Lyrics

“I Want That You Are Always Happy”

  1. Black Death 1349
  2. My Grandma Was Pearl Hall
  3. As I Go to See Janey, (Chords)
  4. Jesus Came to My Birthday Party, (Chords)
  5. Land of the Bloody Unknown, (Chords)
  6. Very Many
  7. Sydney to Newcastle
  8. Mount Morgan
  9. Months
  10. Dan’s Silverleaf
  11. Hunger Song
  12. Ninth Avenue Reverie
  13. Deep Water, (Chords)
  14. Mount Morgan End
  15. My Baby (Bonus Track)

“The Recordings of…”

  1. Blood
  2. Fools Gold
  3. The Darkest Side
  4. Lonely
  5. Beleriand
  6. Pig Food
  7. Tsietsi
  8. Dirty Looks

“The Split EP”

  1. The Streets
  2. The Bats and the Brave
  3. At Home in Our Convictions

Thanks to the many contributors to the lyrics collection, in particular: Sam H for the three “Split EP” songs, Chris Gillis for Beleriand, Pig Food and the rest of the hard to decipher songs from “Recordings of…”, Steve G for many songs from “I Want That…”.

If you have any more lyrics or corrections to these then send them to me by emailing to simon.baird@gmail.com or post a comment somewhere on this site.

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60 Responses to Lyrics

  1. Marcy says:

    Do you have lyrics to Beleriand or Pg Food..both absolutely stunning!
    thank you!

  2. glosoli says:

    No, I wish. They are pretty hard to decipher in some parts.

  3. Andre O. says:

    Hi, How can I find the songs of “The Split EP”? Thank you.

  4. glosoli says:

    Go here:
    http://www.myspace.com/sleepingintrains
    There is a link where you can buy the CD

  5. Chris Gillis says:

    Beleriand:

    When the truth comes out
    The light telperion dies
    Ungoliant
    Barad-dir
    Any band alive

    There we find our fate
    We find our darkness
    That name Melkor in us

    When the truth comes out
    The line Elendil flies
    Across the Sea
    From Numenor Angband arrives

    There we find our fate
    We find our darkness
    That name Melkor in us

  6. Chris Gillis says:

    all my thoughts are dead
    sunk in the ocean of my head
    they kept on crashing
    they kept on talking
    I can’t remember much of anything
    been eating the pig food
    we’re sick to the core
    i’m under the influence
    i’m under control
    my body-like coffin
    inside, a few dead man’s clothes

    (I think the last word is clothes. Not sure.)

  7. Chris Gillis says:

    The Fall of Man:
    let it all come down again
    rise and fall, young and old
    let it all crash down on us
    we need it

    the fall of man
    the younger bred
    we lift our heads
    come quick
    (repeat)

    let it rush right back to us
    breathe it in
    wear it
    let it fly right through us
    we need it

  8. Chris Gillis says:

    Tsietsi:

    the trees are burnt
    the grass is brown
    the sky turns red
    when the sun goes down

    for all the tears
    in God’s green earth
    we haven’t cracked
    in this old town
    cuz we’re holding onto youth
    and we’re stubborn to the tooth

    the smell of dread
    and burning heads
    is a sure sign
    that you’re in town
    and we’re holding off’ve youth
    and we’re stubborn with the truth

    here on the shores of the sea comes the end
    here on the floor on our knees comes the end
    here on the shoulders of these comes the end
    here when you replace me comes the end
    comes the end
    (repeat)

    comes the end

    • Mellow says:

      You are an absolute angel, I’ve had this song on repeat for the last week it’s so moving!
      Thanks a heap!!

    • Mellow says:

      I didn’t even realise until a second ago that the title is in my native tongue SeSotho which means trouble/ problems.
      Again, thanks!

  9. Jacob D says:

    Dirty Looks:

    I read the words of a thousand books
    And gave away my dirty looks
    And I cleaned out all my cupboards
    One by one

    I quit the job that I hated most
    My pockets full of hundred dollar notes
    But there’s not enough to buy back
    What I lost

    Now I wash my hair and I clip my toes
    I leave the room just to blow my nose
    And I shower twice a day with soap

    But I don’t feel clean like I thought I would
    My sins don’t wash away so good
    They stick to me like glue
    Like glue

    So I pack my bags and change my name
    To something that nobody can say
    And I’ll squander all my hard earned cash

    I speak too slow when I’m most in need
    Your skins too soft and your hearts too clean
    To be caught up in this awful mess
    With someone like me

  10. orhteJ says:

    anyone have the lyrics to the original Gold from the split EP?

