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Whisky Priest Lyrics

Here are the lyrics for Whisky Priest. Ever since I created this site I've wanted to do in-depth song stories for each song, showing the creative process behind my music. I love getting to look inside someone else's creative mind and see how they make sense of things and I finally have published work to do it with my own. I have been heavily inspired by two projects (The DNA Project by J. Views and the blog of Ryan O'Neal from Sleeping at Last). Their transparency has greatly inspired me and helped me to see how they took a song from a voice memo to a beautiful final master. My plan is to show the story of how each song was created on this album, highlighting both where it all came from and how it all came together. The motive is not narcissistic; I want to do this both as a personal memento to look back on this project and as a means of hopefully bringing inspiration to others. I've already started working on these new posts. Stay tuned.

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Birthmark

Bullet holes inside my body Death’s number on my arms The shattered state, the cooling fade of my lungs

Ravened soul, years in the breaking Wearied as a beggar’s bones Too many mornings writhe in fate’s disguising song

Oh I am bleeding out from these scars Oh I’ll run recklessly into the dark For a new start, a birthmark

Sea of glass on which I’m walking Bends to break beneath the shame Why do we slave to build an able ship with doomed remains?

Oh I am bleeding out from these scars Oh I’ll run recklessly into the dark For a new start, a birthmark

Healer Might

The healer might, healer might come today The healer might, healer might, healer might come and take The healer might come and take away the pain He might come and take it all away

The healer might, healer might bring the rain The healer might, healer might leave you in the hurricane Oh but keep breathing though the pounding waves They might come and take it all away

The healer might, healer might come and take Oh when you feel the light come and your body break Come on, keep it steady as the sun, let the body say We aren’t in our final frames

I've been waiting here Chicken scratch prayers, come to pass, I have ripped out the last of me (can’t you see) I've been wasting here I forgot how to breathe

Come, hold me Hold me

I know that we're still gonna die some day Would you come and take it all away

Daughter

Father, lead me by your still waters Save a place for my daughter Oh with your spirit The way is dark, how I’ve feared it A shaky heart is the courier to guide her through the grey

Father, I’ll wear the word as I wander Through all the world with my daughter I am broken and faithless I can’t begin to unmake it A winter’s hymn is a worry heard beside me on my way

Father, if you hear could you call her Save a place for my daughter

For my daughter

Little One

Little one, I see Tender spirit struggling Little one, I see Sickened panic, desperate to your knees

Little one, the seed Symptomatic stuttering All the world, the grief Ruin’s grip will come, will wait to feed

Little one, I see Oh, my love, come free Your scars the start, you see You’re all my heart

Cutting Teeth

Oh, the places that I’ve been The faces mine offends Fumbling, fumbling

Though, with murky miles ahead The fates sing softer, they’re Humming

Slow, though hurried in the dark, I hear them calling when it starts

"Go, they’ll find you in the glen The horsemen closing in Rumbling

Row, though wilder blows the wind" Into the river raging white, I’ll start again

"Sleep, while you cut your teeth Whisky priest

Hope, take it slow Through the habit’s prey, through the whisky’s weigh You’ll learn to grow"

Hold

Worldspin

It wasn’t death, it wasn’t flight It wasn’t debt, it wasn’t blood, it wasn’t crime The day the Angels fell

It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t sight It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t love, it wasn’t lies The day the angels fell

Heaven’s hue, haunting you

It wasn’t trust, belief in a lie Not the red tape ripping or the run You can name it all In a box tethered off to the side Settle-safe, your labels state your case The way the angels fell

Heaven’s hue, haunting you Heaven’s hue, haunting you

It was just a word, whispered light Just a horsefly ringing in your ear “You’re in the right” You can play the fear, you can move the sky You can make the world spin however you want With your crooked pride

But it will haunt you, it will haunt you It will haunt you at night But it will haunt you, it will haunt you It will haunt you, the light

The Sea and the Moon

Lover, you’re a vapor, chasing an evasive rest Lover you’re the melody I can’t get out of my head Lover, you’re the amber, the face affixed in every step Lover you’re the memory I can’t get out of my bed

It happened so soon The sea and the moon Weaving the darkness with the light The sea played its tune To reason the muse But it fell far, far, far

Lover you’re a cancer, a strain equipped for second death But lover you’re the remedy, and I can’t get you out of my head

It happened so soon The sea and the moon Weaving the darkness with the light The sea played its tune To reason the muse But it fell far, far, far

It’s a long way down It’s a long way down It’s a long way down From here

Madness

When the madness is gone And the earthquakes have weathered away When the breathlessness is hushed And the best is burned to grey

When the magic is lost In passion and promise’s phase When tenderness is far Far with the rest it fades

The end of love, the end of love Will we find love at the end of love The end, the end of love

When the damage is done When bickering burns through the braid With emptiness the start, the star of a doomed sky

Darling will we find

Love, the end of love The end of love Will we find love at the end of love The end, the end of love

Brick by brick we’ll set our place We’ll carve our names tick by tick into the face Cause the walls we’ve built will stand the rest of our days

When the madness is gone My love, will the music still play?

Morning

Wake up slowly, still and softly Let the looming torment still to break of day All your weeping, feeble easing When you cease the feeling you swore

Wait for the morning flood Wait ’til the glory comes Wait for the morning

Wake up boldly, firmly walking Any passing vice a crutch to still the pain All your drinking, feeble easing As you see her sinking from shore

Wait for the morning flood Wait ’til the glory comes Wait for the morning

Unmade in the warring You’ll say how the story goes Just wait for the morning

Secondhand Savior

I am a heartbeat triggered by an unseen tremor In a waning light A season’s sigh

I am a watchword waking in the woodshed Weeping till my words are found Writing till the ink runs out

Rugged and tried Covered in lines

I’ll be a secondhand savior to the wasting Later I’ll be freaking out A shiver with a scathing doubt

There’s a wrestling venom in my vessels crippling Everything I’m waiting till my time runs out

The harder I fight The steeper the lie Just see that I’ve tried I’ve tried

Ikon

Gentle little light Kicking at the walls, you hear a call from right outside Little look-alike My heart

Bitter storming fight Chaos of the call, constricting walls The ending line Blinking azure eyes My heart

Autumn night Terrified The image and the infinite collide Spirit burned inside Your image is the infinite

Please don’t go

Image of my heart

Image of my heart


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