reach

So I'll leave
I'll take the beachhead down
To Watership Down:
through the Garden,
over Walden
to find the Down.

Low hum melody of summer cicada-painted wall murals on section 8 housing to sing the residents to sleep

I traded gun shots for bird songs
and protests for quiet calm
Lawsuits for patience
and dead cops for silence

I come back to my hope running home
Dressed in black garb, blue eyes turned
my way and I stop ‘cause I know what they say:

"Come see the body. It’s embalmed and ready."

I hold no misconceptions on the road that winds before me
for I can tell the difference in the gait of step beside me
of all the misanthropic antiquated morons on a mission
It’s a death march of zombie walking people taking tours of motion
and back home, my cold darkosis nervosa
Why hold your quarter upward as if you seek forgiveness
When you twist your wicked fingers ‘round in desperate irreverence

So I'll leave
I'll take the beachhead down
To Watership Down:
through the Garden,
over Walden
to find the Down.
Track Name: Prey On Angels
I’m atop a dark tower in a real dark place
I make out a dark field and a couple dark shapes,
but I’ve seen stranger things with my eyes closed
And I keep telling myself
That I’m okay,
that I’m okay,
that I’m not blind, but the darkness takes me anyway.
And I’m here now
I’m not where I want to be
but I’ll make it there someday.

Help me pour White Russians over White Russian Sages
Ring around the table; pass the audio-input cable
Feel loss with me. Feel loss, Sophie.
Everyone sees
Everyone sees
Everyone sees

And I’m lost again, wandering
through the Hanging Gardens.
I breathe in just to breathe in.
"Breathe in the Pale Light, Honor -
ride the Cold Horse onward."

I’m amid the smoke and rubble of the Town’s Old Church
I make out the crooked figure of an old man’s corpse,
but I’ve seen stranger things with my eyes closed
And I keep repeating to myself
that I’m okay,
that I’m okay,
that I’m not blind, but the darkness takes me anyway.
And I’m here now
I’m not where I wanna be
but I’ll make it there someday.

Mom and Dad are helping with the bomb vest:
“Clip it tight and pray, son. We all die young.”
And Evie smokes rings – heavy smoke rings
Everyone sings
Everyone sings
Everyone sings

And I’m lost again, wandering
through the Hanging Gardens.
I breathe in just to breathe in.
"Breathe in the Pale Light, Honor -
ride the Cold Horse onward."

Let us prey on angels, demons, gods, and devils.
‘Cause there’s something ‘bout being mortal.
...
Fallout/Fallout

So breathe in. Just breathe in.
"Suffocate as the world burns, Honor -
ride the Cold Horse onward."

What was it Rust Cohle said about a midnight?
Somethin' ‘bout walking hand-in-hand into the midnight
What was it Rust Cohle said about a midnight?
Somethin' ‘bout walking hand-in-hand into the midnight

Through the Hanging Gardens
I breathe in just to breathe in.
"Breathe in the Pale Light, Honor -
ride the Cold Horse onward."
Track Name: A Farewell To Arms
Call the waves back to me, O Lord
They've stolen from me, mine own
And you know, O Lord, you know
How it is to lose your own

Show me the wonder of your world, O Lord
For the days that pass, pass without guidance
My world is left and I am stolen
If any hope is, O Lord, it is no more
Track Name: American Dream Catcher
Say hello, living Van Gogh in the projects
pushing too hard on the brush to live painless.
Be like Alice, always chasing white rabbits
to their homes for the secrets they know.
Academic in the sense that you “get it”:
Turgenev’s Phantom is the tollbooth ticket
to the void - the null side -
the nothingness -
______
...

Lullaby whispered in my ear:
“It’s time to sleep. Dream of void, dream of peace.”
Wake to form and out here there is no peace, only violence

The dream’s a sugar whiteout/ whole city blocks are covered/ we’ll toast and jump off/ foil hats off/ ‘cause the voices said the ground’s soft

Stop
Do you hear that?
The Devil’s on his way, I can feel it.
The wind is milk against the skin,
dripping off as the leaves they turn from green

You’ll run and you’ll run with your head tilted towards the sun
like the children running free
in this American suburban dream.

Thumbs down. I wanna see the bloodshed now!
You painted the door red with the Blood of the Lamb,
but the plague just passed on through.

Welcome to the void. Harvest time is here!
The bells ring and the children play fishermen in the sand.
They congregate to the speech with their toy guns in hand.
All of God’s children said, “Amen.”

So let’s play cups...
Keep your eye on the sign as the signifier changes:
I’m pop-psych-sick of sightseeing-light-lit
Gone girl? Gone world!
Gone roll around off the beaten road

You’ll run and you’ll run, but you’ll never catch up to God.
It’s a lost cause.

Thumbs down. I wanna see the bloodshed now!
You painted the door red with the Blood of the Lamb,
but the plague just passed on through.

Welcome to the void. Harvest time is here!
The bells ring and the children play fishermen in the sand.
They congregate to the speech with their toy guns in hand.
All of God’s children said, “Amen.”

You will never find the lake, Thoreau.
Tell your students there is nothing to know:
nothing gained, nothing learned, nothing grown.

Sit here, right beside me. Find quiet in the rhythm of my breathing. On the hillside, lakeside, watching lanterns rise/

So fly south, sweet flock of angels
Take away my hope for me
It’ll do you more good than me

Fly south, sweet flock of angels
Take away my hope for me
It’ll do you more good than me

Good bye. We all die young.