    • unklee says:

      Not sure if anyone else has posted these, but they are written on the insert sheets:

      those steady eyes and that ready smile
      can contain the turmoil hid inside
      for a while and then you’ll crack
      like us all your nose will run
      like a tap onto the floor
      and that will be the grossest thing of all

      that speeding dial and those flashing lights
      only assimilate the feeling
      of beating time in this race of life
      everything else catches up to you
      there’s nothing else for you to do

      what we had, good as gold
      naileable [that’s what it says, but malleable might be better], good to hold
      moulding’s good cause life is change
      and change is good and you are good at changing me

      there’ll be an avalanche
      on this desert land
      it’ll come down
      it’ll come down to be
      the evidence of heaven
      and I know I love you
      because I know you well

      I’m not sure if that’s exactly what they sing, but it’s close.

  11. Emily says:

    Can somebody PLEASE tell me where I can get the split EP in Melbourne? I can find it anywhere on the Internet (iTunes, myspace link doesn’t work) thanks a heap xxx

  12. Audrey says:

    hi, just wondering if you could ‘desipher’ me the lyrics for ‘months’ off their newest album ‘i want that you are always happy’
    thanks a bunch! :)

    • Audrey says:

      ps i only need them after a certain point.
      heres what i managed to get myself so far

      wake me in the morning
      gonna wake me up at night
      aint got no use for sleeping anymore
      aint got enough time for myself
      or time for my friends
      and i cant even roar
      just wake me up, its fine

      let me go away
      away from where weve grown
      ive got dirty and in wandering through bars and foreign family inns (not sure of this line…)
      and id have never came to be alone
      now i just wana feel how you would feel left at home

      ?????

  13. Caleb says:

    Hey could you post the lyrics for the Hunger Song, great job on the website btw.

  14. Pickles says:

    Hey I am gonna try an figure out the lyrics to the Hunger Song.
    here is what I have so far:

    I’ve got a hole in the side of my stomach
    that I can’t seam to fill
    with all the food that I put in it

    I fill it with meat and I fill it with bread
    And I fill it with drink from Saturday evening
    till Sunday morning

    But I’m still Hunger for more
    for something to fill me
    Lord make me whole again
    so i won’t go hungry anymore
    anymore

    …and thats it so far sorry ill try to have the rest up sometime soon.

  15. Steve G says:

    Here’s my take, Caleb. Obviously there are a couple of bits that I can’t decipher, especially the last line. Perhaps it refers to something Australian that a Yankee like myself wouldn’t recognize?

    HUNGER SONG

    I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach
    That I can’t seem to fill
    With all the things that I believe
    I fiil it with mead and I fill it with bread
    And I fill it with drink on a Saturday evening
    To Sunday morning

    But I’m still hungry for
    Something to fill me
    Ah, make me whole again
    So I won’t be hungry anymore

    My own neighbor knew wood and skin
    He was good with his hands always
    Heavy with drinking, my own neighbor
    My own neighbor’s wife came over
    In the early morning
    She grabbed the little girl
    And she took off in the half light
    To the Best Western

    Now he’s looking for
    Something to feel this time
    To give his heaviness
    Something involved, oh
    Feel this time
    To give his heaviness
    Something involved, oh

    But if you’re
    If you’re coming back
    To me blindly
    But if you’re coming
    I’m calm and hungry
    I’m on the die (?)

    You’re needing form
    You would form a baby
    For your whole life
    Form a lovely
    For your vidilu (??), oh

  16. Pickles says:

    I’m not sure but i think

    But if you’re coming
    I’m calm and hungry

    Is

    But
    if you’re coming home
    Cold and Hungry

  17. TGFCoffee says:

    Thank you for the Hunger Lyrics. I’ve been looking everywhere for them. They sound pretty accurate too. Thanks again.

  18. Sachal says:

    My Grandmother Was Pearl Hall

    Mothers
    Love their children
    Even when they
    Are violent.
    ‘Cause all good
    Sons and daughters
    Love the ones they
    Look like.

    Fathers
    Keep their kids safe
    On the street
    Men died.
    ‘Cause all good
    Sons or fathers
    Know that kids are
    Frightened
    Of them.

