TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008) by TV On The Radio (보컬) on maniadb.com

The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead
And did it all in gold and blue and grey

The efforts to allay your dread
In spite of all you knew and said
Were hard to see and harder still to say

A comfort plush all laced in lead
Was sent to quell your sentiment
And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay

And when a sudden silhouette
Escaped the top-side of your bed
I knew you'd never ever be the same

Oh, is it not me?
Am I not folded by your touch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
It's over now
And not enough

Oh, is it not me?
The damage you hold inside your blush?
The load you towed
You showed it up
It's over now
And I'm insane

Wild spirits winds from out your chest
Collides with world and wilderness
It needs a gentle hand to call it home

Now surfs the sun and scales the moon
And winds the waistband of her womb
All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold

Oh, is it not me?
Am I not culled into your clutch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
We're closer now
And said enough

Oh, is it not me?
Am I not rolled into your crush?
The road you chose
Unloads control
See it take me so

Go on throw this stone
Into this halfway home

Laugh in the face of death under masthead
Hold your breath through late breaking disasters
Next to news of the trite

The codes and the feelings that meant to be global
Like coke in the nose of the nobles
Keeps it alight

And the wrath and the riots
And the races on fire
And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight

Got you cryin'
Cryin'
Oh, whyin'
Oh, my my my

Gold is another word for culture
Leads to fattening
Of the vultures
Till this bird can barely fly

And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches
While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned
The writing's on your wall

Blood on the cradle
And the ashes you wade through
Got you callin' God's name in vain
Leaved the damned to damn it all

Got you cryin'
Cryin'
Oh, whyin'
Oh, my my my

Broken nose, coloured glasses
Can't see for the thorns
And you just can't stand no more
What a clumsy kind of low

Time to take the wheel and the road
From the masters
Take this car, drive it straight into the wall
Build it back up from the floor

And stop our cryin'
Oh, cryin'
Oh, whyin'
Oh, my my my

Our cryin'
Our cryin'
Our cryin'

Still you try, try, try

He's a what? He's a what?
He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas
From a newspaper stand
From his boots to his pants
To his comments and his rants
He knows that any little article will do

Though he expresses some confusion
'Bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand
That he's not in command
The decisions underwritten
By the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for his weimariner, too

Now I'm no mad man
But that's insanity
Feast before famine
And more before family
Goes and shows up with
More bowls and more cups
And the riot for the last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard drive
Through the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash
For the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on gasoline
He flips the page and turns the scene

In my mind I'm drowning butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis
That's fine

I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollowtone
It's time

Eye on authority
Thumb prints a forgery
Boy, ain't it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit community
Every opportunity
Wasted as the space
Between the flash tattoo

And the half-hearted hologram
Posed for the party
Now he gloss full bleed
On a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs
Credit card autograph
Down for the record, but not for freedom

Angry young mannequin
American, apparently
Still to the rhythm
Better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision
Better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead
Blank transparency

In the days of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps before you cut
Not that I should care about
Nothing I ain't scared of, but
I guess you had to be there

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis
That's fine

I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollowtone
In time

I see you figured in your action pose
Foam-injected Axl Rose
Life size

Should something shake you and you drop the news
Lord, just keep your dancing shoes
Off mine

Heartbeats soundin'
Ricocheting in their cage
Thought I'd lose my balance
With the ground's bounce and sway

And all this violence
And all this goes away
And the vibes that rise like
Fireflies illuminate our play

Some light being
Pulled you up from night's party
Said, "Clap your hands
If you think your soul is free"

And the silence was astounding
'Cept some, "Oh lord mercy m-e"'s
And oh you can't stop what's comin' up
You're never gonna stop gonna live it up
And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup
And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round

Give it up
'Stead of grabbin' for decay
What we viewed as gold
I believe pollutes this space

And its grace ascending
Like a snake up your tree
Up your happy ending understanding
All you're s'posed to be

Let it move right in
Let it kiss your face
Let it sow your skin
In perpetual embrace

Like I said, love's light as laughter
Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster
Oh here it comes, bring it faster
Oh here it comes, bring it faster

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

Love, don't you falter
Burnin' hearts dragged behind
The horses dancing on the altar

Hooves breakin' gods
To diamond dust and stars
And there you are

Now we're all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You've got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And oh here it comes and it's not so far

All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you're in the right place

Thunder all surroundin'
Oh feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin'
Never give it up you can feel it mountin'
Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup and
Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

Anda my love
Wake up to your window
The day calls in billows
It's echoing moonlight onto the blue nightmare of your heart
In cosy red rainbow
It's shaking off halos
And the memory of our sacred so and so's

