Something About A Dying Man

by Lush Rimbaw

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released September 13, 2015

Miriam Vonnahme-Guitar, Vocals
Angelo Vitello-Guitar, Bass
Brendan Burton-Guitar, Bass
Clarke Sondermann-Drums
Anton Kreuger- Produced/mixed/mastered
special thanks to Jonathan Howard for letting us use the studio!

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Track Name: Birds in the Dark
Yesterday I climbed a statue in the rain in the dark in the cloud
I sat alone and I swung my feet and I watched my shadow on the ground
The day before I sat on a rooftop in the rain in the dark in the cloud
I sat alone and I watched how the street swept up dust
and now I'm perched in the limb of a tree in the rain in the dark in the cloud
I watch the birds with their pointing beaks
Peck at the feet of the crowd
the crowd
the crowd

Sometimes when I look for something in somebody else
I realize their is nothing more in anyone but myself

Three days ago I found it in me to punch out a pole by the road
Over and over and over again I swung my hand at the wood

Everything I hate swam before me and I became rage
Anger the pure energy so unforgiving in my head

All I want to do is float through the city with you
All i want to do is be by the train tracks near the warehouse at night

Hold my head near the shadow of my feet as they dangle form the Pointing statue in the dark
In the cloud
In the dark
In the rain
In the dark

Sometimes when I look for something in somebody else
I realize their is nothing more in anyone but myself

Hold my void, under your arm,
It won't save you if you fall, from the statue in the park.
Track Name: Cactus
She sits with legs crossed, shaded from the sun
Naked lips blow smoke streaks into my brittle hair
And i wrap my arms behind her, gather a fistful of her shirt
oooh

Cloth torn from the chaos of a dessert sky
Thread pulled deep form cold cactus soil
oooh

When I loosen my grip I feel the wind
Picking up her boots
I want to tie a string
Tight around her ankle
And watch her unravel
Into the atmosphere
oooh

Cloth torn from the chaos of a dessert sky
Thread pulled deep form cold cactus soil
oooh
Track Name: Sick Ambitions
I'm burning out of words to say
Looking for a place to stay
I'm wasting, wasting away

Ashing out a goodbye,
I'm swallowing a lie,
A flame dies out,
I'm left in doubt

You're my sick ambition
You're in a bad position
You taught me how to dance
So I'm dancing for you

My pockets are turned out
And my words they will spill out
on the floor
and i will
Bend down to pick them up
You will have had enough
So I will

Light up a Cigarette
Ask if you regret me
You swear you never met me

A flame dies out
I'm left in doubt

You're my sick ambition
You're in a bad position
You taught me how to dance
So I'm dancing for you

I'm burning out of words to say
Looking for a place to stay
I'm wasting, wasting away

Ashing out a goodbye,
I'm swallowing a lie,
A flame dies out,
I'm left in doubt
Track Name: Chewing Stones
Spit your gum out on the pavement see how it's pressed black
I'm hugging the ground with your tread on my cheek it burns like you
won't return
Look at the moon in its silence
It never makes a sound
It makes me want to chew at my tongue
Let my words slip to the muted shift of your weight in your walk through this dirty town
oooh oooh

My words are sandpaper rubbing at my mouth
I may spit with blood blurred lips but there's still words I swallow down
oooh oooh
Track Name: Male Gender Reptilian
You may be a man
You may be a full grown man
And i may be young,
But i won't be made a fool of
I won't be made a fool of

You may be burned straight through the wick
You may be covered in scars you may have lived a little bit
And i may be young,
But you won't fuck me up,
and i won't be made a fool of
I won't be made a fool of

Take off all my clothes i dare ya
Love me till you swoon i dare ya
I will never care
no i will never care

You may be a man
You may be a full grown man
And i may be young,
But i won't be made a fool of
I won't be made a fool of

You may be burned straight through the wick
You may be covered in scars you may have lived a little bit
And i may be young,
But you won't fuck me up,
and i won't be made a fool of
I won't be made a fool of
Track Name: Terror Dreams
I'm done licking your wounds
Can't stomach the taste of your words anymore
Maybe we never touched
But the thing you said still tear at my skin
So bleed your terror dreams out

Touch me all you want
Touch me anywhere
Under the bra under the skirt
I won't wake up i'm dreaming
I won't wake up i'm dreaming
I won't wake up i'm dreaming

I wanted to kiss your scars
Now i know you'd rather contain the hate in your pores
You always went and changed your mind
Makes me taciturn in my head
Makes me turn over

The image of your terror gone
I'm not afraid to sleep anymore
I'm not afraid to sleep anymore
I'm not afraid to sleep anymore

Touch me all you want
Touch me anywhere
Tie me up and bite at my neck
I won't wake up i'm dreaming
I won't wake up i'm dreaming
I won't wake up i'm dreaming
I'm dreaming

You always went and changed your mind makes me taciturn in my bed
Makes me turn over
Track Name: Heavy Hands
I'm falling out of touch
Missing your crooked yellow teeth
The tones when you talk how you lied to me

Well you'll come scratching at the door of my mind
when i let you in i'll be wasting my
time, time

I'm falling out of touch
your twisted words bent me out of shape
I'm wire contorted to the shape you left me, after it rained
i'm rusted out, can't feel a thing
if i found you dead i'd kiss you where you bleed
i'd kiss you where you bleed
oh i'd kiss you where you bleed
if i found you dead i'd kiss you where you bleed

And i miss you through the window
your icy shoulders all hunched and focused the black hem of your sleeve
well you'll come scratching at the door of my mind
when i let you in i'll be wasting my
time, time

I'm falling out of touch i can't feel a thing