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smoledman

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Topic: Your favourite Porcupine Tree lyrics...
Posted: February 14 2016 at 17:14

White wall, I had to paint a door
I always find that I've been through it before
Close it up and throw away the key
Break the code, how happy I could be

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Posted: September 10 2015 at 22:34

I got wiring loose inside my head

I got books I never ever read

I got secrets in my garden shed

I got a scar where all my urge is bled

I got people underneath my bed

I got a place where all my dreams are dead

Swim with me into your blackest eyes

He captured and collected things

And he put them in a shed

He raised a proper family

So he could tie them to a bed

The creator had a mastertape

But he left it in a cab

I stared into the void tonight

The best dream I ever had

He worked himself into the ground

And drove a spike into his head

A voice said "Are you happy now?"

Your sordid home is running red

Pills and chloroform

All the pages torn

Edited by sublime220 - September 10 2015 at 22:39

There is no dark side in the moon, really... Matter of fact, it's all dark...

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Posted: September 10 2015 at 20:39

Waiting Phase One

Waiting to be born again

Waiting for the saddest kind of pain

Waiting for the day

When I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel

Waiting for the drugs to make it real

Waiting to be disciplined

Aching for your nails across my skin

"The wind is slowly tearing her apart"

"Sad Rain" ANEKDOTEN

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Posted: September 09 2015 at 21:53

Swilson's lyrics can be very hit or miss for me, but when he is good - damn he is good.

In my opinion at least.

Crushed like a rose in the riverflow.

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Posted: September 09 2015 at 20:41

Blackest Eyes:

A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled

I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me

It's just so sinister.

You left a note in your perfect script
Stay as long as you like
I haven't left your bed since

condor

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Posted: September 07 2015 at 13:33

...and what it means to you

I remember
The day we pushed your piano
Out into the garden
Making tracks across the lawn

With tambourines and thunder
We climbed inside the limbs
Laughing down the rain
Swallow in the storm

Sometimes I
I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am
The colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there

In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
And heard the evening break

Sometimes I
I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am
The colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there

To me, this reads like a love letter, and exercise in the weirdest form possible: pushing a piano.

I particularly enjoy the rhyme of "air" and "there". Air is Ethereal while there is straight to the point.

Reminds me of being in a landscape garden and losing track of time in August and when my parents almost called the police to look for me.

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smoledman Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Newbie Joined: December 15 2013 Location: Oklahoma City Status: Offline Points: 26	Topic: Your favourite Porcupine Tree lyrics... Posted: February 14 2016 at 17:14
	White wall, I had to paint a door I always find that I've been through it before Close it up and throw away the key Break the code, how happy I could be

sublime220 Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: January 21 2015 Location: Willow Farm Status: Offline Points: 1563	Posted: September 10 2015 at 22:34
	I got wiring loose inside my head I got books I never ever read I got secrets in my garden shed I got a scar where all my urge is bled I got people underneath my bed I got a place where all my dreams are dead Swim with me into your blackest eyes He captured and collected things And he put them in a shed He raised a proper family So he could tie them to a bed The creator had a mastertape But he left it in a cab I stared into the void tonight The best dream I ever had He worked himself into the ground And drove a spike into his head A voice said "Are you happy now?" Your sordid home is running red Pills and chloroform All the pages torn Edited by sublime220 - September 10 2015 at 22:39
	There is no dark side in the moon, really... Matter of fact, it's all dark...

Mellotron Storm Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: August 27 2006 Location: The Beach Status: Offline Points: 14114	Posted: September 10 2015 at 20:39
	Waiting Phase One Waiting to be born again Waiting for the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day When I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting for the drugs to make it real Waiting to be disciplined Aching for your nails across my skin
	"The wind is slowly tearing her apart" "Sad Rain" ANEKDOTEN

Horizons Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: January 20 2011 Location: Somewhere Else Status: Offline Points: 16952	Posted: September 09 2015 at 21:53
	Swilson's lyrics can be very hit or miss for me, but when he is good - damn he is good. In my opinion at least.
	Crushed like a rose in the riverflow.

Terakonin Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: February 15 2015 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 355	Posted: September 09 2015 at 20:41
	Blackest Eyes: A mother sings a lullaby to a child Sometime in the future the boy goes wild And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy A walk in the woods and I will try Something under the trees that made you cry It's so erotic when your make up runs I got wiring loose inside my head I got books that I never ever read I got secrets in my garden shed I got a scar where all my urges bled I got people underneath my bed I got a place where all my dreams are dead Swim with me into your blackest eyes A few minutes with me inside my van Should be so beautiful if we can I'm feeling something taking over me It's just so sinister.
	You left a note in your perfect script Stay as long as you like I haven't left your bed since

condor Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: May 24 2005 Location: Norwich Status: Offline Points: 1069	Posted: September 07 2015 at 13:33
	...and what it means to you I remember The day we pushed your piano Out into the garden Making tracks across the lawn With tambourines and thunder We climbed inside the limbs Laughing down the rain Swallow in the storm Sometimes I I feel like a fist Sometimes I am The colour of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there In the dream dusk We walked beside the lake We watched the sky move sideways And heard the evening break Sometimes I I feel like a fist Sometimes I am The colour of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there To me, this reads like a love letter, and exercise in the weirdest form possible: pushing a piano. I particularly enjoy the rhyme of "air" and "there". Air is Ethereal while there is straight to the point. Reminds me of being in a landscape garden and losing track of time in August and when my parents almost called the police to look for me.