Saturday, August 25, 2012

the lyrics of the songs that capture

rickety bridge by cecil otter featuring dessa of doomtree. live at the fitzgerald theatre


well as soon as you got out from the aim of the sniper
you took a rest next to the fangs of a viper


but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, I watch you drink it up and strike another flame

and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate a radical


i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive



i’ve seen the size of that painting in your mind 
and I can be the frame when it arrives

we’ll drive until the sun comes up
with a better way to burn us 

and when it does we’ll make our getaway
and surface when the moon is full, 
it’s beautiful
we left the root of all evil rotten in the ground
we’re bound to live another way, like some underpaid runaways.

it’s an understatement. 
turn the page, 
there’s too much to say.
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 

into the weight of the cross we bear, 
we repair the stitches and beware the witches


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language

we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in

and as soon as they got out from the aim of their sniper
they took a rest next to the fangs of the viper

but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, 

i watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate this radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive

so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 

into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and 
beware the witches 


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in


and we're looking and we're laughing
we're laughing like little kids

and it's a rickety, rickety, rickety bridge

and i'd love to walk that rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
with you
everyday.


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