The Man-Eating Tree - Vine lyrics
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Tracks 01. Lathing A New Man
02. The White Plateau 03. This Longitude Of Sleep 04. King Of July 05. Of Birth For Passing 06. Out Of The Wind 07. Nights In White Satin 08. Tide Shift 09. Instead Of Sand And Stone 10. Amended 01. Lathing A New Man
I know
As well as My own name They will never Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man, made of nothing In his master's house Where words drive Into his flesh like nails He knows. Like his own name He will never Understand these hollow Meanings. This crafting of all new divides Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man, made of nothing In his master's house Where words drive Into his flesh like nails He knows. 02. The White Plateau
The feeling
Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Making Deserts bloom But not for us We traded Our tending sky For his hands Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Sanded down by years And dried out by the sun Sanded down By the dark mantra of our times. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Sanded down by years And dried out by the sun Sanded down By the dark mantra of our times. 03. This Longitude Of Sleep
In these eastern parts of a war,
As threats drifting with days Built up like clouds meant To shroud all light But this one here. But as threats, They never had much Of a real thunder to them. In the parts untouched by the war The same threats Like rafts of birds Would swing and buffet Sideways and through the Clouds meant to shroud all light But this one here. But as threats, they never had much Of a real thunder to them. As fire brigades Continue to take on The furnace outside, We would swing through And down again Like those damned birds Through any joys In this Bloody mess of black And then back down again. While you were asleep I left the house With a burning ghost on my heels To chase down the clouds meant To shroud all light But this one here 04. King Of July
As if catching a wave,
Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a warning. Believed it, Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot. Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me As if soaring on wings wide In the bluest of skies And burnt so by the sun. As if one whisper Could brand me for good Burn a mark for all eyes to see. Believed it, Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot. Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me Door of a promise opened. And closed again. Believed it, Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot. Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me 05. Of Birth For Passing
To escape
With the rays of the sun And the mist of cold Climb into one Last view Of a garden Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here, at the last mile to walk Would it ring true Here, at the breaker of the new Would it ring true Here, between birth and passing That this breath Like a sparrow Was meant to flee The grasp of winter's cold Life would barter loss For a new flickering of hope And quarrels for calm peace All Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here, at the last mile to walk Would it ring true Here, at the breaker of the new Would it ring true Here, between birth and passing That all this breath like a sparrow Was meant to flee into A trade of birth for passing Without a shadow of doubt All words were heard And nothing was in vain In this trade of Birth for passing And the garden whispered freedom Said "You are free now, fly." 06. Out Of The Wind
Now and again
Would come the invisible Out of the nether in Her finest dress Breaking free to haunt The eyes that saw Then silver wires Hung in the haze Skin, and frail bones Hung in the night Hunger for the marvel And worship of the fright As long as it's safer for us Than it was for her Haunting only softly Like daytime radio Then silver wires Hung in the haze Skin, and frail bones Hung in the night Carrying a song he sings For the woods: Led her out of the wind And off into the smoke Led her out of the wind For the brandy and wine Led her out of the wind If only my bones wouldn't Begin so much to feel it Led her out of the wind Off into the smoke! Then silver wires Hung in the haze Skin, and frail bones Hung in the night 07. Nights In White Satin
[Dedicated to Miika Tenkula R.I.P.]
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end, Letters I've written, never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before. Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore. 'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you. Gazing at people, some hand in hand, Just what I'm going through they can't understand. Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend, Just what you want to be, you will be in the end. And I love you, yes I love you, Oh how I love you, oh how I love you. 08. Tide Shift
What are those fangs in your flesh?
Why are those teeth of fear Gnawing in? What are those words that you Wouldn't hurt a fly? Like the promise of a lower tax and A higher pay. Could even An unbroken wall Ever keep at bay This tide on the rise The river Behind a breaking wall The dam that is you. Where's all the courage of tomorrow? The courage to take a stand and Not to break. I can whisper it to you. It was spent ahead of time by the Scare of today. And floodgates will soon open. Could even An unbroken wall Ever keep at bay This tide on the rise The river Behind a breaking wall The dam that is you. And floodgates will soon open. 09. Instead Of Sand And Stone
Ordered
To design and build from sand And stone a maze That would be fine and oh, prime. A maze that would meet The demand; Demand of make disappear. But in this maze of mine you'll find No walls too high No stairs to climb No shine of gold No shackles to bind For I made my maze From the desert of soul Ordered To design and build from tears And worry a maze That would be fine and oh, prime A maze that would meet The demand. Demand of make disappear. But in this maze of mine you'll find No walls too high No stairs to climb No shine of gold No shackles to bind For I made my maze From the desert of soul 10. Amended
Will work and try
To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires I have lit Will free the birds I have caged in I am Here, at the house of light, come see me The night and I, In a parley now, believe me And all my words have weight again, hear me And all our wounds have healed me Will travel in the cold To find a house of light Will call for the night To have it's ghost stand down Will breath life into The promise i have broken Will walk days in the sun To arrive where I can say: I am Here, at the house of light, come see me The night and I, In a parley now, believe me And all my words have weight again, hear me And all our wounds have healed me |