I have wandered blind into your garden
through a door, lost inside the dead of light
And I don't know if you can feel my spirit
watching you, sleeping in the morning light
And I don't want to get used to this
I need to get over it, long enough to say goodnight
And I just need to get over it, somehow I must forget
to wake up on the other side
We are both but wanderers of forests
dreaming souls, slip between those rings of light
Strung out on the lawns of black heart mansion
sunshine dreams, beneath the patterns of the butterfly
And I could really get used to this,
lost in your morning kiss. Lost inside your summer eyes.
And I May not get over this, but no star falls without a wish
way up in this pauper's sky
Come with me
oh daughter of the Woodlocks
reach to me through the
crackle of the dying mind
May we fall
angels from dark heavens
courtesans, pulsing through
the dance of life... pulsing, pulsing.
And you, you will get over this
when stars fall without a wish
just reach out to another light
And you, you will get over us
words spoken without trust
that's how we tell our favorite lies
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
Blood Relative is Publicist's latest post-punk salvo from the Forgive Yourself LP, steered by Zachary Lipez's unnerving baritone. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2015