Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Long Vein Of The Law , by - Subtle. Song from the album Long Vein of the Law, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.05.2005
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Long Vein Of The Law , by - Subtle. Song from the album Long Vein of the Law, in the genre АльтернативаThe Long Vein Of The Law |
| of the law |
| When the long vein of the law bites his right eye at you |
| from behind his stingy brimed black hat of all facts |
| And yours can only choke |
| filing blanks all over the floor in front of you |
| until your mouth half lights |
| and all your body water rushes to the soft fillets of your back |
| Before you can speak, |
| he touches a very serious finger to the neck of your hand |
| and your skin breaks out in |
| all spreading from a sizable city some three hundred miles east of Dallas, Texas |
| Dallas appearing just below the cheap lamp of throat shakra |
| the thirty five cent running the length of your torso |
| and disappearing over the soft cost of your hip |
| Some moments later, |
| your west central Texas skin begins to purple, |
| and suddenly he’s feeling for thorns on the stems of your eyes |
| You jerk them back to the twice focus shot |
| of your glasses blur black rim and hiss |
| and fiddle in your pockets for a first stuffed animal or some obscene note |
| You have a good idea of what’s coming |
| You reach for your mouth to cut words |
| But |
| He speaks: |
| Son, you seize the grass and sun tight in the film beneath your face |
| and wrong between half writ books on outcoals and medium no medium no |
| He shows you a feather that he grew in his femur |
| You reach for your mouth to cut words |
| But all you can say is |
| Everyday Hard (x4) |
| And so he points to a hole now spreading carefully on your sunken chest gently |
| shakes his clear blue head and teaches you the word Vacation before |
| dissappearing into the open mouth of his face fixed hat of all fact |
| And then it all goes black |
| A R (x2) |
| When you come to, |
| something in your throat feels more forgiven, |
| and the sunrise seems to have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on you |
| Hopefully, next time you see one another, |
| He’ll be all «What's up?» |
| with his hat off, one hand full of coconut and small |
| umbrella |
| A young George Washington lounging there beside him, |
| sucking centers from one hundred watt bulbs with a two dollar bill, |
| scoping his navel full of sweat as it steeps in the sun |
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|---|---|
| Sick Soft Perfection | 2006 |
| ExitingARM | 2006 |
| The Crow | 2006 |
| Wanted Found | 2006 |
| Providence | 2006 |
| The No | 2006 |
| Cut Yell | 2007 |
| Falling | 2007 |
| Middleclass Haunt | 2007 |
| Islandmind | 2007 |
| The Pit Within Pits | 2007 |
| Not | 2007 |
| Requiem For A Dive | 2007 |
| Deathful | 2007 |
| Sinking Pinks | 2007 |
| Silence… | 2004 |
| F.K.O. | 2004 |
| Return Of The Vein | 2006 |
| Bed To The Bills | 2006 |
| Call To Dive | 2006 |