There's an apparition flowing through the current
cherub wings are spinning colorful array
I can see the Seraphim descending
mending souls of spirit children as they kneel to pray
How long, must I charade?
How long must I decay?
Maybe this isn't now, but what is to come
Maybe this isn't real
From the grip of these impotent people
My spirit is soaring away
raise me now, raise me now,
raise me now, raise me now
I can see a tunnel elongating turning
yearning souls be cleansed by this immortal flame
I can feel the chariot ascending to the eye of god
I didn't know I passed away
Hang on, don't be afraid
Hang on to the spiritual plane
Maybe this isn't now, but what is to come
Maybe this isn't real
From the grip of these impotent people
My spirit is soaring away
raise me now, raise me now,
raise me now, raise me now
Last night I saw you walking in the mourning fields
I called your name but then you turned and walked away
I followed you across the moors into the woods
I saw you standing there beneath the Lilac tree
Come on, don't run from me
Come on, don't slip away
Maybe this isn't now, but what is to come
Maybe this isn't real
From the arms of my impotent lovers
My spirit is soaring away
Now I don't believe in anything
Now I don't believe in anything
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