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There are voices in the attic
Wispy whispers past the cabinets
Filled with tawny photographs
I am stolid, I am steadfast
Where there's panic, lingers relapse
Oh, no; those breakdown days are done
This house alive
I can hear the floorboards breathe
Creak, creak
Are these angels come to take me?
If so, I'll wave my white flag willingly
I have shed my snake-skinned past
Clustered flies hinder the windows
For every angel there's a devil
Oh no, make these voices go away
I was a God-fearing boy
Sure, I stumbled more than once
But so did his begotten son
An orphan, thrown out to the wolves
Not prodigal, far worse
I was hustled, I was scorned
Made a criminal . . .
But I stand here reformed
There are voices in the dead of night
A child screaming, I
am
Gemini!
Oh, what are you, and why?
Are you specter? Are you spirit?
Am I lucid, am I losing it?
Oh no, this macabre facade
These walls, paper thin
- Álbum:
- I Am Gemini
- Happy Hollow
- Dorothy at Forty
- The Ugly Organ
- Silver Scooter / Cursive split EP
- Storms Of Early Summer: Semantics Of Song
- The Storms Of Early Summer: Semantics Of Song
- Miscellaneous
- Recluse
- Critically Ashamed
- The Difference Between Houses And Homes Lost Songs And...
- Print Is Dead
- 8 Teeth To Eat You
- Non-Album Releases
- Handguns Better Punk Comp
- 2004-02-15: Paradiso, Amsterdam, Netherlands
- Fossil Jeans Presents 13 Tracks, Volume 4
- The Ugly Organ (Deluxe Edition) [Remastered]
- The Ugly Organ (Deluxe Edition)
- Big Bang