The Angels of Light

New Mother

NEW MOTHER

All songs by Michael Gira (ASCAP) .
Produced by Michael Gira

Sonica Mercury Fringecore

(P) 1999 Fringecore / Young God records. (C) 1999 Sonica .

 

 

  1. Fragment
  2. Praise Your Name
  3. New Mother
  4. Angels Of Light
  5. Inner Female
  6. This Is Mine
  7. Shame
  8. Intermission
  9. The Man With The Silver Tongue
10. Real Person
11. Forever Yours
12. How We End
13. The Garden Hides The Jewel
14. Not Alone
15. Song For My Father
16. His Entropic Highness
17. Fear Of Death




Praise Your Name
(Michael Gira)

Where are you wounded girls, with bruised faces and blackened eyes?
Break open your glass doors,
welcome the whirling debris - curve your name there in the marble and concrete Ö
Kill idiot violence, punish greed, punish me.
Run naked through the streets stabbing bloody eyes and scream.
I pray for you murderous, I pray for you well-honed and clean.
I pray for you any way your violent nature needs you to be Ö
And I, I praise your name, I praise your name.
I praise the taste of the world on my tongue, and I praise your righteous, rising hate.
I praise your soft lips, and I praise your revenge.
I praise your tenderness and your skin, and I praise your pure, uncorruptable pain Ö
I praise your name, I praise your name, I praise your name, I praise your name Ö
I like you like that, lying there on your site.
I praise the scars on your body, and I praise your black mirrored eyes Ö
I praise your name, I praise your name, I praise your name, I praise your name Ö
You're glorious! Ö So rise above the garbage. Leave me where I fall.
Rise above the wreckage. Kill anything that walks.


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New Mother
(Michael Gira)

Remove my hand from your poket.
Pluck my eye from your socket.
I am your secret sharer, bleeding beneath your covers.
Show me the texture of your pregnant tongue.
Prepare my mind with abortion.
Cut me a delicate soft red place.
I am your new mother, beginning.
Why am I so cruel? Why am I so cruel? Why I am so cruel? Ö
My body is a contorted accretion.
Tour body is my only possession.
I am the stranger in your stomach, calling out your name uderwater.
Felld me with rose-scented honey-milk.
Configure my mind with ypur voice of silk.
I bring you the gift malignant: I am your new mother, beginning.
Why am I so cruel? Why do I love you? Why are you so beautiful?
Because, you are cruel.


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Angels Of Light
(Michael Gira)

And you're lazy, so there's nothing that can stop you now, from sleeping.
And you're breathing in a silence that will drug you so completely,
that you're drowning in a liquid that is growing with strange substance,
and your mind will show you pictures of your body without feeling.
Then you're rising to the surface of an awareness tht's unconscious,
and you're dreaming of real violence wiht no consequence, with no meaning Ö
You're not free now, but unfolding, and ypu're beautiful in the light Ö
You're not free now, you're not innocent, but yu're trasparent, and you're right Ö


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Inner Female
(Michael Gira)

I'm very sorry to see through your eyes.
In you I've learned to bleed, but never satisfy.
My interior moves in relation to your probe,
but my deep, deep, deeply destructive inner female now glows Ö
The ushing veins, the yellow bones, the muffled heartbeat, the purple, swollen walls.
The oval mirror, the silver rails, the bruising skin, the strangled male.
Now sing for me, oh sing for me.
Please sing for me. Please sing for m. Through you I sing. Female.


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This Is Mine
(Michael Gira)

Now I, I despise the reflection of my face in your blue eyes.
But I accept the evil that has grown deep beneath my drunken mind.
You know who I am, but I never will confess.
I grow rightous when others condemn me for just doing what I simply do best Ö
And I, I once knew the feel and the curve of a prefect breast.
We oncce tasted why Jesus suffered, and he died, just for us.
Now somewhere is a room, where I will waste my time,
drinking from the bottle that contains the secret pleasure that is mine Ö
This is mne, this is mine, this is mine, only mine Ö


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Shame
(Michael Gira)

Mother, i'm sorry for the disease I disease I inject in ou, into your belly, so soft and safe,
and clean beneath your plastic skin.
Yes I am evil, so I intuitively know, where the surface can be broken through,
far beneath the black lake, where the water is thick and sweet and i am drunken through. Yeah I'm sorry for
the pain, but i need to know where I begin.
Yeah I'm sorry for the guilt and shame, but they feel me, and thy define me Ö
Shame, shame, shame, shame - I am evil, and unrepentant, just like my father before me ...


