City Calls letra

Oh the city calls its wild wastes
its fortressed breeze to help

In the park was Caravaggio's Christ
who fucked the police and put an end to the price of automobile radio heists

And did you want to help did you think you'd help?

But your help was a hurt
A motivational welt
Wounds and their salts

"And the ill milk in your bones
and you whisper to your knees
and your two broken collarbones:
You want to take a photograph then take a photograph of me!"

Swan Lake - Letras

• A Hand at Dusk
• A Venue Called Rubena
• All Fires
• Are You Swimming In Her Pools?
• Battle of a Swan Lake, or, Daniel's Song
• Bluebird
• City Calls
• Hearswarm
• Nubile Days
• Paper Lace
• Peace
• Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914
• Settle On Your Skin
• Shooting Rockets
• Spanish Gold, 2044
• Spider
• The Freedom
• The Partisan But He's Got To Know
• The Pollenated Girls
• Warlock Psychologist
• Widow's Walk