Oh, take my hand sweet
Complete your release
Unbury your feet
And married we'll be
Alone in receiving ours is a feeling
Not that they would see
They don't know that we could be
Down where your cradle escaped the sea
And your raven-haired mama caught told you so's

We're laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young

Ah me all mine
Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently
Call me on time
And recall the tune that has placed us gracefully
All into line
There's a garden grave and a place there saved for you
I fall by your side
Though your silver-haired mama throws told-you so's

We're laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young

Now we're gathered in the shadow of your family tree
In halted harmony
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of Eden to keep us young

Hey Jackboot, fuck your war!
Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin' on me for sure
But I'm scared to death
That I'm livin' a life not worth dying for

And your ploughshare, it's a sword
And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things
Mono crops, laughter roars
Oh high hilarity! Oh multifarity!
Oh standards bearer carry me burnin' home from another tour

Go ahead, put your red dress on
Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone
Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon

"Hey slave," they called and we caved, we answered
To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it
You're such a good dancer. Oh you're a star. You're carnival, Jacaranda petals fall
Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square
Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes when you're dragged into the back of this car!

Go ahead, put your red dress on
Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone
Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon

It's a trap, that much is plain
Still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain. Playin' torturous games
It goes: Lens. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip
And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this
Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane
But it's a stone cold shame. And they got you tame, and they got me tame

Go ahead, put your red dress on
Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone
Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon

Lonely little love dog that
No one knows the name of
I know why you cry out
Desperate and in devout

Timid little teether
Your eyes set on the ether
Your moon in a bella luna and
Howling hallelujah

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooooooh

Nameless you above me
Come lay me low and love me
This lonely little love dog
That no one knows the name of

Curse me out in free verse and
Wrap me up and reverse this
Patience is a virtue
Until its silence burns you

And something slow
Has started in me as
Shameless as an ocean and
Mirrored in devotion

Something slow
Has sparked up in me
As dog cries for a master and
Sparks are swirling faster

Lonely little love dog
That no one knows the ways of
Where the land is low is
Where the bones'll show through

Lonely little love dog
That no one knows the days of
Where the land is low is
Where the water flows to
And holds you

Storm, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about

Warm passenger's high
If I can feed it for another day
It might run me dry

I know the seasons evolved to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here
It's up to your knees and it's shifting
Degrees and it's choking your atmosphere

Storm, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way
They won't talk about

Worn, masochist's sigh
A distant figure in a photograph
Another eye

I know your reason is stalled
And your freedom's dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's broken your atmosphere

But should you find it obscene in that grey
Old dramatics hear a young heart say
Lord, if you got lungs
C'mon shout me out

I know the freeze has unthawed
And it's putting your love into action dear
It's off in the breeze and it's shifting degrees
And it's opened your atmosphere

So should you decide it's obscene in that grey
Old dramatics hear a young heart say
Lord, if you got lungs
C'mon shout me out

Congratulations on the mess you made of things
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
As fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost
Eternalised, objectified. You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever

Nevermind death professor
Your structure's fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind death professor
Love is life, my love is better
Your victim flies so high
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who's next

Never you mind death professor
Your shocks are fine, my struts are better
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor, who's sick, who's next?

Never you mind death professor
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so'm I
All could be the diamond fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

Oh, but the longing is terrible
A wanton heart under attack
I wanna love you all the way off
I wanna break your back

Colour of all that's hysterical
Travels along your bones
Just to be near you, sucking your skin
Not gonna leave you alone

Yes here, of course, there are miracles
A lover that loves that's one
Groomed with the laughter, ecstatic disaster
Come let's arouse the fun

We could build an engine
Out of all your rising stars
Tear apart the apart
We seem to think we are

Call off work, let's lay
Call it Lover's Day
Call it Lover's Day

Give me the keys to your hiding place
I'm not gonna tear it apart
I'm gonna keep you weak in the knees
Try to unlock your heart

You're gonna turn me animal
You're gonna turn me dumb
Your kiss in the night bringing the light
You're like the rising sun

I hunger for you like a cannibal
Not gonna let you run
I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna shake you
I'm gonna make you cum

Swear to god it'll get so hot
It'll melt our faces off
Then we can see the you, the me
Beyond mirrors outside clock

Held naked in the light
Held gently, held tight
So soft
Get off, get off

Ball so hard we'll smash the walls
Break the bed and crash the floors
Don't stop, laugh and scream
And have the neighbours call the cops
Till all the eyes that've seen our fire play

Can't forget
Mark it down
Call it Lover's Day

Yes here, of course, there are miracles
Under your sighs and moans
I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna take you
I'm gonna take you home
I'm gonna take you home
I'm gonna take you home
I'm gonna take you home