Sine Fine Nocte

by Denim Thieves

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I built a house I made a home, of flesh and bone A small retreat, inside of meat With blood on stone, I call my own From the makings of a broken undertaking Cursed with a soul, scratch on a wound, dirt is the cure A sanctum in, stone-statuette, my consolation Out black, in blue, far out of view, your mind is pure A brick, a block A substitution for my skin A barricade, a cavalcade Howling voices in the wind Wings clipped, a tower broke and branded Upon a hill, I creak and groan, hands choke the sky My empty sight, kaleidoscope, your ball and chain is sinkin' Nails on a wall, we all crawl, through a needle's eye Six-One-Two, Werewolf Avenue Yeah, I like to shimmy, do you feel the same way too Struggle through all you have to do Just keep on laughing, as you're strangled by the noose Six-One-Two, Werewolf Avenue Yeah, I like to shimmy, do you feel the same way too Fall into, my pupil, contra-zoom I picked a package, wrapped it pretty, just for you
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Mirror, Mirror What a sweet sensation To reflect on the pleasures of pain Half-cracked handsome, with a shard for a face I wasn't born, I'm just drawn that way Rags, filthy rags Fall away, as I stand With my ass buck-naked in the wind Forever-more Oogie boogie, woogie-woogie Wop-bompa-lula, a-womp-bamboo Tutti-fruity, oh Rudie With a spot light, right on you You, you, you You, you, you Twist, twist Ballerina box Broken toes pickin' Goldilocks Hold me coldly, O' Shadow Chateau Neon puddles around my Levee Mustango I smoke and I smile Than I wait, for awhile A poor man's Poe, eating crow, I shot the raven Never-more Drama-rama, trauma-mama You're so pretty, fear salts the meat Do you wanna, 'cause I wanna Tears and hunger, so sticky sweet Eat, eat, eat Eat, eat, eat A real lover, undercover A diehard fan of The Band with a capital B Sharp dresser, oppressor Lace and leather, sewn together like a tear down the sink Ink, ink, ink Ink, ink, ink
3.
Adopted son of the Prince of the Air Brought into this world to sing Though all through my form, every note is soured By the thought of the joy of the King Kicked out of Heaven and barred outta Hell Over your head and under the spell Bound to the basement, the phonograph plays Won't you turn that crank for me I haven't touched joy in many a year Though it hums through every refrain And locked in this untidy corner of Hell I've taken corporeal names Out of the dust and into the air My sweet new baby standing there An ode to vanity, a mirror of my shame Or, a whisper in the dark I've always been a rebel junior Though, I've never looked at fear this way before I was the black phoenix rising in your nightmares Now I'm cheap parlor tricks, party games, and smoke 'n mirrors A son in a way we can never discuss 'Cause your mother is Babylon's whore And you gotta earn your keep, 'cause I can't take a step past the frame Of that creaky cellar door Vexed by your beauty, vexed by your face Faced with the truth of unattainable grace A shifty drifter, a crisis of faith Or, a silent silhouette
4.
Gitche 01:52
Oh, ain't that boy somethin' He climbed a ladder straight outta his head Lost grip with reality Those rungs of wax melted right in his hands Oh, he's fallin' now Crooked down, face first with a splat Got right up and he dusted his'self Cracked his back and he did it again Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee More, more, more See that man walkin' He ain't a man at all He's just a boy, broken-hearted A fragile thing, no strength but to crawl He learned in his quest for love Seems he couldn't give his heart out enough So then whenever he got to an end He found himself back at the beginning Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee More, more, more Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee, Gitchee More, more, more
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Will She Fly 03:57
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O Dionysus 02:10
My eyes sink deeper than the grave A place where I can feel okay Shifting lights embed in your skin Or, am I talking to myself again O Dionysus O Dionysus Flip a dirty coin Your fingers light the match Put it in a bottle So I can drink the ash My thoughts pool in murky puddles Spinning wheels that fold in to each other Broke down, I wasted my potential Car alarms purr softly in my ear O Dionysus O Dionysus The chaos in my head Echoes down the hall Of an empty house And it's climbing up the walls Buried in the road In a crumpled pile Sitting in the bathtub Counting all the tiles The chaos in my head Echoes down the hall Of an empty house And it's climbing up the walls Buried in the road In a crumpled pile Sitting in the bathtub Counting all the tiles Flip a dirty coin Your fingers light the match Put it in a bottle So I can drink the ash
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Foreigner 03:09
Burst out from a hole in the cloud Boot stuck in the mud Soft eyes, them sharpened knives Washed out in a flood Wet socks from a summer rain, hot air and a hole in my shoe Hard lines like thunder waves, might slip straight outta the blue There's nothing to believe in, I'm scared of what I'm feeling You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway Come home at 2 AM, the alarm's still shoutin' from Hell Provide me with a nail gun hammer, and I'll shatter all time as well Foreigner Foreigner You gotta turn your back, toward the burying ground We all gotta face that fact, when it comes around There's nothing to believe in, I'm scared of what I'm feeling You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway In the fire, in the flames We were writing down our names If I dare, forget to care And I'll scream it out the In the fire, in the flames We were writing down our names If I dare, forget to care And I'll scream it out the window You try to make it better, but it really doesn't matter anyway From unwashed hands We drink a dirty potion With fragrant scents We sink into the ocean Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner
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Fill your cup With rich, cream, gravy Say a prayer A thank you, maybe The things you feared Were with you along Faded smiles that make you nervous Thank you, for the friendly service It's a Thanksgiving, holiday song Looking at, all of the people Laughing, screaming, crying out Eating dinner, in a fancy chamber hall They keep on singing that same old broken song That same old broken song

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released October 31, 2018

Recorded at Natural Sounds Studio by Steve Janega

Cover Design & Illustration by Colby Swanson
Illustration Color by Jesse Hedman

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