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Love In the Form of Death, and Other Guises

by The Killing Words

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1.
Her Face 02:29
And I was free from then Though skin did break and tear And I, I could not dare To Turn around in fear The night moved on Drifting Down And Her face, was a hazy gaze Her Face Was a Hazy Gaze The street lamps they shone molasses The mist it filtered none While the snow it filtered vision ‘till colour was all but gone The night…
2.
I saw you comin’ down from Killer Mountain, With the sunlight in your auburn hair I saw you coming down from Killer Mountain, Kicking up a whirlwind in the air. Now my fortune’s messed around, Oh Well Mamma I guess you let me down You said you’d be a lover not a stranger You said there wasn’t any thing to do You said you’d be a lover not a stranger Oh well mamma I put my faith in you Now my fortune’s... I saw you walking round here with your new beau I can’t believe that he is so impressed I saw you walking round here with your new beau Just like me you’ll leave him in a mess I can’t believe that you have found another, I thought we’d have some children in the end I can’t believe that you have found another I thought we’d have some children in the end Now my fortune’s… Now my fortune’s… Now my fortune’s…
3.
[There is rain. In the distance, there is thunder] It’s ok with me my love If you want to dance out in the rain Suffice to say nothing changes And everything it remains the came (‘cause you) Can’t see it You can’t know it You wont find it Anyway (yeah you) Can’t see it You can’t know it You won’t find it anyway Forget about those things last night And pretend it’s going all right I don’t suppose you think you’ll find The inner workings of my mind (‘cause you) Can’t see it… You may think you better than me And at that point I do agree But at least I know that I can see When somebody’s got the better of me (But you) Can’t see it… Say you don’t know me, Say you’ve out grown me Say you ain’t met me, better still And if we should meet, out on the street Don’t you cross the road ‘cause you know I will (And You) Can’t see it … (x3) [Further thunder sounds]
4.
[The Rain Continues] Hey! What’s my name? What’s my name? How’d I get here? Hey! Remember me Remember me please The night ‘till the day It’s cold It’s cold as hell Down here in the well (I feel alone) Hey! What’s my name? What’s my name? Remember me These hours They light the tears They raise the fears, Till they burn like a flame [A car horn beeps] Hey. What’s my name! What’s my name? How’d I get here? It’s hard It’s hard in the head With a hole in the head And a leaky brain
5.
You may be at the end of life You may be born anew But I know that come the end You will be a-runnin’ too You may be the next in line Maybe you have jumped the queue But I know that come the end You will be a-runnin’ too You may speak naught but lies You may speak the honest truth But I know that come the end You will be a-runnin’ too [The chorus enters] You may thing that I am wise You may take me for a fool You will be a-runnin’ too [Coda]
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7.
Sit on down now sugar Take a little rest now easy I have come to see you sigh God I miss you lately, How my eyes have burned With every little smile that’s come my way And heaven knows we’re angry At the lot’s we’ve drawn But we can cast those lots away So rest your head down honey Rest your little head on mine Tonight we’ll throw it all away (And then I’ll sing) I’ll throw away all my charm It’s as useless as a false alarm Come on angel light my way I’m sick of all the years I’ve stalled Like a man at a masquerade ball I’m tired of slipping away. Phone cards that have got no money Post cards that ain’t that funny I’m sick of living the life I lead I paid a poet pennies, For some prose about this city, He cut me up, to know I bleed (and then I bleed) Every minute is another meltdown Every second is a minute’s breakdown I’m falling down I’m on my knees I’d pay the Devil his charge Just to have you in my arms My soul is his but at least my spirit would be free (and) I’ll throw away all my charm It’s as useless as a false alarm Come on angel light my way I’m sick of all the years I’ve stalled Like a man at a masquerade ball I’m tired of slipping away. Away, away… Oh….
8.
Praised be the day! When the lock is turned with our key! The change that must come will be, And vision remain The mist shall concede the day The fog-of-war leave our minds Enemies will vanquished be We’ll regain command Pain is a muse they say And anger her poetry And I am her cavalry And sometimes her hand Ignorance is a whore Sanity her bedfellow And many times we have fell From what we should be What we should be Is stronger than those before We must learn to accept The weakness in man Temperament rules the way With troughs full of wasted time And millions wait there in line Consumed by the game Wisdoms become no more Reasons replaced its thread And knowledge is sold instead Of learnt or retained And all this is borne By you whose waters have grown But now on dry land have thrown The promise away Confusion’s planted and sown Calculated and planned We can’t even raise our hand! Because we don’t know its there And silence speaks of defeat The wind it must carry sound Clarity must abound And dust swept away Fates altered and torn Truth shall be gained anew And happiness brought to you By your own hand By your own hand By your own hand By your own hand
9.
We while away the desperate day Back and forth in swift decay But no more this endless dream I’ve lined that pit with gasoline It seems this time we have some say But every night we’re drawn away And battered flesh sinew and bone Have left our minds to walk alone And so it goes, my brain explodes (And so it slowly fades away) And shifting shapes of endless dreams The flood the Nile you kept within These Killing Words they come between A kind of lie, a kind of scream And so It goes, my soul implodes (And so it slowly fades away) [Utterances]
10.
She came, And planted a rose for me And every day she blew my mind And I’m alone again I groan again But one day I’ll be whole and then! She came to me and when she smiled at me she blinded me For her face was the sun But in the darkness She was swept away (yeah) by the Wheel of Fate And every day now I’m alone She came, From the land of the Cherokee And she said that she was one And then she laughed when I spoke with my pathetic tongue And said she’d have to fly away We watched the road away as it turned to silver grey From its honey golden brown And I tried to fight the night away as it turned to day But in the end the day it won (it won, it won…) She came Across the burning sea On that lovely day I sat among the falling leaves As she came up toward the trees From the beach She came toward me And I knelt before She And She said that “I adore thee, I adore thee! I adore the way you smile for me And try for me So keep on trying for me baby Yeah now my baby We can be as one" (As one as one…)
11.
Well you know that I don’t care When I come home to find there’s flowers in your hair That is just a pipe-dream full of despair For I know that I will not have you my dear And it drives the point straight home to me again Yes it drives the point straight to me again Yes it drives the point straight home to me again Yes it drives the point straight home to me again Don’t let the day be judged by me I am a lonely drunken man, I cannot see I wouldn’t have no faith even if I believed I can’t see no kindness so I’ll never grieve And it breaks me in two again Yes it breaks me in two again This all breaks me in two again Yes it breaks me in two again And this drives the point straight home to me again Yes this drives the point straight home to me again This all drives the point straight home to me again Yes this drives the point straight home to me again (well) I hope this drives the point straight home to you again I hope this all drives the point straight home to you again I hope this all drives the point straight home to you again I hope this all drives the point straight home to you… To You … To You…

