Lyrics Buried by the Buzz / Carnival / Another Bag Of Bones - Kevin Devine

Buried by the Buzz / Carnival / Another Bag Of Bones

I got a sweet tooth sunk in a soft spot
That busts my jaw loose and makes my mouth rot
I caught a bad break, the same one you caught
That turned your hair white and choked your breath off
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I found gossip in the ivy that’s been swallowing my house
And I found bones in the foundation that I’m just picking out now
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I got a fistful of shattered seashells
That scream like soldiers stuck down an oil well
And I saw a bad sign lit up like Broadway
And I watched my head spin
And I heard my voice shake
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
So I found trouble in the ghost town that I’ve been building with my hands
But I found comfort in the snowstorm that I’ve been piling on my past
So I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
I see symptoms of a sickness in every stranger on the street
And I see danger in the distances speeding straight for you and me
I’m buried by the buzz
I’m buried by the buzz
I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone
I quit the carnival
It moved next door
I thought I had enough
But I want more
So now I’m sneaking out at night
I paint my face and shine my shoes
Go where I’m not supposed to
'Cause I tamed a lion once
I stole his roar
I stripped his pride away
But he found more
So now he’s back to take what’s his
And shove my future in my face
Scare me back in my place
So soon, so soon
You’ve got it beat
'til it beats you
I left my flaming sword beside your bed
I woke to find it pressed against my neck
You wept «suggestion never works
So now I’m trying something else»
I shut my eyes, ho hum, oh well
I felt a feather fall, a tree trunk split
Inside my lion laughed, played violin
He said «Hey!
You should give up on your voice
Before we both end up destroyed»
I quit alright, he purred «Good boy»
So you believe anything
And we went and copped
You' fall for anyone
I said «N-n-n-n-no, see, that’s not exactly true
I only fell for you
I’d do whatever you asked me to»
You wake in the hospital
You’re in a thrift store suit
Hear your lover’s voice (fuck!) from the waiting room
So you shut your eyes and then you pray for peace
You think that I’m not here, you think that is not me
Is-is it something that I would do?
See I kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-know the complicated truth
Was a make up mask and then a lion’s roar
A big top tent, a firey sword
But they’re not real, they never were
And soon she won’t be real either
This is the life you went and earned
Because you never fucking learn
And you could waste all of your years
Fixing the mess you’re making here
So as her nervous breath draws close
Her dress heels click off their approach
You clutch your chest, you whisper out
«No!
no!
what will I doooooo?
My love!
My love!"
You say «what will i do?»
You say «what will i do?»
«You'll wake up, just wake up!»
(whoah-oh, ohhh-oh)
(whoah-oh, ohhh-oh)
Uh-whoah-oh-oh, oh-uh-whoah-uh-oh-oh
Uh-whoah-oh-oh, oh-uh-whoah-uh-oh-oh
No, no, no, oh
No, no, no, you say to leave me here
Don’t leave me here
Don’t go, oh
Don’t go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No, no, no
It’s a brushfire spreading, feeding as it moves
It’s a disappeared glacier, it’s an airborne flu
It’s your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles
It’s your yawning conscious and your lawyer’s smile
It’s an occupied country, foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
A military mother with a boy in hell
And it’s a flag draped casket down an oil well
It’s an Argentine school girl, gagged and bound
It’s a torture camp, it’s a long way down
It’s the constant bracing shock of now
It’s the whole damn world turned inside out
All right
It’s not too hard to see
If you wake up and open your eyes
It’s a march to extinction with your God in step
It’s His name in your mouth, it’s His cross on your neck
Farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he’s panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that’s his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
That’s his truth in your stomach, it’s no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees his crescent and the star in the virgin sky
He hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
As he eases to the check point, he is calm and sure
It’s collateral damage, it’s the cost of war
It’s another bag of bones for the gods to sort
It’s another bag of bones for the gods to step up and sort
It’s the species disappearing, all the birds fly south
A January heat wave and a pulsing crowd
It’s an African militia, kids with submachines
It’s a conflict diamond on your bride to be
It’s the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It’s the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It’s the mission of modernity, go get what’s yours'
'Til there’s nothing leftover to get no more
It’s not what were owed but it’s what we’ve earned
It’s closer than we realized that it’s time now, to burn
Oh, It’s time now to burn
Oh and it’s time now to burn
Oh and it’s time now to burn
To burn (whoo!)