Words

I don't like words. I'm never good with them. They always seem to tangle up on my head, only to worsen as they try and come off the tongue. It feels similar in the context of writing for this band. The connection between my brain and my hand, to the pen and the paper feels like a journey all of its own, not in the epic sense either. It just strains me in many ways.

It's because of this I have felt almost ashamed of having typed up lyrics of my songs. They are jagged, rough melodies that don't translate well on paper, making the words seem even more ridiculous when they are only read, not heard. Still, I have been asked by a few and on more than one occasion to put some up. Who am I to deny?

47°

Glisten,

The sweat on your thigh

It brings me back

Primal,

This heat can't keep me away

A leg parts,

Off to the side

It forces me

Reach out.

This heat

Reels me in.

It reels, me in.

Calloused onto, smooth

Bumps on the thigh

A whimpered call

A deep let sigh

Picked up, thrown down

Saw raw, so real (*sup Buckley?)

French lace, the finest of shackles

Tie me up and keep me here

We lose all of ourselves

We sweat pure instinct

Lucid

Nothing underarm**

*Not actual lyrics

**Recently adapted, so much so Fitzy doesn't know yet.

Hunting The Great White

There's nothing more in sight

There's nothing more I can see

Even the dreams I had when I

Knew not of this beast

There's nothing more in sight

There's nothing more I can see

Only the fire in your eyes

And my future drowned at sea

I have navigated this sinking ship

Across the globe

For the fourth time now

Each time around, I've battled you

Sometimes, being, victorious

But this time, I've waited

And prepared myself

Going to encounter you

One last time.

Baiting you

With precious words

And feelings of security

Wearing you down

Drawing me

In closer

It lends itself

To launching the

Harpoons

It sticks in your neck

Masked as a passionate kiss

Throw across the net

Disguising itself as a warm embrace

Covering your whole, body

Squeezing out the life through your chest

But then it pulls away

Flailing violently

Across the ocean

Ripping me clean off my ship

Seeing it sink behind me

Holding on for dear life

As it pulls me into the deep

I'll throw a couple more songs up soon.

- J