Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tryst With Mephistopheles, artist - Owen Pallett. Date of issue: 10.01.2010
Song language: English
Tryst With Mephistopheles |
| I stumbled on the summit’s path |
| Clumsy, clumsy |
| No paragon am I |
| I can’t even keep my shoes tied |
| I’ve been in love with Owen ever since |
| I heard the strains of Psalm 21 |
| Standing between the choirs |
| As they sang, «Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum» |
| Damn, I wrote it down, but I left it in the pocket of my other jeans |
| Scrawled across the foolscap: «I don’t know what your devotion means |
| I don’t know what your devotion means.» |
| And up, upon the summit I can see |
| The one I worshipped as a boy |
| The Creator, The Great White Noise |
| The Great White Noise |
| Charged and charging up the ridge |
| The chests are empty, the coffers too |
| They float in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so will you |
| «Your light is spent! |
| Your light is spent!» |
| I cried |
| As I drove the iron spike into Owen’s eyes |
| The sun sped cross the plains like that cinematic moment where |
| Humanity and nature collide |
| When you think, «Everything's gonna be all right,» |
| Just before the hero gets a bullet in his side |
| Whizzing off the clifftop |
| Listening for the spatter, thirty floors below |
| Down come the vultures |
| I will not be your fuel anymore |
| Now the author has been silenced, how will they ever decipher me? |
| I hope they hear these words and are convinced |
| You never even knew me |
| I draw a bruise on your brawny shoulder |
| Scratch my fingers over your tattoos |
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