    Went home
    With your rocket
    But a nearing
    Spirit.
    Survived
    A death adder
    But you drowned in
    Liquid.

    You learned
    From your father
    How to husband
    Animals.
    And I learned
    from my father
    That all men
    Are animals.

    Jesus,
    you’re a fire
    In my foreskin
    everyday.
    Burning
    Oh you’re burning
    Dead and lonely
    You remain.

    (got that from wowlyrics)

  19. Max says:

    hi, do you know the chords for Ninth Ave Reverie? such a beautiful song, i’d love to play it.

  20. Pickles says:

    If anyone can figure out the lyrics to Mount Morgan that would be sweet.

  21. Steve G says:

    If anyone can figure out the lyrics to Mount Morgan they deserve an award.

  22. Steve G says:

    Obviously a little help is needed here…

    BLACK DEATH 1349

    (two, three, four)

    Black Death, 1349
    Rats are coming down the Rhine

    Pretty girls, little boys
    Bring all just a-and-b’s (?)
    In the void (?)

    Picking with (?) 13 Jews
    Ain’t you ever heard the news

    With all those (?)
    Little babies in the void
    Jesus Christ was what a noise (?)

    Saviour coming down the Rhine
    Black Death, 1349

  23. Steve G says:

    Feeling pretty good about this one.

    AS I GO TO SEE JANEY

    There’s six Spanish sailors
    Drifting, aimless
    Through the moonlit night
    Of sweet Marseilles

    And there’s a broken feeling
    But nobody’s bleeding
    Any secrets to the night

    As I go to see Janey
    She is lonely
    In the moonlight
    In the churchyard

    And the Counts are restless
    Thinking of the Princess
    She’s shivering
    Warm evening

    And they say she’s dying
    And all the men are crying
    As they raise the flags to the wind

    As I go to see Janey
    She is lovely
    In the moonlight
    In the churchyard

    To see Janey
    She is lonely
    In the moonlight
    In the churchyard

  24. Steve G says:

    Just an attempt here. I always find Rohin hard to decipher. Perhaps someone can translate better than I and fix this one up.

    VERY MANY

    Seldom never came out soon enough (?)
    That animated it by fire (?)
    Now he’s stranded first on runways (?)
    Growing hungry in all a cron (?)
    I feel a tension in a morning doubt (?)
    Lands a first on (?)

    Joseph done a bad house brother (?)
    Down in like a minnow jog (?)
    The tiki made it look at us harden (?)
    You could smell her chlorine dance hard (?)
    I should have ate, mama never never made (?)
    That first tongue

    Ooh, these thoughts
    They just came back to my aid
    Ooh, I can man made them (?)
    Oh, through the waters of my mind
    And I do make songs
    Well, I make songs of them

    • Morgan C says:

      This is my favorite song by them, just the explosion of weeping violins with about a minute to go…

      This is my interpretation of the lyrics, damn hard to decipher:

      Seldom never came on soon enough
      That never made it by fire
      I’d be staying every first on Broadways
      Going hungry in the hallway cryin’
      I feel a tension every morning that
      That was the first time

      Joseph downed a bad house brother
      Drowning like a little chalk
      The tike make him look at what his heart had
      You could smoke the rains outside
      I should have ate, Mother never never made
      And that was the first time
      Oooo, these thoughts, they just come back to my head
      I can’t mend it back
      All through the walkings of my mind

      And I do make songs
      I make songs of it

      I’m fairly certain you can ignore the first three lines of mine, very very hard to tell what he’s singing. I’m pretty sure of 4/5 and from “And that was the first time” ’til the end are correct, although I could be way off here.

    • Tazman says:

      I’ll give it a go too…

      VERY MANY lyrics

      Summer never came on soon enough
      Dad never made dinner by five
      And I’d be standin’ out depressed on runways
      Goin’ hungry in the hallway cryin’
      I feel it each and every morning dad
      That was the first time (or home?)

