The Perfume Of Decay

The Dark Below (Redux)

Slip Of The Tongue

This is a track about imposter syndrome... and about how we always seem to know exactly what to say to someone when they have a problem but can never apply the same advice to ourselves. And about how it sometimes needs the person closest to you to tell you when you're being an idiot. And about being scared of fire.

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Lyrics:

She said I was her rock.
She thought that I was wise.
But I am an imposter in a badly worn disguise.

A rock is solid, hard and real.
It doesn't make a sound.
But if you sail too close, your ship will run aground.

There's a bullet in the night. I'm in the line of site. I can feel it coming.
And then your hand in mine. You pull me to the ground. And undercover.
Oh. I wonder...

She said I was her rock.
I always found the words.
But that is giving credit that I'm not sure I deserve.

A rock is solid, hard and real.
Immoveable and strong.
A rock doesn't need to communicate in a song.

There's a bullet in the night. I'm in the line of site. I can feel it coming.
And then your hand in mine. You pull me to the ground. And undercover.
Oh. I wonder...

Tell me, do you see the light? (that must mean there's a fire)
Can you smell the smoke? (that must mean there's a fire)
Do you feel the heat? (that must mean there's a fire)
Do you, do you know the drill? (that must mean there's a fire)

That must mean there's a fire...

1982

Her Rock

Cultures And Vultures


Cultures And Voltures
Cultures showing the path
Voltures waiting on you to be weak

Is better to be loved
Or to be temed my friend 
Is that a point?
Or it’s all a laugh?

She puts her ass on my face 
I’m looking for Love instead
You don’t have to beg me for it
I’m so well and ready for it

They screwed everything up
So don’t want to pay for art
No voice no sound no more
No thinking no opinions 
No protesters no contenders 

Cultures And Voltures
Cultures showing the path
Voltures waiting on you to be weak

Is better to be loved
Or to be temed my friend 
Is that a point?
Or it’s all a laugh?

The earth is flat they said
No one daring to protest
No more rap no more fake rebel
Sad to see you wasting your youth like that 

She puts her ass on my face 
I’m looking for Love instead
You don’t have to beg me for it
I’m so well and ready for it

They screwed everything up
So don’t want to pay for art
No voice no sound no more
No thinking no opinions 
No protesters

Cultures And Voltures

All of These Things

The still walls breathe in 
the shades of blue,
ghosts of your touch
hum in the air.

I drink the air 
but I drown instead,
lungs filled with things
we couldn’t save.

How can I call it home?
Since home is wherever you stay.
And should I tear the wall?
Since home is wherever we sway

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