Rabbit Run Down The Hole Of A Skull: LYRICS

JIM COLLINS

Music Performed by the High Mass

Love

Many people in a field, sitting on blades of grass

And quest not to bound

Offer sealed, duty assigned, who wears the number?

Dies by his fire

There is the face for sure that has covened us

Bent on reckoning to call the number

Forest of breath that blazes inside your fire

Beware the listener, the pallbearers begin

Counting years unpronounced
There is no end for us

We never die

We tried to swim for shore

What must be blocking us?

It must be the monster

This is it, this is the house

This is it, this is the moon

This is it, this is the sun

Love, love, love, love

Scorpio in Mars

No you can’t come and play in my garden

I’ll have to close the gate

For fear that you might hurt me

Or worse I might hurt myself

And if the room should awaken

In glorious colors of day

That pull out my rainbow

And strangle it at your feet

You go down as I come up

And I hear soft singing

In garbage heaps of old roads

Sooner sink and thoughtless hours

And yes I might stay in my thoughts awhile

And watch the corridors slide and fall

Inside me

Wash your head, your head, your head

And we’ll be joined again

And though you wept at your trial

We’re as close as good, good, good

No you can’t come and play in my garden

I’ll have to close the gate

For fear that you might hurt me

Or worse I might hurt myself

Wash your head, your head, your head

And we’ll be joined again

And though you wept at your trial

We’re as close as good, good, good

God Song

In the beginning there was you

In the beginning God too

Trees of the streets are bloom with leaves

And I knew it leads to my God

But oh, what glorious days I once knew in your arms

Glorious nights and vespers in search for what I knew to be the truth

That a raised voice is as good as a dead ass

A strip of cloth will smell as good as nothing at all

Kicked and shat on

What are we?
Nothing at all

In the end

No more you

In the end

No more God too

Only thoughts pinned on God

In the mix amidst the storm

A thought comes
I am love

Bring Some Pleasure to Your Eye

[Instrumental]

Morning Son

[spoken]

With each thread undone

I become less of me and more of everything

Morning brings a high life

In a cloak of fancy patterns

Julie said the sun

Splinters haystacks and painting oils

Shuffling feet at the end of summer

She wears a crown

I will share my bread with the worms my dear

Jesus

I hear the window call to me

Like the wind on the reeds

Like a bluebird out there eating

In my brain you drew curtains of the slain

And planted them for the games that were lost

Sing a song and say “man’s here at his passage”

Follow me come what may

Sleep in the lion’s mane

I hear her call and say “come to me”

In your life I find the light of the world

And in your glory I might see the sin

That’s been bestowed in everyone.

Eat my body

Drink my blood and you’ll be me

And the falling forest sings from the winds

I wanna be just like Jesus

On a ship of a body

On a river of blood

To the fallen forest

I wanna be just like Jesus

Walk in the Country

Your illusion is your game

Somebody else's illusions make you feel sane
Do you want their conclusions?
People dying young and old having never seen themselves

Rabbit run down the hole of a skull
The hole's a country, the skull a light

Do you follow the figure
Dipped in the long river?
The wind howls after you
Her claws are full of blood
Gaining speed as she runs
You slave beside her ditch

Run along the walls of glass
See through dark mirror
Eating paper or smoke and laughing all the way

The intrusion is made of jaws
Like everyday promises
Flowers cut too low
Gather up people
We can watch the power grow
Fold inside your head

Rabbit run down the hole of a skull
The hole's a country, the skull a light

Time for Now
[Instrumental]

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TOMMY ROUNDTREE

Jungle Blood

Feel Me

I don’t mind what they say

Why should I any old way

We’ll I’ve given up all that junk

I just don’t care

You’re gonna lose anyway

Oh honey, feel me

Lies changing shape

Not that ominous one

Oh come on breast just the rise and fall

Lil’ animals beneath your shirt

In or out, they’re just getting dirty

You’re gonna lose anyway

Oh honey, feel me

Oh, shake for me girl

You know I like it like that

Oh, shake for me

Oh, I like it like it like that, I like it like that

You’re gonna lose anyway

Oh honey, feel me

Dora

Dora

Whose name is the same

When spoken backwards

Dora

Bedside, brother, sister

The hound’s small hands twirled again

Again

Dora

O’er rags wander again

Painting wild game,

Leaves, grass and room bare

Feature sink

Dora

Long dead for

Flower printed skirt

(Again)

Flower printed skirt

Feet, side, shoulder, legs open

Dora

Chair, mother, window, reef

Swealter and lap

Pigs at your twat

Never to lift or come again

Dora

Whose name is the same

When spoken backwards

Dora

Cornflakes And Coffee

It’s raining outside

You can hear it off the tires

Of the cars going by

I would call it reminiscent

Going back to places I’d rather forget

Even the woods couldn’t hide

The past too easy to find

To show up in places like these

Was it the spirit of my being?

The essence of my being?

