The Y sessions - Charon

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Released Date: 23rd October 2020
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The Mountain Will Come To You

RIGHT NOW

Set the lights low and
Bite your lip
Move in so so slow
Rest your feathered head
On my shoulder
Lights flicker on the wall

Time just fades away
In widescreen ballet
Reclining in our seats
As the shows repeat

Set the lights low and
Bite your lip
Move in so so slow
Rest your feathered head
On my shoulder
Lights flicker on the wall

Motion of our eyes
The blurred sense of ease
Emotion on the screen
Colors shine so brightly

Set the lights low and
Bite your lip
Move in so so slow
Rest your feathered head
On my shoulder
Lights flicker on the wall

Movie Night

Send your angels home

The light that’s blinding me
 Like waves from the sun
Through God’s eye

The fight you gave to me
worked like a charm
Oh most times

No discernible purpose
It all seems so strange from time to time
It all seems so feeble now
To stand on the graves of better times

As we settle in to visages 
The past visions play
Like the leaves dancing on the breeze

Though your memories                        
Are haunting me
In ways I can’t change
Still I’ll follow you where you breathe

All I know is all I’ve seen
Another broken part of me
But in the golden halls of dreams
I’ll be a king

 Though Eventually the emptiness will call us away
May it broadcast your love to me

When my cards are all drawn
And my body is gone
Will you visit me in your dreams

All I know is all I’ve seen
Another broken part of me
But in the golden halls of dreams
I’ll be a king

Graves

As a cold wind choked out scattered dreams
Torn with damage
As them eyes cut holes in me
her hair flowed down like little creeks
Somehow managed to lie down next to me
I’ll haunt the walls of your scattered dreams

But my halo is just vultures circling
Yea our halos they’re just vultures circling

I have been gone for an eternity
Or at least that’s how it feels to me
Draw me in close dear
Let me hold your cheek
Or at least come closer than the fear

Could I stay around a little
‘Till them vultures come take what’s left of me

So go on darlin’ take your piece
Take what’s damaged 
And leave the rest in peace 
I hoped her spells, they would let me be
Still i’m stranded in the words that buried me

I prayed this curse wouldn’t follow me
But I was careless
And it’s cold out in your dreams

Vultures

Mothers take hold of your babies, they’re growing too fast 
and I’m tired of them graves.
So tired of the cheating the bullshit believing 
So tired of fake flowers on graves
I’ll lay down my gun once my work here is done,
 until then I’m a man of the lead
‘Til ignorant leaders stop fucking them dreamers
And pumping their shit in our heads

Then I’ll return triumphant 
Despite all the wasps before us
The marshes will wash off all of our unclean
Petulant thoughts of decadence

At times I get reckless, sometimes I get mean   
But I ain't never been one to suffer no fool
I ain’t quite religious lord if I did pray
I’d have God take his followers home

Lost my heading in August, knelt down in the sawdust
That buried the grown where you made
If I could go back and listen 
I’d take in that wisdom 
You worked your whole life to attain

We’ll make our return triumphant
Despite what the cost might make of us
The marshes will wash us so well as we sleep
And laugh at the plans we all tried to keep

It pains me to know the two best men I’ve known
Have returned to the call of the grave
Lost my Paran to cancer, my father to chances 
most ordinary men dare not take
He went down in the thunder 
The plane pulled him under
His lungs filled with salt of the bay
I can’t visit their tomb 
Until I finish this tune 
 fight with words unconcerned with the page

But when I return triumphant
And stand at the graves of better men
Will I succumb to bitterness
Or stand in the praise that heaven sent

When that eagle flew low
Lord deep down I just know
that you’re watching me carry your name
When it broke though the hills oh it gave me the chills
 just to know that you’re guiding the change

Marshes

I am the garden
that backs on to your train;
graffiti on a hoarding
sordid reading at close range.
Tights in the gutter.
Another shutter down forever.
I am bouquets at the side of the road.

Look for me in the tailback
as you drive the flyover.
I’m the wall of the underpass
Everyone’s eyes slide off me like egg. At last.

I’m the dark sockets
of a house with no power.
Trip switch lips.

Look for me in the now.

Have I broken into your heart yet?
Have I broken into your heart yet?
I’m talking in tongues again, I know. I know.
But have I?
Broken into your heart yet?

Look for me in the trees
at every roundabout you approach,
in hot black rubber tracks.

I am nettles in the hedgerow
a balloon, a blister pack.
I’m teething again
but this time it’s words, it’s words.

Stand firm Kate:
I make a sweep of my face,
and fake my forehead terror proof.
This is not the time to step out into your headlights.
Look for me in the now.
This is not the time to step out into your headlights.
Look for me in the now.

It’s in the words, the words, the words.
The words, the words, the words.
Look for me in the now.

Marshes

THEOPHILE