      Joseph turned a bad-ass brother
      Howlin’ like a middle child
      -OR-
      now then like he beat on Jord

      (jordan ‘jord’ ireland’s bro is Joseph… but this is sung by rohin – so I’m not sure if he would sing about them)

      the tiki made him know what his heart had
      (like a) smoke warning outside
      I share a hate mumma never never neared
      That was first time

      Oooh these thoughts
      They just come back to my head
      Oooh I can’t mend them, they’re
      Alll through the waters of my mind

      ‘N’ I do make songs
      well, I make songs of them

    • Mike S says:

      Even without understanding him, the music alone conveys such a powerful feeling… Here’s my go, using your translations and my own input:
      Dad might be “Deb”, by the way…

      Summer never came (a)’long soon enough
      Dad never made dinner by five
      And I’d be standing there depressed on runways
      Going hungry in the hallway crying
      I feel a tension every morning, Dad
      That was the first time

      Joseph turned out bad as a brother
      (I?) Doubted like a middle child (I don’t think I or any of us got this right)
      The tick(l)ing made it hurt as hard ale (“hot as hell” might replace “hard ale”… hard ale works better with the next line.)
      You could smoke the rings outside
      I share a hate, momma damned / doubted it
      That was the first time

      Oooh, these thoughts
      They just come back tonight (or to my head)
      Oooh, I can’t remember them of late
      Walk the walk, it’s in my mind
      And I do make songs,
      Well I make songs of them.

      [Much like in Blood, the sad experiences all build up to a beautiful, emotional instrumental part. It’s up to the listener to decide if that means acceptance, the end of misery (death), the idea that “making songs of them” is a healing method, or the only way to convey the pain, or something else. That’s what makes this and Blood so good; the instruments alone have the power to switch the narrative of the lyrics. Thanks to the others that gave their input.]

  25. Steve G says:

    Relatively confident about this one as well.

    NINTH AVENUE REVERIE

    You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree
    Where if in the northern summer you come back to life
    You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover’s salt
    Where every Sunday night he’ll eat a little more of you

    You say you can’t stop crying, it’s just the power of the song
    Riding on the midnight bus again
    And you say that you loved him but you were just too young
    You say that’s why you still wait in the rain

    You say a lot of things

    And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts
    But I never saw him paint a thing
    He just kept the tins underneath his bed
    And sniffed a different colour every night
    And dreamed of a place up in the sky
    Where everyone’s a painter till they die

    You say you don’t like flying on aeroplanes
    That even seabirds must get lonely out there
    You said you were quitting after your next pack
    And you said once that I was beautiful
    But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing
    I couldn’t stop my drinking

    And you say a lot of
    You say a lot of
    You say a lot of things

    You say you can’t stop dreaming about your funeral day
    Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you
    And I’d be up the back with a rose in my hand
    And I’d give to you in death what I could not in life

  26. incendiarypigs says:

    can anyone decipher the lyrics for ‘Western’? (the track off the Jesus Came To My Birthday Party EP)

  27. Sachal says:

    Can anyone decipher the lyrics to ‘Western’? (that track off the Jesus Came To… EP)

    • glosoli says:

      (An attempt on the first verse, largely wrong)

      Yeah the river’s name is rush
      It fevered and gear
      To the crippled and fate-ist were his days
      As sure as it was deep
      Were it days turned that turn to weeks
      And into months and though the years if you’d have stayed
      To the father with the child
      And a heavy pregnant wife
      Far too hard to work
      To hot and and heavy just to stay
      After stealing all he asked for
      Show his family is none
      The feeling lies so damn deep and parts away

      Oh ain’t that just what it’s like
      I know you feel it
      Yeah can’t seem to live, you just can’t seem to go die
      Aint that just what it’s like

      • Jack says:

        “The river’s name was ross, and fever it’d give”
        Ross River Fever is the name of a virus carried by mosquitoes around the Ross River, just for the record :P

      • Tazman says:

        I gave the lyrics a go, did the best I could:

        Yeah, the river’s name is Ross,
        and fever it’d give,
        to cripple any foetus with it’s daze,
        and as short as it was deep
        and the days ‘d turn to weeks
        and into months and through the years if you’d have stayed.

        to the father with a child,
        and a heavy pregnant wife,
        for her to work too anaemic to sustain (?)
        and after stealing all he has fortune his family is live,
        that fever of ours has sort him deep in harms way..

        oh and and they just wedded tonight,
        I know you feel it.
        yeah, can’t seem to live
        and he just can’t seem to go ‘n’ die,
        oh ain’t that just what it’s like.

