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Vampires of the West Coast Lyrics
Last evening I fell for a vampire
With brooding black circles
a bleeding young liver
Beautiful body of mortar and bile
With lovely grey eyelids that long to retire
Dreams of an old room
with white plaster windows
and ghosts that would come as they go
But patience is daunting and after a while
His nerves start to tingle his body perspires
and reaches for old wounds
he threw to the water
with letters to mermaids and small sunken liners
now dressed all in algae so green and so lovely
With mothers in nightgowns asleep in their quarters.
If I were beautiful
supple and touchable
Would you linger to suckle and lie in my bathwater?
Stay, stay, stay
Pogroms they are prancing like pirates to pillage
Stay, stay, stay
Pogroms they are vampires bleeding my village
Till everything's cotton and dry and the valley's like snow
He sings like a matchstick with wolves
by the fire
and old prairie cradles that creak like a choir
hot coals upon old wounds
he curses his father
writing songs for his
funeral pyre
With brooding black circles
a bleeding young liver
Beautiful body of mortar and bile
With lovely grey eyelids that long to retire
with white plaster windows
and ghosts that would come as they go
His nerves start to tingle his body perspires
and reaches for old wounds
he threw to the water
with letters to mermaids and small sunken liners
now dressed all in algae so green and so lovely
With mothers in nightgowns asleep in their quarters.
supple and touchable
Would you linger to suckle and lie in my bathwater?
Pogroms they are prancing like pirates to pillage
Stay, stay, stay
Pogroms they are vampires bleeding my village
He sings like a matchstick with wolves
by the fire
and old prairie cradles that creak like a choir
hot coals upon old wounds
he curses his father
writing songs for his
funeral pyre
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This is a beautiful song, the images conjured by the lyrical gems in this song are astounding, it's basically as good as any poem. Wonderful.
God, I love this song. ;A;
Just a couple of things: the line is "he reaches for bottles he threw to the water;" not "he reaches for old wounds." Also, it's just "Old prairie cradles that creak like a choir," not "And old prairie cradles..."
...Yeah. You get it. 8)
I went by the booklet that came with the CD. You're wrong.
I went by the booklet that came with the CD. You're wrong.
The mention of pogroms connects this song to "Tasseomancey". Specifically the young boy who died in a pogrom, his cradle was tipped over and he was burned... perhaps he is now the vampire.
It would make sense considering how he now curses his father, who in the song went to war for the Czar... causes of pogroms were quite arbitrary and maybe his father did something in the army that brought a pogrom upon their village. Or in the same vein he could be cursing his father for being Jewish, cursing his lineage in general.
Also, yes it is "bottles he threw to the water"
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"if I were beautiful supple and touchable" not subtle
The lyrics in the booklet actually say "sutle," but that's a misspelling of subtle.
The lyrics in the booklet actually say "sutle," but that's a misspelling of subtle.