Lyrics: Off Minor - Some Blood
I scoured the 'net for ages looking for these lyrics. No joy. Then the sheet they were printed on randomly appeared again..so to save the hassle next time, I present Off Minor - Some Blood.
And, urm, if you're into Off Minor flip some beans on the tracks (available on vinyl or download). And think about the words, don't just remember them to be shouted next time you see them, yeah?
Anyway.. the lyrics. This is how they're printed. They don't seem to match word-for-word with what's sung, so, figure it out yourself.
Neologist
Neologist says:
"Whereas words once served a sentence now are sentenced,
serving our every agenda."
We pour poison
into the people's ear and yet they're still eager
to tip their heads.
And should you date search for what truth is
A twisted tongue will torture your thesis.
And should you say 'this is injustice'
A cunning mind will redefine what is is
This is not torture
This is not surveillance
This is not injustice
This is poetic license permitted by a nations silence
Some Blood
this fluid is confined to single file lines.
this life is allogenic
and it ruddy hues remind me that
you're in me but not of me,
from origins unknown.
in me but not of me,
your gift in anonymity draws
questions of identity.
the heterogeneity of me
and you, what separates us now becomes obscure.
diffusely lost in me, you still endure.
Everything Explicit
what's best left unsaid?
a speaker spend, a listener left with regrets in his stead
in a life of loss, silence can cost you more than you expect.
held tongues relate a bitter taste when prone to reminisce.
anamnestic, recipient absent, the circuit's dead
we live these linear lives unidirectional, towards an inevitable end
we must make everything explicit
that's how we left it: unsaid.
now i'm at a loss for words
To An Ex
"Oh, sweetest piece of me" you say "I've found your place in me has grown too small to fit and still grows smaller everyday"
The me in you has changed, the you in me still stays the same, each has no bearing on the other, so we could say of one another.
So sweetest piece of me, it seems we'll take each other piece by piece apart and place each in the safest place within our holding hearts.
No Conversationalist I
Regarding allegations that I am an extra-terrestrial,
she stated, somewhat sadly, "Unfortunately it's feasible."
I started to say "What can I say?" instead stopped and said no more
For I was born brain-backwards with words awkward,
Ending dialogues at forewords
Practice Absence
This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance.
He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision.
This is a family practice, it's anesthetic, it's nonreactive.
This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation.
At the end of all things.
And, urm, if you're into Off Minor flip some beans on the tracks (available on vinyl or download). And think about the words, don't just remember them to be shouted next time you see them, yeah?
Anyway.. the lyrics. This is how they're printed. They don't seem to match word-for-word with what's sung, so, figure it out yourself.
Neologist
Neologist says:
"Whereas words once served a sentence now are sentenced,
serving our every agenda."
We pour poison
into the people's ear and yet they're still eager
to tip their heads.
And should you date search for what truth is
A twisted tongue will torture your thesis.
And should you say 'this is injustice'
A cunning mind will redefine what is is
This is not torture
This is not surveillance
This is not injustice
This is poetic license permitted by a nations silence
Some Blood
this fluid is confined to single file lines.
this life is allogenic
and it ruddy hues remind me that
you're in me but not of me,
from origins unknown.
in me but not of me,
your gift in anonymity draws
questions of identity.
the heterogeneity of me
and you, what separates us now becomes obscure.
diffusely lost in me, you still endure.
Everything Explicit
what's best left unsaid?
a speaker spend, a listener left with regrets in his stead
in a life of loss, silence can cost you more than you expect.
held tongues relate a bitter taste when prone to reminisce.
anamnestic, recipient absent, the circuit's dead
we live these linear lives unidirectional, towards an inevitable end
we must make everything explicit
that's how we left it: unsaid.
now i'm at a loss for words
To An Ex
"Oh, sweetest piece of me" you say "I've found your place in me has grown too small to fit and still grows smaller everyday"
The me in you has changed, the you in me still stays the same, each has no bearing on the other, so we could say of one another.
So sweetest piece of me, it seems we'll take each other piece by piece apart and place each in the safest place within our holding hearts.
No Conversationalist I
Regarding allegations that I am an extra-terrestrial,
she stated, somewhat sadly, "Unfortunately it's feasible."
I started to say "What can I say?" instead stopped and said no more
For I was born brain-backwards with words awkward,
Ending dialogues at forewords
Practice Absence
This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance.
He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision.
This is a family practice, it's anesthetic, it's nonreactive.
This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation.
At the end of all things.