1. |
||||
2. |
Daryl Waller - The Sword
01:15
|
|||
|
your sword of conditional love
withdrawn and thrust at will
or sheathed in a paupers scabbard
pretending it can't kill
I'd happily walk into your blade
i'd smile as it came near
but beginners luck has failed me
your sword is now a spear
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
if i were dead
would you still play in the sea
kick up the autumn leaves
space out on the bed
if i were dead
if i were dead
would you still walk in the lanes
watch sparrow clouds
under skies cherry red
if i were dead
if i were dead
would you still put your feet on the dash
dance at the weddings
wet another childs head
if i were dead
if i were dead
would you still hear my voice in your skull
would life be exciting
or would it be dull
if i were dead
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
The king of Spain never knew my name...
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
i saw the sick sign in the sky
quietly turning red
your forced hand
my force was planned
give me a shoad
without the ice
and sly glance to the left
let me follow your instructions
let you instruct my followings
give me flat and warm kindness
sleepily and creepily
goodnight my love
goodnight my love
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
I'm a bee infested with parasites
too tired to use ultra violet light
I'll fight the mites with all my might
i'll fight them off with all my might
and make my way home to you
I'm a sort warm seat for the poet to write
too comfortable a place to set the world alight
i know he lied, he lied, he lied, he lied
i know he lied, he lied, he lied, he lied
i know he lied
he lied.. to me and you
I'm an arm and leg of mosquito bites
too stupid and lazy to net up my nights
i lie in the dark and rearrange the lines
i lie in the dark and rearrange the times
that we were together and in love
i'm a trunk of a tree that has been split
more jealous of the grass than I care to admit
i see you stretch for miles right over the hill
i see you stretch for miles and it makes me feel ill
and my roots, my dry roots
keep me here
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
8. |
|
|||
|
father iceberg
Long term load
Direct Transport
Rational Tank
Useless Premium
Extra Maps
Dry Glaze
slowed down with pitch wheel: you don't run when i chase you, why won't you run?
Rude Novelist
Unhappy workstation
Reasonable Stress
Enjoyable wildlife
Balanced Thanks
Heavy Visitor
Middle angel
Mouth dish
Worry
slow down with your pitch fork: you don't run when i chase you, why won't you run?
|
||||
9. |
|
|||
10. |
|
|||
|
pretty lady
show me the way!
handsome man
show me the way!
read no books
fine just lame
no point in voting
they're all the same
Come to town
buy something new
spend the money
card slice right through
life is the best
life is a pain
goodnight and god bless
join the gym
you'll fit in
join the gym
mirrors not sin
join the gym
join the gym
join the gym
I feel so bad about feeling so good
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
|
i'm the southpaw
i'm the southpaw
get a grip
loosen time
feel the shame
of who to blame
take me back
to the edge
of feeling good
and utter rage
i'm the southpaw
i'm the southpaw
now here you stand
to show me how
to milk the udder
of a scared cow
if my company
unnerves you so
take a left turn
and let it go
i'm the southpaw
i'm the southpaw
|
||||
12. |
|
|||
|
I'm taking some time to work on my social skills.
taking some time, but i've got no time to kill
He ignored the enemy
He ignored the enemy
My tour guide ignored the enemy
He ignored the enemy
He was fat
so fat
|
||||
13. |
|
|||
|
if only, if only
the bumblebee fights
i were not infested with parasite mites
now i feel so alone and ever so lonely
what a mess i am in
if only, only
I'm a bee infested with parasite mites
too exhausted to fly to the northern lights
(S/O adjustment - never got the chance to see the northern lights)
I'm a warm soft seat for the poet to write
too comfortable a place to set anything right
I'm an arm and a leg of mosquito bites
too stupid and lazy to net up my nights
i'm a tree with trunk that has never been split
more jealous of the grass than I care to admit
|
||||
flawedcore Bristol, UK
Flawedcore Records was established by artist Daryl Waller in September 2011. Meant as a musical / experimental output for visual artists'
flawedcore recommends:
This guy is good.
go to album
This guy is good also.
go to albumIf you like Father Iceberg, you may also like:
The new album from electroacoustic composer Jeremy Young is draped in a sense of mystery, tones flickering gently, like an old home movie.
go to album
Longer Form Cat Calls
by jobfit
The latest EP from jobfit explores the intersection of electronic music and spoken word, setting vivid writing over crackling beats.
go to album
Moody and weird experimental pop from Melbourne follows the intuitive logic of the surrealist game from which the group takes their name.
go to album
This release merges spoken word and electronica and features playful, jungle-tinged rhythms.
go to album
