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Monsters Talking

Monsters Talking lyrics

Quiet Epiphany

We birthed a strong and distinct fume

My hands they feel as big as this room

We've never viewed the entire scene

And yet you claim to have clarity

 

If only your eyes could barely breath

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

The songs you sang in every bar

Relationships that don't go very far

To save a life when you hate your own

Proves that good comes from your soul

 

If only your mouth could truly see

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

The times you seem to hurt the most

Don't blame on a gracious host

You spoiled child, were you spared the rod?

Love is patient, Love is God

 

If only your heart could truly be

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

You all have told me love is cruel

It's those words that make you a fool

Your words, your lies, all a marketing shtick

You don't think with your head, you think with your dick

 

If only your eyes could barely breath

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

If only your heart could barely see

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

I Am Not Japan

The window is etching back, making ugly sounds

The keys in my saddle bags are moving around

The doors are all locked from above

And they won't let me see the face of who I'm thinking of

 

The food's not the best here, no I don't find it kind

I've got the wrong ears, and the wrong eyes

The reason I want to believe

Is I saw so much of something that I didn't know I'd love to see

 

Have you always been this soft,

Where you cannot help but love?

Call it a rift or some spiritual gift

You cannot but turn your heart off

 

I walk 20 minutes to my little room

Violins of the crickets, they're starting to tune

It's night time now when I get home

But the morning light are peaking through your window

 

The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time

The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine

 

I am not two men

I am not Japan

 

The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time

The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine

Your sking is so soft and so smooth in comparison to mine

Just lift up your hands if you're indeed giving me the sign

 

Saloon Song

A worn out piano in a shallow gutter

A melody that swears it's your mother

A touch that makes your stomach flutter

or was that just the road?

 

A spiral climbs up the side of it's back

Wraps around a corner and picks up the slack

I follow my fingers up the make shift track

And pound them once they get down low

 

And I feel sorry for you if you're piano has never been out of tune

 

Oh and it's a common, common place

But that's a game I do not play

And this curved shape has furled my face

Just strap the top on and let my mind slip away

 

Shave the skin off all of his new habits

Heal the scars with a lipless kiss

I sold my strings for fire

I cut my wings with plyers

 

And I feel sorry for you in your piano has never been out of tune

 

I Once Kissed A Woman Simply For Her Lips

I once kissed a woman simply for her lips

And not because love between us exists

After the thought I felt empty inside

I knew my kiss, it was a lie

 

I left her side later that night

And looked out a window to a dim street light

It flickered and whispered advice so strong

Said "If you don't love her, what you did was wrong"

 

Sometimes I get angry at my own desires

They screw with my thoughts, makes me sick and tired

The battles come fast and I've frequently lost

I'm a good man, but I still have those thoughts

 

I have the temptation to be much more loose

To throw caution away and indulge in my youth

Until I become numb to moralities song

Sometimes I wish sinning wasn't wrong

 

False idols are breathing down my neck

Just trying to see what they can get

 

A curious fortune that's way beyond price

A treasure that we have all bastardized

I apologize greatly for those I've made pissed

For those I've betrayed with a kiss

 

I now hold my kisses in such high regard

Because I know what it's like to kiss someone that hard

Where something inside us that once was trapped

Something much deeper is tapped

 

I'd rather not deal with something like my pride

Gets the best of me, and twists all my insides

And I swear and I curse and call God out by name

Like a coward I give him all the blame

 

False idols are breathing down my neck

Just trying to see what they can get

 

I once kissed a woman because she was there

Because I was selfish and her skin was fair

And in the long run it showed me teachings from above

That a kiss should mean more than just love

 

A Little Joke

Are you underwhelmed?  Perhaps there is something, something I'm missing

But I don't think that I endure as much as you claim

 

I don't think she is lying to my face

And her actions are a dead giveaway to how she thinks

It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again

 

Do you understand?  I'm confused because your still clinking glasses

Beer spills on both sides of your mouth and on to your shirt

 

I can't tell, I can't read, I can't spell

I can't see if there's a scale used in design

It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again

 

Tearing down the only fulcrum that connects our speaking routes

But a little joke about their faith is good for some devout

Selling crap for more than it's worth surely won't impress a king

But a little joke about our nature is another thing

 

My Brother's Time

The mountain peaks are sprinkled with bunkers

And they're dressed in a sunshine that's intrinsictly contemplating

All the clouds that block it from the Earth and if they're doing it purposefully

But my favorite weather has always been before it is storming

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

We were involved in a social experiment

that didn't really warn us of all of the side affects

I had a swollen eyelid for about a week or two and you were coughing up blood for a day

The healing process took longer than what we were expecting

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

You fell off a tree into the cushioned lap 

Of a man who was older than both of your sisters combined

And he asked you if the journey you were on was just a weak attempt to get your father's love

With a wink and a nod and a tip of the cap he was wearing

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

The message I got at two in the morning

About your hermit life and the joy that you've been getting from it

Put a smile on my face so big I couldn't rest so I walked around my sleeping town

I put on some folk and felt wide awake in the early morning

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

I Hear Colors

I listen to the colors run

I hear dyes rather than diction

Colors that drip right off this tune

That song is pink, this song is blue

 

In the notes, in the beats, in the piano seats

In the woods, in the brass, in the strings

In the notes, in the rides, in the blacks and the whites

In a rainbow of sound we sing

 

Foster Child

His hand in my palm, and her remains calm

I could crush it if I so willed

Have I turned my back on him?  Am I even part of the equation?

Does this concern me?

And I saw the fear in her face it was clear as the paranoid lift in my brow

But he needs a father and the real one won't bother to recognize that he needs help

 

What is my influence?  Is it more than his parents?

Oh God, let it be please

So many factors can make him a ruthless man

I hope her learns to forgive and is wise

 

And oh, the 6th child to be taken away from her

To see life devoid of her destructive behavior

And I can see the future if he stays up here

As if the candle's already been snuffed

 

Given the same life, I would snuff it out

Given the same life, I could snuff it out

Given the same life, I might snuff it out

Given the same life, I won't snuff it out

 

 

Sunday Best

I listened for the sunrise when you were blind

I listened for a shortcut when you were behind

I listened for an orchestra when you went deaf

I listened for faith when you had none left

 

I listened for the morning in her sunday best

I listened for a treasure deep within her chest

I listened to my piano at such a young age

I listened to my lover sing words from that stage

 

I listened for the scissors that cut up my arm

I listened for depression with all of it's charm

I listened for an outlet to help me coup

I listened for death but heard only hope

 

I listened for a smile when I heard you cry

I listened for answers when you asked why

I listened for a meal when you wanted to eat

I listened for more when you felt incomplete