Building rooms in my penis,

And taking hold of me

Pitching hay before sunrise

When I was alone I felt more at ease

And that retarded boy he got up from me

And went off to the bathroom that was entered

Through a cut screen

And I laid there thinking

Of all the places I’d rather be

And I almost spewed

Cornflakes and coffee

And I wished I could be new again

In a place, anyplace, I could get to

All the love, all the love in the world

All the love in the world

Center Of Light

Center of light

Running through my head

Taking it all the way

Bounce around off the clouds

Where they’re waiting inside

On old couches and laundry piles

Searching and racing, rolling, erasing,

The space beneath the coffee table

Lay there reading the label

Jump up to get away

Can’t go that way, can’t go that way

Climb the fences of men who made it seem sane

Wild animals they could tame

While the light shattered in their brains

And it poured out just the same

And drag in from the rains

Yeah pours out just the same

Attached so rightly to the flame

And it glows it’s just the same

Yeah it closes just the same

Can’t go that way

Center of light

Running through my head

Rolling, erasing, searching and racing, rolling

Center of Light

Brown

Lost it the other day, woah!

Lost it the other day, oh-

Lil’ Brown, won’t you spin me around

Lil’ Brown, you got me coming down now

I hear the cymbals crashing down

I hear the symbols crashing down

Lil’ Brown, won’t you spin me around

Lil’ Brown, you got me coming down now

I’m early in the morning light

I’m gone in the evening time

Give my heart a second chance

I am riding in the master’s hands

Lil’ Brown, won’t you spin me around

Lil’ Brown, you got me coming down now

We’re clean as the dirt I’m feeling

Woah you got me reeling

As clean as the dirt I’m feeling

Well that’s the light that I’m reliving

Lil’ Brown, won’t you spin me around

Lil’ Brown, you got me coming down now

White Dancer

Make way for a dancer, white

Yesterday I traced my finger along my body

As I watched the sunshade twist between the leaves

And it was yesterday I broke all the mirrors in every room

Just trying to find me

And yesterday I saw the mass graves

Frozen faces still showing their teeth

And flies are steeped in slaughter

Where these masters sleep

Cold and numb in a littered white field, crackers, grapes

And the dirty water of isolation, bitter isolation

Make way for a dancer, white

Everyday I wake I want to slit my throat

I can picture the space pulling us while we’re wasting away

And it, it will change us with Mays

Then spit in our faces

Maybe we’re happier that way

And as the burning spreads across our backs

Hands stamped down the corridors that just keep repeating

Over and over again

And I’ll ride that big son of a bitch right on out of here

Just over the horizon

Where the wind breaks the silence

Yeah the wind breaks the silence

Make way for a dancer, white

Sunshine

Just a little more sunshine

A little more rain

Another passing day, this one

To ignite again and again

A little more passion

To burrow deep inside

The cozy cocoon

The waking thighs of life

All mixed with the laughter of thoughts

Interblessed tunnels with strife

To feed on the elusive meanings of life

To suck at its soft hide

To suck at its hide

Oh, a tassel to slap back and forth

Or hold firm in my hand

Before my clutch grows too loose

Another glass of champagne

And may we conjure up

A sense of wonder worthy of offending pride

Studded with rubies and pearls

But stuffed with barbed wire

Yeah, stuffed with barbed wire

Another smiling face

And the creases defined

An early morning sailboat race

On the stagnant ponds of our lives

Where we go to write our story

On the waters of the damned

Lips shut and mouths sewn tight

With the threads of our hairs

And when the doors are all shut

Well what happens then?

Oh what happens then?

Well they keep on fucking me, fucking me

Oh keep on fucking me, fucking me

Oh a keep on

The Tower Inside

One or the other

I’m trapped in this wilderness of smoke stuck in frame

We begin

Masked on a volleyball court

Or naked at a funeral home

We turn out the same

Inside there is a tower

Watch the spare water there

And everyone taking their time to choose

Which way to lose

Rocket ships that comb the sky

Climb outside and paint off the laws of night

Camouflage in sand all the lines on the maker’s hand

We might not know who we are

He might like to put aside our disguise

In the tower inside

One or the other

I’m trapped in this wilderness of smoke stuck in frame

We begin

Here in this Meat Department

Well I will wait here

Where we all wait

Under neon lights between the metal frames and the bleach buckets

And the cutting board stains

Bottled up with every kite that took flight

Little highs and little lows

Here in this meat department

I will wait in this place

On top the piles of desires and fears

Lay the fat not fit to eat

On the cold floor

Behind the large windows

My whole life to see

Oh how we wait

The action tilting back and forth

One fell down, others on top of him

And a hard-on you wouldn’t believe

Helmet tilted back and they would intuitively receive

Until the cut smell comes clean

Here in this meat department

Then the hour is late

And though you have every game to play

And everyone to see, separated in pieces

Preserved in tiles of caked feces

And to contemplate, pull apart the wires

Behind the large windows

Here in this meat department

My whole life to see

Here in this meat department

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