Lebenslüge

Released in 2009

 

   Lady Disdain (Smear)


I’d been dreaming

You were spitting in my face

When the Earth fell through

And the sky closed up.

Like a Sacrament,

You were spitting in my face.

We were doomed by proximity.


Left, Right. Left, Right.

There is no name  for this,

There isn’t anything.

Down. Up, Down.

There is no need to focus,

You’ve lost your sight.


Pretty, down, pretty,

Went in and got her.

Down, pretty, down,

In Ancient Water.

I would smear my blood on your door,

If I knew it would make

    your Dark Angels pass by.

A dream’s a seed that dreams,

And a seed fulfills its dreamer’s needs.

Even our sordid little dreams

    carry their legacy.

Increasingly, we are diminished

By these unused gifts and a dark dream.


But we glide upon the surface,

Some pieces fit, the rest we toss.

If depth is just another word for  bottom,

I want the surface, I want the gloss.


Skydivers falling

    from the clouds like hail.

Christmas cards arrive,

Disguising dirty bombs.

Black Raven flowers that don’t

    need the light,

Venom for Lady Disdain

To immolate in shame.


My plate of stones,

Your band of scorn,

We could occupy different orbits.

Picked apart. You’ve been picked apart,

By these dark little things,

Disembodied and mean.

It’s me mother, the absent twin,

The lost fruit of thy womb.

Momento mori in a drumskin,

A candle, a lampshade.

Your little dream of a master race,

My very own diaspora.

No exit wounds,

Just organic shrapnel and broken music.    


Aligned to the border, the curve of your spine,

I tried to take his half, he tried to take mine.


Still I have to ask,

When we press the bow, do we hurt the string

Serenading the greater nothing?

Is my big picture your little picture

Ensconced in archaic tunings?

Was it a sacrament or a sin offered to a minor deity?

Whatever it was, it took you in,

But I was left drying on the sheets in two forty-one.    

  

In the warm rain, counting the missed.

From the cold flame, a kick and a wish.

We pretend to fly, but we’re only falling.


Silence. We could fade into silence.     

We could keep our names at the bottom of a well.

With the discarded shells of those we’ve passed   

    collapsed in the road.

Violence. We’ve endured the Violence. 

You can pull a penny from an eye,

A oath from a sigh, a sparrow from a sky

Filled with dangerous birds.

They’ve danced before in the wingdust.


Lebenslüge


1 LADY DISDAIN (Smear) (4:24)

2 A CULVER CITY/70’S THING (6:04)

3 BELONG (3:32)

4 FORTY MILLION MINUTES (4:24)

5 EVAPORATING ANGELS (4:10)

6 WE RUN (3:26)

7 LINDA STRANGE (4:22)

8 THE ABSENT TWIN (3:34)

9 BOURBON AVENUE (5:06)

10 FROM THE BLUE-GREEN INTO THE GREEN-BLUE (2:41)


‡ All selections written and composed by Frederick Moore except “Linda Strange” which was written and composed by Frederick Moore and Rob Silkensen.


Released in 2009


The Absent Twin

Evaporating Angels

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