        Poor old Meg she was a saint,
        to anybody’s eyes,
        born out of soul and with that body in a line (?)
        to her men she’d give her love,
        in feeling or in joice
        and to the kids she gave the bulk of her time

        Well jack he liked the smokes,
        just a pack a day,
        said that death will catch up with you in time (?)
        Now it’s a cruel thing to hurt and tear fleeting home (?)
        let her go cancer Jack lost his mind.

        now ain’t that just what it’s like?
        I know you’ve seen it.
        oh and some people live
        and some people go ‘n’ die.
        now ain’t that just what it’s like.

        And a crowd gathered ’round
        at the centre of town,
        and all the head’d turn as he came,
        to look upon the man,
        you gotta listen in today,
        to hear for what he had to say.
        The words that he spoke
        cut ’em deep in their skin,
        so they buried him there deep again (?)

        They said guilty men ‘d pass and you’re another, well, you’re just a pile of crap (?)
        oh ain’t that just what it’s like? x3
        Oh I know you know it!
        And he lost that town as if it was his horse (?)
        and ain’t that just what it’s like. x4

  28. glosoli says:

    (from Giulia via email)

    Hi! I don’t know if these are right, but I spent an hour trying to figure out the lyrics to Mount Morgan, and I don’t even know if all of what I found is right, so, that’s what I’ve got ;D

    The dead soul of
    My own son
    In every word’s
    Their ox’s so good (?!?)
    There(/then) we fail
    In the real world
    There could law, oh (?)
    Did he leave
    When I had time bye (?)
    Oh, let honey (?)
    And there by side
    He was talking
    There be all friend (?)
    let secret go
    in every soul, oh
    Mouth of soul
    Mouth of soul
    Mouth of soul

    well, let me know if you think they’re right! ^^

    (I’m italian, and even if I’m really good at English, I’m not sure of everything! I apologize for my mistakes)

    • tazman says:

      Mount Morgan Lyrics (just worked them out from the youtube link below)

      Dada told no-one, no-one
      soul ’bout their old, old,
      them rocks of gold
      that we found in the river
      the good lord did deliver

      oh and i, I dont know,
      bout Mount Morgan
      I heard my son (soul?)
      he was talkin
      bout the old finding
      of secret gold
      the dark soul(?)
      no one saw

      • tazman says:

        It could also be Dee river instead of the river, because the river around the mine of mount morgan is called the Dee River. love the connection to place in their songs

      • tazman says:

        listening to the album version I’ll post an update:

        My Dad told no one
        no one saw
        about the rocks
        the rocks of gold
        that we found
        in the Dee River
        that the lord
        did deliver

        oh now I blown the top off
        of Mount Morgan
        I heard bout someone
        he was talkin
        about them who founds
        the secret gold
        he ne’er can tell no one
        no one saw
        no one saw
        no one saw

  29. Alex says:

    Dans Silverleaf lyrics pleeeeeease?

    • tazman says:

      I might need some more help with this…

      Dan’s Silverleaf lyrics

      My dear Anne,
      Singing so long to yourself
      Just in the kitchen
      You were making my mum tea as
      fever
      struck my skin
      I got a crack in my head
      lay down and slept in your (bed + then)
      you called me your son (?)

      oh lie, dont let me down
      I’ll lie you, intermittent be down (?)
      anymore

      She’s my mother’s sister
      All get her head ate her soul (?)
      her steady livin’
      made it clear and plain as day that it’s
      fine to be alone/below (?)
      Bad dairy grain (?)
      Just right
      oooh gotta look away (?)

      and when he disowned you
      I wouldn’t do it to my own
      Just like I’ve done today

      Don’t let
      don’t let me down
      anymore
      Don’t lie
      in the manor meadow (?)

      I’m old and the skin just hangs on my bed
      She’ll sing out and call me home

      I found this interview which gave me a few hints http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/homeandhosed/blog/s3194878.htm

  30. Jack says:

    I’ve deciphered the lyrics for Jord’s Stolen Violin album:

    World of Sun

    My world of sun
    what have you done
    what have you done
    my world of sun
    did you go
    everybody touched you

    My world of stars
    tell me where you are
    where you are
    my world of stars
    are you driving through fields of flowers

    My world smoke
    to which I woke
    to which I woke
    my world of smoke
    what a twisted little frail disbelief

    Floorboards

    Dark skinned woman
    Wheeled in your body
    Like a sword drawn from the laws (?)

