#lilly.sings

[liliththeladyliker]

im having a moment.

just olde tyme mem'ry.

"What I dont understand

is why they long to use those hands

to build a stead that will always stand in olde tyme country

But settle for white rooms and hollow doors

paper celling padded floors

luxury boxes where your stored in what was country"

looking at thid after writing and now i think i picked the worse possible lyrics to convey why i love this song. And as a note i use this blog quite often to be positive but this more like. im what the song talking about? i was born in what was olde tyme country and we wear its skin so desperately wanting the benefits without the struggle. I guess im lamenting...

[liliththeladyliker]

Call Of The Void - The Rail Yard Ghost

we carry in our hearts the home we never had through the cycles of lives we have lived

born of the flesh and bone our souls, the eternal traveler of worlds and realms, tells us of traveling the beyond

our homes are not made of concrete

we live under the open sky, pouring rain, and shining starlight, finding depth in empty spaces, and life in the complexity of silence

the beauty and sadness in fleeting time and all we cannot hold

weve rebuilt with worn hands using the dirt from underneath our fingernails and other remnants of the past weve collected to help tell the tale of ourselves as the pieces escape our grasp

we sleep in a bed of memories for the people and places we love that we can no longer reach

an insatiable desire with in us for the intangible.

the bricks are eachother yet ever fading

we feel the ground beneath our feet so vividly only to watch it diminish as if it was never there suspended above all we charish as it fades away like we must on our own singular journey into the unknown

Chasing remnants of shadows sleep between worlds, entangled at the edge of a cliff and the berries and brambles, so sour yet so sweet

Dearly departed, may death not make you stiff my friend

For we come from the trees, our branches, our bones stretching outwards

Root works of viens, flesh, leaves, and bark

I am leaving, embarking on a new journey for the light we leave behind travels on, into the darkness

Do you remember?

Remember when the stones collected under our stories? before we were asleep

on couches of punk houses, skipping matches in paper thin cities

remember when the stones conjured incantations of the deepening night?

we weaved pur wild web, entwined with bare hands, bare feet, a home in the unknown, our world between worlds

no compass, no guide, our path of strings blowing in the wind

can you hear thier voices, now? the songs of our dead? alive only in the stories and in the bones we carry

thier ashes tattooed on our faces, whispers of our scattered tribe on this earth. they ramble on, and we ramble on to unearth the songs of the void

Do you remember? We were one with the dirt.

Breathing with the airs drinking in the rains

With the fire, we raised into the night

I never felt more strange in my life

Then right now

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We Embeck Our Voice To Nature

The Songs The Wind Whispers Of The Dead

The Mountains That Were Made Of

Sands And Stones In River Beds

Taking Just The Memories

A Favorite Song, Places Weve Slept

Leaving It All Behind In Bodies Fighting The Void, Into The Den

Can We Racall? Stories Whispered From The Stars During The Deepening Of Night

The History Of Who We Are

Weve Beaten Our Adventure

Wed Never Know If We Dont Weep

Never Find That We Dont See

To See Must To Believe

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We beckon on the deep days

For loyalty to the dead

Forcing them to stay

Untill loaded in the night

we sing these songs

casting for us [-]

[liliththeladyliker]

this love so well survive

[liliththeladyliker]

Sorry Sarah is just uhhg the vibe man the vibe

loving someone but losing them in such a horrific way, thier mind turns against, the very concept of reality out to hurt them. its just so lonely so self-spiteful. I Miss You and Ill Never Forgive Myself. Its like im reviewing a scrapebook from my childhood with the knowledge one of them never left it. they sit in my mind a rotted corspe im too weak to put down i let it suffer. let THEM suffer. i find such strange solace in thier cries for mercy that i refuse to let go and move on. drag them through a life they will never experience. Maybe this time youll feel complete, as worms crawl in your gut. Wrist squishy in my grasp.

Sorry you went to such measures to get into a happier life.

[liliththeladyliker]

And if they ever gear my name

Will they know i walked alone?

Down these dusty streets

My tired old bones

And will they stop to think

What was here before

No they wont remember we are gone

-Die anywhere else, Alex Holowka

[liliththeladyliker]

"dont die for anything less than the best of life"

They Provide The Paint For The Picture- Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint On The Insides Of Your Eyelids

-Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution

[liliththeladyliker]

Queen Mab keeps me up late at nightI realize in time I'd just rather die

They can lock me up for all my crimes I'm sorry I let you play with knives

The pills go down and you get higher

Bloodied walls, noose from the rafters

Ghosts in halls crawl out your eyes

Sorry Sarah you went out with laughter