Mickijoy; 2nd album
the rapture
recordings tbd (to be done) This page will be progressively updated.
LYrics
Gremlins tea
Drawing lobsters on each others hands
Writing disasters for the perfect end
waiting to see what they do next
crying for answers as we play pretend
sick of paper, sick of writing things down
just so my mother can discover how much I am a clown
and all the lovers and others and all I am around
I’m sorry lover but I can not stay with you now
I ran into a man, he said he could be my father
and he took me into town and helped me
drink from the water
and he picked out a notebook that was hanging from a red balloon
and he said “don’t worry kid cause I’ve got big plans for you”
And so he sat me next to my neighbour in an empty bright room
and outside was a stranger staring at the stars an the moon
And she pointed at me and mouthed the words I know you want this too
I contemplate, staying safe from the monsters
In my empty bright room
And there’s a Gremlin that lives under the stairs
and she smiles when I try to make friends
Drinks her tea, now the leaves are all stuck in her teeth
She finds it funny, she finds it funny.
ha. ha. ha hahaha. ha. ha. ha hahaha ha ha ha. ha. ha. ha.
Desert horizon
Man, oh man oh man
Man, oh man oh man
man limping on a new leg
with a pain that takes a whole
Man limping on a heartbreak
trynna find a way back home
and man’s arms grow longer
hands scuff the gravel
sun sets and sun hovers
desert horizon takes the cover
Man, oh man. Oh man.
Man limping on a heartbreak
gutted by the shame
Man limping by a mistake
trynna find a ‘no-one’ to blame
And mans arms grow longer
hands touch the gravel
sun sets and sun hovers
desert horizon takes the cover
Man still limping with a flaccid stance, heartbreak!
Parallel to sand.
Man’s head is down, takes no second glance
to the hands, the hands, the hands.
And after sometime of flying behind like on the back of a truck
the hands wake up and look upon the man walking deafly into psychedelic colour, to sand that looks like water. And they take themselves to the ground and say “hey, let’s build a path to mark the time” they say, “And while we’re here, let’s not get carried away”. And after 126 years the hands have built cities and skyscrapers, puzzles and mazes and systems and order. And all the little ants that once lived on the ground have now built tunnels under grounds. no room for dancing in tunnels. no room for dancing in cities. and after some more time the hands grow maniacally bored from all that purpose (?). And blow the whole thing up.
And man’s arms grow longer, hands touch the gravel
sun sets and sun hovers
desert horizon, take cover!
natural to love
how? how? does the garden grow
and the soil know where you’re standing
feet fall into muddy throws
and the forest knows where you’re sleeping
steep, cold like the water folds
and it’s peaceful and wrathful in the same show
and caves hold in the shadows
and they dance in fire
and they dance in fire
AHHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH
And change plays in the weathers grave
and she learnt a new saying in the man’s face
and death is fed by the mushroom bed
it’s the first time we’ve all eaten in days
Hold her face in the light that it was made
acquire the taste of sweet sweet decay
one rule of grace
unfold, unfold
hold her, hold her
she is beautiful
birth her oh birth her, tell her she is beautiful
tell her, please just tell her she is beautiful.
sandstorm
Why does it feel like we’re all gonna die?
Like all the stars are pointing to the end of times.
Oh I see a sandstorm coming.. It’s pulling the sky apart.
and it's separating, destroying, recreating , just completely distorting and warping and …(insert improvised line)…my atoms and calling it art.
Why does it feel like we’ve got nothing to lose?
when you own anything for long, it loses its glue.
Oh I see a sandstorm coming
thinking what will I do
and so I grab the hand of the hand next to mine
say will you come to?
“Will you”
…(insert crowd sings a variety of things we could do in the sandstorm)…
wall to wall
take a little, ask for a lot
force the middle, remind what you got
feel every corner and every sound
know someone by their feet on the ground
trade a plate for something they found out in the day
and share a renowned ‘ah’
Forgive the man for the point that he lost
and your grandmother for the pain that she caused
ask yourself, would you pledge in blood?
or if you’d rather sign the lot in dust
sometimes, I’d rather be alone…in a room of my own.
when the screaming starts from every direction
and you see the sound dancing from wall to wall
and you stand in the centre and you’re asked, which one’s your favourite
the one that’s painted in colour
or the one that’s not touched at all.
regardless, regardless, regardless there’s blood
pouring through the window
regardless, regardless, regardless there’s blood
covering the floor
regardless, regardless, regardless there’s blood
dripping from the ceiling
Regardless there’s blood painting the walls.
take a little, ask for a lot
force the middle, remind what you got
feel every corner and every sound
know someone by their feet on the ground
trade a plate for something they found out in the day
and share a renowned ‘ ‘.