    I’m a crooked crooked man
    Creaking ‘cross your floorboards
    I left you still sleeping
    you looked just like a little raincloud
    from which I had no shelter
    and it’s been raining all of my life

    Dark skinned woman
    I’m creaking ‘cross your floorboards

    Romance at the petrol station

    December 25th I lost you at the farm
    I found you in the dark at a tropical bar
    On February fourth I held you in the back of an east bound silver top taxi-car
    I led you to the train that went to federation and I kissed you out the front of the petrol station

    And I really think you’d like it here
    about this time of year
    all of the clouds hang just like a poor man’s chandelier

    On march 17th we were drinking at the beach
    at the top of the hill we got caught in the rain
    I didn’t hear from you from June till December and I waited for you but your bus never came and
    I drove past the cane fields looking for something to remind me of something to remind me of you

    And I really think you’d like it here
    at this time of year
    All of the people getting rid of their excess Christmas cheer

    And its the first new moon since the new years party
    I spilled beer on the photo i took of you at the beach and
    I made you look golden for a moment in the garden
    like the sun on a cloud that is just out of reach
    There’s a new star shining but I haven’t named it
    It’s been waiting for you to come back and claim

    And I really think you’d like it here
    At this time of year
    All the moonlight would make all your money look insincere

    And at this time of year
    I think you’d like it here
    all the children are playing and trying to disappear
    and I wish you were here at this time of year
    with your temperate touch and your tropical tears
    the streets are empty and the smoke is almost clear

    New Amnesia Skies

    The clouds could open like a split in your dress
    Of your Sunday best in the alley
    With your horoscope kiss
    The world is never turning slowly enough
    For your body to keep up
    And your healing our scars in reverse

    Now I’m saving all of my secrets
    Till I get through
    back to you
    Now I’m heading down in the evening
    To breathe the breath you left behind
    Leave the morning where it lies
    Under new amnesia skies

    You look so dangerous reflected on the lake
    With your streetlight handshake
    And shoulders sharp enough to cut
    And if some easy way with a lovers trip
    Beyond the mountain tip to kiss you once slips away

    Now I’m saving all of my secrets
    Till I get through back to you
    Now I’m heading down in the evening
    To breathe the breath you left behind
    Leave the morning where it lies
    Under new amnesia skies

    38 Degree Blues

    I saw you down at the station
    Holding a photo of dumb luck
    I saw you down at the station
    Holding a picture of dumb luck
    A the conductor took your hands
    I heard something come unstuck

    I read your notes on the land
    Who cast no shadow on the open road
    I read your notes on the man
    who cast no shadow upon the open road
    I heard a monkey squealing
    In the belly of the river floatin’

    It’s 38 degrees
    with a car that won’t start
    It’s 38 degrees
    with a car that won’t start
    You’ve got nowhere else to be
    Staying here tears you apart

    Took Starlight Seven Years

    Better hide the keys
    She’s got that look
    Got that look in her eyes
    Tonight
    Tonight

    Smoke caressing the billboards
    Where she stopped on the roadside
    Somewhere just inside the Marlborough stretch

    Took starlight seven years
    Seven years to get here
    Just to fall across her shoulder-blade
    Her shoulder-blade
    Her shoulder-blade
    Her shoulder-blade
    Her shoulder-blade
    Her shoulder-blade

    When They Put it All On Red

    And the hole in the sky and the ten thousand miles only you
    And your hesitant hips and the sun on your lips just for you
    and the steam from the bath dancing up upon the glass is for you
    is for you

    And the wind through the hair that’s stuck in the chair
    [something]
    and all of the trees are getting naked and falling asleep
    for you and [something]

    And the light from the street [something] the beach just for you
    and the band plays along to the nights all belonging to you
    and the needles and trees and the box of bees making honey just for you
    the blood off the meat and the button you pressed to repeat your favourite song is for you
    [something]
    [something] baby for its mother’s breast

    And I love you it’s true and you know that they all do too
    and they gamble for you when they put it all on red
    when they put it all on red
    It’s all for you
    when they put it all on red

    Short cuts to true love

    Country lovers
    blood suckers
    City slickers
    Bad lovers
    and [something]

    Black candy and the bad blood
    pretty women in a flashflood
    and the seed in his mother’s teeth (?)

