Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
The long knife of the sun rising
Up the horizon and into our tired eyes
The spell of night is struck down
Our second sight is bleeding out
Anna, can I come and walk you home?
I'm not gonna wanna be alone
Beaten up when the sunlight comes
Bullied and cut by the clock on the wall
Take the morning and the chlorinous light
You can have the afternoon, bury the evening too
Give me the gathering calm of the night
When the day is done the rest is coming on
Under the pitch and the pull of the moon
Sweet silver medicine swim in my temples and
Bring in the shadows to cover our flaws
When the pain is gone, and the rest is coming on
Coming on
Coming on
You belong out of that uniform
Out in the streets when everyone else is asleep
See the way the body sways
In empty air when there's nobody there
And you don't even care if there is
Anna can I be to you like that?
Cover your shame with a shield of black
Cover your body with my trembling hands
Have you dancing while I hold them back
Hold back the morning and her chlorinous light
Have at the afternoon, bury the evening too
Let's have the gathering calm of the night
When the day is done and the rest is coming on
Under the pitch and the pull of the moon
Sweet silver medicine swim in my temples and
Bring in the shadows to cover our wounds
When the pain is gone and the rest is coming on
Coming on
On and on
On
On and on
Coming on
Coming on
Up the horizon and into our tired eyes
The spell of night is struck down
Our second sight is bleeding out
Anna, can I come and walk you home?
I'm not gonna wanna be alone
Beaten up when the sunlight comes
Bullied and cut by the clock on the wall
Take the morning and the chlorinous light
You can have the afternoon, bury the evening too
Give me the gathering calm of the night
When the day is done the rest is coming on
Under the pitch and the pull of the moon
Sweet silver medicine swim in my temples and
Bring in the shadows to cover our flaws
When the pain is gone, and the rest is coming on
Coming on
Coming on
You belong out of that uniform
Out in the streets when everyone else is asleep
See the way the body sways
In empty air when there's nobody there
And you don't even care if there is
Anna can I be to you like that?
Cover your shame with a shield of black
Cover your body with my trembling hands
Have you dancing while I hold them back
Hold back the morning and her chlorinous light
Have at the afternoon, bury the evening too
Let's have the gathering calm of the night
When the day is done and the rest is coming on
Under the pitch and the pull of the moon
Sweet silver medicine swim in my temples and
Bring in the shadows to cover our wounds
When the pain is gone and the rest is coming on
Coming on
On and on
On
On and on
Coming on
Coming on
Lyrics submitted by Konstantine94
Soft Offering (For the Oft Suffering) Lyrics as written by Tim Baker
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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