White Light

by Scrap Heap

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released 18 August 2010

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Track Name: White Light
blood money
don't act like it's a sin
we all get something
from giving in
down in the basement
there's a crack in the wall an inch thick
and i don't know how to face it
when the thought of it makes me so sick

earnestly i try to follow
but my hat flies off in the wind
you're such a downer, bringing sorrow
and i can't see where it'll end
so don't eat my naked lunch
i'll be damned if i let you collect
you rely on your love too much
to hold on to the world you expect

white light
Track Name: External Drumming Patterns
unseen life and outside love
that's what i've been dreaming of
plexi lungs and ninety saturns
i march to external drumming patterns

books are stripped the covers burnt
light years later what have we learnt
tie my shoes i still feel hazy
one at night neurotic dream-life overtakes me

drowning in the deep skies
treading water in your bloodshot eyes

unseen life
outside love
ring your bell
play your drum patterns
Track Name: Precautions
you must take precautions every morning when you pass the streetlight
you must take precautions when revealing the feelings inside
every day you stumble over your own roadblocks and limits
too afraid to cast out all the fears in your life and live it

despite all these provocations we still haven't found a reason
despite all these provocations honesty won't have its season

you must take precautions
you must take precautions

you must find direction when the sun's out and the plants are wilting
you must find direction when you're trapped inside a burning building
if you can't prevent collapse one wonders why you don't enjoy it
candidness is randy and the career women all wish for it
Track Name: Give It Up
a quiet morning
a darker dawn
you scratch your head a bit
you stretch and yawn
it's later than you think
clock tower says
can't seem to make it

give it up

the dog isn't barking
the jig is up
can't find your way
you ask the cop
he tells you what
you knew was coming
and turns to laugh

give it up