    Everything
    like a bullet through the dust
    We’re (?) looking
    for a short cut to true love
    We’re looking
    like a bullet through the dust
    everything like a short cut to true love
    a short cut to true love

    And your eye’s like an atlas
    getting lost on the mattress
    on the hotel down the beach
    six crosses
    dead flowers
    lost wisdom
    small hours
    and the stars are on their sleeve

    Everything like a bullet through the dust
    We’re looking for a short cut to true love
    We’re looking like a bullet through the dust
    Everything for a short cut to true love
    A short cut to true love
    A short cut to true love

  31. Tanner says:

    Has anyone else worked out the back masking from “The Fall of Man”? I’m working on mine, but its so hard to here with the background noise. It sounds like it might be an interview from a soldier or someone effected by war.

    ….
    its been 47 years since …….
    and thousands of people…..
    16 years in …… silent affair
    …..
    Then again no one saw me
    ….
    My mother was a………(could be arrested)
    …..
    …..
    I bite my tongue the taste of blood
    …..

    the rest is to hard to make out

  32. Tanner says:

    Also I’ve uploaded the backmasked portion of ‘The Fall of Man’ to soundcloud if you guys want to check it out.

  33. Tessa Kelly says:

    I’ve spent a long time examining others’ interpretations of Very Many and listening closely to each verse of the song (pausing and replaying; it’s quite tedious work since he’s so hard to understand, haha), and I’ve come up with my own version which I believe to be the most accurate out of all the ones that I’ve seen so far, although I’m not quite sure on some parts. Well, here goes:

    Seldom never came on soon enough
    Dad never made dinner by five
    And I’d be staying there first on broad waste,
    Growing hungry on the hard way, crying

    I feel a tension every morning now,
    But that was the first time

    Joseph turned a bad house brother
    Drowning like a hymn in old jot
    My tiki man above grew his heart out
    I got smothered with the rains outside

    I share a hazy moment every night and day, and that was the first time

    Ooh, these thoughts, they just come back to my head

    Ooh, I can’t remember them then, ooh through the waters of my mind

    And I do make songs, well, I make songs of them

    I think it’s important that the lyrics make sense as well as sound correct, so let explain them:

    The first verse, from what I can gather, is essentially about his childhood, how his dad never made dinner for him and he often cried because he was going hungry. He might “share a tension every morning now” because when he was a child he would wake up hungry, in pain and upset, and now whenever he wakes up, for a split second he feels that same sort of “tension” before realizing that he is no longer living that life.

    “Joseph turned a bad house brother”:
    Joseph, perhaps, is a roommate that became bad somehow? “House brother” to me could mean roommate or something like that. “Drowning like a hymn in old jot”: I like this one a lot. To me it’s like, an ancient or old text (“old jot”), which has become faded or muddled over the years, or maybe it was written in a language no one now can translate. So, if Joseph is “drowning like a hymn in old jot,” he has perhaps become distant or lost; maybe he’s sort of gone crazy and no one can understand him (could it be possible that Joseph was a roommate who began doing hard drugs or drinking excessively?)

    “My tiki man above grew his heart out”:
    I would assume “tiki man” basically means God. To say that God “grew his heart out” (it could be “threw his heart out;” that makes more sense but it doesn’t sound as much like it) could maybe mean that somehow God lost his compassion for the singer, and showed no sympathy for him during times of trouble.
    “I got smothered with the rains outside”: perhaps, he was battered by the hardships he was struggling with?

    “I share a hazy moment every night and day, and that was the first time”: a hazy moment, a lost memory? Every night and day he suffers some sort memory loss, maybe? (Perhaps he did drugs with Joseph that caused similar lapses in memory. Or, maybe “hazy moment” means, I don’t know, presently smoking or doing drugs or drinking or whatever).

    “Ooh, these thoughts, they just come back to my head. Ooh, I can’t remember them then, ooh through the waters of my mind. And I do make songs, well, I make songs of them”: maybe he’s referring again to the lost memories, the ones he can’t remember in the waters of his mind. I think here he’s basically saying that he writes songs about the hardships that he’s faced throughout his life, and overall, it sounds like that’s what this song as a whole is about, too.

    I’m not claiming this is more accurate than anything else. I could be completely wrong. But it sounds pretty good to me, and the fact that I could make sense of the lyrics I transcribed adds a lot of credibility to their potential of being accurate. Sorry this is so long, haha. I get really into deciphering songs.

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