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The Man With The Silver Tongue
(Michael Gira)

The man with the silver tongue is cutting off my silver tongue.
He covers me in soft white clay, I kiss his skin with razor blades.
I paint his face with cadmium, he feeds my blood with lithium.
God made our world just yesterday, our silver tongue inscribes his face.
The deep red sea is falling back, he sows my wound to feed his lack.
On crosses painted red and gold, his skin is stretched and futures told.
My Jesus of the rotting meat: I cut your throat and lick your feet Ö
Our freedom's like the slaughtered pig: He screams for love, we murder it.
Te spoon of honey on my tongue - I drained it from where his body hung.
Shinning white and red and silver love, the Man With The Silver Tongue.
My Jesus of the rotting meat: I cut your tongue and drink your heat Ö
Singing la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Singing la Ö


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Real Person
(Michael Gira)

Yes I, I'm addicted to guilt.
And I will destroy your life - if you'll let me .
Desire is impermanent - created by manipulation.
And I saw a photograph of your white skin - decomposing.
And I tasted your tattooed tongue, on which was writted these words:
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, a real person Ö
You gave me a reason for lust. And i will find a way to access your secrets.
No surface can deter my evil and pure innocent desire.
Last night i walked upon a black lake reflecting city lights,
which when arefully real described my true inner feelings:
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not a real person.
Yes I, I'm addicted to guilt.


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Forever Yours
(Michael Gira)

Rise from the river, rise up in your grave.
Rise up in ypur prison cell, rise up inside of your rage.
Release your hatred, and release your grief - give them to me Ö
Hide your face from the camera, hide your skin beneath my touch.
Close the door to your bedroom, close the eyes I love to watch.
Show us the reason revenge is the key - then take it on me Ö
Now the yellow light's still burning deep beneath ypur warm red sea.
Still silent in the soft black room, your naked body kneels.
So hold me beneath a river that is flooded with your pain - then drown me Ö
And I am just your servant, that wallows in your muck.
No God will not replenish the life of joy I took.
And I am the handsome angel, and I hook you with my lure - there is no cure Ö
So So rise up for the slaughter, rise up from your muddy lake.
Rise up with ypur arms stretched out, and hold me while I deg.
My mouth it tastes like sugar 'cause you live on in my slull - now let me go.
And i will be forever yours Ö


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How We End
(Michael Gira)

As the black snake crawls trough your eye-holes,
as the cold wind screams in your glass soul,
as my red hands squeeze out your rotting death-breath,
you will cu and pry the last writhing cry from my useless body.
You will pull and ply, the last sweet hidding sinh from my mouth-hole.
I can never go, but I refuse to stay, because I love you.


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The Garden Hides The Jewel
(Michael Gira)

The garden hides the jewel beneath the dirt and rotting leaves.
Ypur skin shines white as pearl against your blackened bed of soil.
And I am the saint that falls upon your dreaming lifeless from.
Pink dolphin lips accept the shape and shine with liquid innocence.
Your lantern raised, it shows the shows the way to turquoise sky and golden trees.
The garden hides the jewel inside the body of the bleeding girl Ö
The saint will place the pearl.
The garden hides the jewel Ö


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Not Alone
(Michael Gira)

In separate sections, the bodies fall.
The leaves are purple, the grass is red. I love your music.
I love your style.
The light inside you leaks through your eyes Ö
The golden liquid that washed your face, contain my secrets and bitter taste.
I love your music.
I love ypur throat.
The light inside me feeds like a golden rope Ö
And I alone, see through your eyes.
And I alone, will never die.
And I alone, can taste your hand.
And I alone, am sanctified.
And I alone, can smell your hair.
And I alone, feed you the air.
And I alone, can steal steal your breath.
And I alone, prevent your death Ö
And I alone, am not alone.
And I alone, am not alone Ö


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Song For My Father
(Michael Gira)

When the warm wind blows through the corridors and tiled walls,
there you arem the mad guardian of your empty room.
Your memories were tortured by the scent of ocean through the halls - and where was I, the one that you loved best ? Ö
Now show me how to hold the knife that cuts the page,
to crucify my weakness and the guilt I use for faking strength.
Now I remember, I crawled naked across the broken stage,
and there was I, the child that brought us shame Ö
So walk across the blood red ocean,
and stand above the broken glass and concrete towers.
In here I sleep, stoned guardian of my empty dream.
Now I've become the cild that neither of us knew Ö
Thank God you never saw the things that I have done!
Thank God you never knew the person I've become!


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His Entropic Highness
(Michael Gira)

The drunken man is a stupid, self-deluded fallacy.
Now fucked by three dogs: Bitter loss, arrogance, and jealousy.
With brittle claws, we scrathed familiar walls for our dusty food.
But you nurtured me, and I kissed your broken fingers and their calloused grooves.
Now i am rising up into the melting yellow-red sun.
My body is color bleeding, returning to the place where all colors will burn.
I need to be burned, burned by ypur delicate hand.
Beneath your white trasparent skin, I need to be there with you now.
I need to be there with you now, I need to breathe you in Ö
Beneath your clear forgiving gaze, to finalize the pain.
Though I could never compensate, for the wounds that I have made,
for the violence I create, for the trust that I betrayed - I need to be there with you now Ö


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Fear of Death
(Michael Gira)

Unravel the noose from my neck.
Feed your chilren the evil I've left.
Yes i am now rising up from, your shiny red pool of human plastic, pollution, and scum Ö
Now she is a genius to me.
She feeds where my pink heart once beat.
But I am the revenant black saint, sitting white clouds of love in your face,
then carving my name in the wall, crawling naked and bloody down the shag carpet hall,
then exhaling my breath in a thick purple plume,
then kissing your feet like sone beautiful meat left to rot in my bedroom.
Screaming please, please, please love me now. Love me now Ö

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