@materialgirlrap

i woke up last night, my bed sheets were drenched
i couldn't find my little light, my body covered in sweat
my dreams now are all just my thoughts of what's next
while i'm living it right now, still stuck carrying what's left 

in my carriage that i drag round like the pale horse i am
keep my grief on display in my glasshouse caravan
keep my face covered in public, there's no windows in my hands
won't let you hold me not again, i can't afford another dance 

i know the jukebox has been broken for a while so why offer
there's no more time for pantomime, no phantoms at the opera
i wish this leitmotif in all my lovers wasn't horror
i wish that i was treated right and wasn't made to suffer 

and then i woke up one night, my body wouldn't listen
then i realised this body is a cage and i'm imprisoned
i asked you what use is this mind if its so distant
you smiled and kept talking to your friends like i was fiction 

a quote that you remembered as you looked up to the sky
as if you looked up into nothing, i watched the glaze fill your eyes
i wish you'd let go cos i still hate to see you pass me by
don't need to let go again, don't need to laugh and start to cry 

don't make me let go again, i've done it so many times
i've only just convinced myself we don't sleep through the same nights
and you're not in the same place and you don't live the same life
cos i don't live the same life
Die Tür ist zu
goodbye

Die Tür ist zu [Material Girl]

Credits:
Production, vocals, sampler, guitar, bass, drums: Material Girl
Additional vocals: childboy
Kalimba, tambourine: Starri
Mixing: Material Girl
Additional mixing: Stone Henman
Mastering: Material Girl
Additional backing vocals by zombAe and Codex

Lyrics:
Lama sabachthani
Father why art thou forgotten me
The cold and distant holding
Of the crying wall of apostasy
Phone lines, modems, fax machines
Light the line that carries me
Echoes sketched in transients
To spirits there across the sea
This remorse that doesn't hold water
Bodies with no form longer
Psyches in the orbit of those corners where the spirits wander
Silence streams from Elohim
To my pleading to be wanted
So I ask unto the lifted 
When they grant me their responses

We hear a voice from above
So nothing settles back now
In the words 
Of this mystery

Soft rains falling with new cycles of the pagan Zodiac
Cast twine into the sea and stone, Hazuki’s loose demoniac 
Hands turning hard on the handles of my Pontiac 
I grew up thinking all my house’s landline phones were tapped
I grew up thinking everyone could see the way that atoms move, all these ghosts of positions in the past
Grew up thinking it was strange I had to teach myself to laugh 
(Now we go to where everybody else is going back)
And if thine eye cause thee to stumble
Errant satellites that thieve your numbers 
Mary to the child that she in love with
A David after Earth who needs the Other
Am I inadequate unto God to warrant his light and miracle?
I try to hold onto things I know I can’t explain 
I’ve known better in my life than to ever count on change 
The place we switch bodies and see new lives in the trade

Mikahel (ft. childboy)

phone: 4407083302
email: matthewleebmusic@gmail.com
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