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In the soil of our sadness
Hear our hearts bell a serenade
A faint choir tenderly shaping
A lament a hollow refuge
In the blood of the twinkling sky
Breathing in air drunk dry
There was once a time of rapture
All is lost a pale gleaming
Across this crooked land
Runs a crooked man
Our loved ones die under the hammer
Of the Soviet sun
Nothing can erase this night
But there's still light with you rhapsody
And if we can never see the sun
There's still light with you rhapsody
And I have seen all I want to
And I have felt all I want to rhapsody, rhapsody
But we can dream all we want to
We can dream all we want to, rhapsody oh, rhapsody
And I have seen all I want to
And I have felt all I want to
But we can dream all we want to
Yes we can dream all we want to
Rhapsody
In the soil of are sadness
Hear our hearts bell a serenade
A faint choir tenderly shaping
A lament a hollow refuge
Rhapsody oh, rhapsody
Rhapsody, rhapsody
There's still light with you
There's still light with you rhapsody
It's all we want to, it's all we want to
Rhapsody oh, rhapsody
Rhapsody
Portishead - We Carry On (Live Jools Holland)
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Smoke rises from the ice factory on the edge,
on the edge of a city that exist in perpetual gloom.
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle
"Go to the flour factory. There's something waiting there for you."
Under the window, covered by curtains,
all lacy and splattered with blood,
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on the shelves,
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent,
irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Underneath a staircase is a mast which flies a flag.
Despite dankess beyond imagining,
it floats on to a higher hole.
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement rooms are,
unmistakably, sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
Oh won't you be there with me for it,
tonight? In this hut-to-hut witch hunt,
down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
when all the souls in a city go drowning by starlight,
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Inside of a room is a cage,
is a cage. It's made out of chain and glass.
It's about forty feet high and three feet wide,
and it was built to last. It's against a brick wall
in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
There's a man in the cage in the old,
muddy corner. He's asleep, but he'll wake up soon.
Under the window, covered by curtains,
all lacy and splattered with blood,
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on the shelves,
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent,
irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Live @ The Quest Club - Minneapolis, Minnesota
https://comfortingthedead.bandcamp.com
Comforting The Dead (performing under the moniker Revenant Revenge).
The Varsity Theatre - Minneapolis, Minnesota USA
Rough audio quality (preserved for posterity).
Setlist:
Mary The Marionette
Pain
Tomb For Today
Comforting The Dead:
Brandt Gustafson-Wallace
Aaron Charles
An original video made for our newest song "Grey Wind".
Produced by: droomwereld
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"If a law is unjust, a man is not only right to disobey it, he is obligated to do so." -Thomas Jefferson
In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act. - George Orwell
"The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history." - George Orwell
From the compilation: Happy Music of Earth (1990) Vol. 2
Switchblade Symphony is:
Susan Wallace
Tina Root
Switchblade Symphony is:
Susan Wallace
Tina Root
Switchblade Symphony is:
Susan Wallace
Tina Root
Switchblade Symphony is:
Susan Wallace
Tina Root
As featured on the compilation: Dim View of the Future - A Collection of New American Gothic
Music from the forest..