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A sonic meditation in a minor key, Love in the form of Death, and other Guises is the debut record for London based electric folk project: The Killing Words.

An exploration of human relationships, beginning with departure, moving through lust denial, dissent, disbelief, reconnection, transcendence and ending eventually with the acceptance of desolation. This score, sketched out around on the focus of ones love for another is intended as a single sound sculpture, akin to a soundtrack in, rhythm, and tonality. Each epic tale is interwoven with electric guitar soundscapes, hematic elements and natural field recordings.

Musically it borrows heavily from the concept albums of Van Morrison, Johnny Cash and Neil Young. Poetically, Love... aims to capture some of the influences of Badiou, from whose philosophy the metaphysics at the centre of the album is derived. Exemplary of this is The Townes Van Zandt-esque ditty, Isle of Dogs Isle of Dreams, which cascades into waves of oscillating delay and electronic noise. The principal annonymous songwriter is joined by several label buddies including Kelly Saunders, Des Miller and special guest vocalist Lucy Kaldor (on Praised Be The Day).

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released September 1, 2009

Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, and Mixed by The Killing Word:

Including :
Track 5 Which Includes Kelly Saunders on Vocal

Track 8 Recorded also by Des Miller, performed by Lucy Kaldor, Des Miller, and The Killing Words

Track 9 Which includes Kelly Saunders on Vocal

Thanks to:
Broken Stone Records for the support, Lucy Kaldor, Kelly Saunders, and Des Miller for a amazing contributions (three legs of a table), Greedy Hen (Katherine and Kate) for amazing artworks here, there and everywhere, Chris Rudge (as the once and future King), Tim Gotterson (for assistance behind the board), Big Willy on the mix down, Richard (and His Mind) for their equipment in Sydney, Alain Badiou (Lighting)

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The Killing Words London

My mind is an ashtray
Filled with coins-
But an ashtray nonetheless
Dreams of avarice, dreams
of returning to the fold. Dreams
of St. Francis of Assisi- out there all alone
Naked within the wilderness,
vision well-sprung bittersweet
bearing down on the bottom of the barrel-
But dreams of avarice nonetheless.
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