Probably the most direct song on her in-terms of subject manner, it's basically an abstract description of a failed relation. The main inspiration for this is both my own personal life and their mirror in the films Woody Allen and Diane Keaton made together, particularly Manhattan which I sample in this.

This sun pierces through we decaying trees 
Enough to make a halo from these floating leaves 
From this fire spawns a forge 
From a passion so forged 
Paper hearts shall burn at the stake 
She departs with one reminder of this mistake 
Marooned beneath bleeding skies they slumber 
But soon the fire hungers 
And the flesh freezes solid 
So he carves a face so stolid 
The hills have eyes to terrify Lovecraft 
As the moon slips from his grasp 
And the stars fall vacant to the dirt 
As he forgets every emotion placed in this verse 
Poison clouds tear apart his safe-place 
Leafs fall like detached hearts down a staircase 

He stares into the sky 
It's a pity she can't see why 
She's lost amongst the mist 
In Gothic Eden set adrift 
He stares into the sky 
It's a pity she can't see why 
She's lost amongst the mist 
In Gothic Eden set adrift 

She returns with plain-clothed Asmodeus 
The sun collapses and she is nameless 
Beneath blankets she feigns bliss beneath 
While he builds suburbia's in vein atop concrete 
He writes the same sequence till his fingers (turn) brittle 
She reads between the lines post (suicidal) vigil 
She can see a crown of thorns as connected roses 
Which blinds her to this swarm of locusts 
But this wooden heart shall not be devoured 
Even when she's broken apart for hours 
Still her eyes shine like (sinking) binary stars 
In his eyes and mind they rarely depart 
She fears the light like a child fears the darkness 
He fears for her lifelike opium amongst the heartless 
She see's heaven to find she missed connection 
The sun rises to shine light on her misconceptions 

He stares into the sky 
It's a pity she can't see why 
She's lost amongst the mist 
In Gothic Eden set adrift 
He stares into the sky 
It's a pity she can't see why 
She's lost amongst the mist 
In Gothic Eden set adrift 

He sits by the same tree 
Reinventing a bastards patchwork 
She lifts (hollow) smiles with the same teeth 
In descending order of what her laughs worth 
He's written this scene sixteen times 
Amidst descriptions of him kissing skies 
He has felt the conflict of a warm embrace 
And the harsh mistress of a clock-face 
She can't save her self as my brothers fall to sedatives 
He can't save himself so he floods her with godless messages 
He opens her eyes; (she) prefers the blindfold 
She awakens desires; he cannot resolve 
He can stitch on some skeletal wings 
And fly away from this unbearable regime 
But she pulls (him) back to this oppressive obelisk 
He swears to never write (her) another depressive sonnet 
She returns to metropolis by day-break 
The sun burns her exposed heart as today wakes 
To dry (her) every tear the rain drowned 
So they slumber here, apart as their hearts make the same sound 

"Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... 
Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... 
For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and 
Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, 
recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert 
... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... 
the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face.."


SaveHerself

https://jackmythos.bandcamp.com/album/science-fantasy

SaveHerself

Jack Mythos