i finally found the book to the Cave In CD "Until Your Heart Stops" after I lost it two years ago. Steve Brodsky write some of the greatest lyrics I have ever read, and is a MAJOR influence (and i think it shows) in my writing style. I just wanted to share my favorite track from the album.
Until Your Heart Stops
A parasite that lost its appetite
With what he calls his own being you to clean for.
Walk with a weapon and fight just to see
What draws the line between the now and yesterday.
Scenes from the past being premonitions all to real.
We dwell like antique painting older every day,
Until a theif steals you from the wall
In the shadows of creative eclipses.
I've noticed your handwriting improve over the years,
Though sometimes I still smell shit in the ink.
I can't clean this stain of a little boy
And sadly I am trapped in here for good.
Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces
A hundred-thousand times more.
For every sundown that crutches the awake,
Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoning
Our bodies back to bed.
Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows.
And we dwell like antique paintings, older every day.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Dave
[email protected]
"like minds supporting like minds." -Collective Intellgence Productions, Ohio
Tactical Design DIV090
[This message has been edited by zero9zero (edited 22 October 2000).]
Until Your Heart Stops
A parasite that lost its appetite
With what he calls his own being you to clean for.
Walk with a weapon and fight just to see
What draws the line between the now and yesterday.
Scenes from the past being premonitions all to real.
We dwell like antique painting older every day,
Until a theif steals you from the wall
In the shadows of creative eclipses.
I've noticed your handwriting improve over the years,
Though sometimes I still smell shit in the ink.
I can't clean this stain of a little boy
And sadly I am trapped in here for good.
Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces
A hundred-thousand times more.
For every sundown that crutches the awake,
Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoning
Our bodies back to bed.
Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows.
And we dwell like antique paintings, older every day.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Dave
[email protected]
"like minds supporting like minds." -Collective Intellgence Productions, Ohio
Tactical Design DIV090
[This message has been edited by zero9zero (edited 22 October 2000).]
