MAKE WEEP - THE COMPLETE LYRICS

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Intro

Wet Jesus

The Hammock

Muttering Adult

The Birthday Party

Public Speaking

New York

My Name

Emma Have must

Like Kisses

To Speak

The Fire

Hospital Baby

Go On

WET JESUS

Wet jesus

Do the talking;

Never change,

Expecting them to do the same .

Cut creases,

In the middle of the room

Silly arms,

Never rising to the mood.

Just a cuddle and a hug

Or a kiss upon the rug,

Something more,

You can teach me to adore

Reacquaint with love

This couch,

This twist this fool,

Like a spring

Like some jelly on the dancefloor

Keeping me occupied

Tingle to the tip with listless

Cleaning compulsively for pristine

Hamfisted existence

Driven by worry of a kind

I’m terrified

And I don’t even understand why

Behind plastic,

Under mattress,

A lit match and

A scared actress,

I keep trying

I half ass it

Mould, shift, change

I’m gymnastic.

Bored angel,

At an angle to the moon

To forget;

Dance away The afternoon

There’s a sorrow in the touch

There’s a love within the blush

There’s a truth

In the burden of the move

Reacquaint with love

This noun

This list this rule

Like a sponge

Like some relic on the dashboard

Teaching me how to die

Circling the same drain every single day

I see your sadness

And don’t know what to do

Because

I feel it too,

And see myself in you.

A dancer in the mud.

THE HAMMOCK

The violence of the hammock

I saw the truth in you, the truth is you could always do it.

The sight that caused the panic

The sickness creeping through the reason you was always manic

Science fiction planet

It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it

Why

Are they so full of granite?

Risking the will to wake on other snakes and gutter spit its…

Throwing dirt at the pain

To melt like buttercream a stream of screaming in the sandpit

Throwing dirt at the pain

Right before dinner time the inner line of dialogue quits

Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you…

The shyness of the dancer

Will I be here for long? The sound is off it’s been a minute.

The brightness of the answer

The rich and heavy speech like hammer cheek I’m smack within it

Science fiction planet

It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it

Whine,

Just like the whine of a dog, I keep repeat my story

I get specific and deep

I’m like a bruised beast,

I’m like a dinner feast

I’m like a piece of meat

All chewed up fromt he grief

Throwing dirt at the pain,

The memories eating me up again.

Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you…

You, so missed.

MUTTERING ADULT

Half of the havoc happens

When you’re halfway happy

Panic

cheek to cheek

Week to week

Sleep to sleep

Repeat repeat

NO WAY OUT !

Don’t step on

This is a lesson

Press on depression

This is on me

Some things can be beautiful

Muttering adult

I got Fatigue

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

Spring mattress,

On the list of things to buy,

Used matches,

To my left, to my right,

Four going on five

Beneath the window

Oh surprise a guest arrives

An unexpected set of eyes

You should come in, and did you drive?

We haven’t seen you in a while,

So now seemed like the best time….

Carry me, while you care for me…

Try to laugh

These sweet wounds…

Carol’s gonna be late

And the cake has sunk from all that jumping

Meredith is miserable

And george has had too much of everything

Mishandled,

In the time it takes to dine,

Lit candles,

Four going on five…

Family fire

Candice has kidnapped the camera

Patrick is crying in the corner

The towels were left unfolder

Oh no

You laugh.

You laugh adjacent to tragedy, full of buttercream and fudge

I know it’s hard to make an apology, plastic covering your lunch.

PUBLIC SPEAKING

Talk soft

Cause my head's light

From saying the wrong things

At the right times

Get lost

In the highlights

I’m seeing the right things

In the wrong light

Pretty and parched last week

Working on rehearsed speech

Getting all comfortable with ungovernable set

Of organic techniques

Pushing me forward

Like I were a public speaking

Power seeking

Man

Get out, while you can.

Steep climb

In the meanwhile

I’m looking back twice

For a half smile

More fool

With a flashlight

Rolling a third dice

With a full pile

Spread like dour sheet

All of this “so to speak”

Letting commitment be shipped with a clause

For the cause of remaining discreet

Pushing me forward

Like I were a public speaking

Power seeking

Man

NEW YORK

If there’s a thread Ima,

Pull on it like a child.

I mean to ask of you,

Could you be here a while?

Are you with me?

Do you see me?

If there’s a thread Ima,

Pull on it like a child.

I need to ask of you,

Will you be here a while?

Are you with me?

Do you see me,

Properly?

You are on the back of every pack I’ve ever seen

You are the cleansing product of my dreams

Sleep, or so it seems

Perchance to dream.

MY NAME

You look like

Lighting when

You catch my eye on tender evening

Oh I’ve wanted to always be like

Leather on a suitcase fading

Down with every year and

Change of name.

Oh I’ve always seen a beauty in this aging

Rearranging somewhat different somehow still the same

I don’t want to be the agent for your love

My god, my rage

Acting the way that is linked to my name

My heart, my face

Treat me the same as if nothing has changed

We laugh like

Children and

It sounds like crowds of people clapping

Oh I struggle through always choosing

Shadows Soothing somehow proving

Me magnificent brilliant and restrained

I just wanna to be the agent for some

I just wanna be the agent for some love

I don’t want this pain to cause me heartache anymore

I just want to be the agent for some love.

EMMA HAVE MUST

Emma,

Have you

Anywhere to go but up?

Symptom of a cause because,

Larrikin I’m laughing.

Take the time to make it last

A long time.

Best advice I ever grasped,

In a while

Annie,

Have you

Kept your mother on her toes

Victim of a cause because

Mannequin what happened?

Birthday candles on the grass

The firelight

Kept the fly inside the glass

Like a child

Set me on fire,

I’ve been feeling weakly

Lost the habit scrap and cut

I never had what you’d call

A family

I think of you often

And regret my absence

But i'm too cowardly

To be present.

Only way to go was away,

Compelled and afraid.

Sat beneath a sunny Wall

And dreaming

Violent, listless,

Only way to go is was a,

Way I pray you have the strength

to Make it on without

Out the anchor of my days

The harsh light

Weighing down upon the waves

Of a life

A dust cloud

The leaving

The letting go

This evening

I don’t know

Do I

Should I

I don’t know…

Should I

Well I

Do not know…

Take your time to make it last…

LIKE KISSES

Fool make the most without moving of choosing

To rest on the wind like, kisses

What of you then when the wind doesn’t bend to the whim or the will of

Wishes?

Lazy to make the heart the head the ache

It’s all beneath

Chest gonna break

The grief the heave belief

Is all I need

Shower the boy with

Kisses

Shower the boy with

Kisses

TO SPEAK

Cross those arms lord

Shuffle them feet forward

Don’t be shy,

Show em why.

The sickness is incredible

I’m all caught up

Why does it have to be

So incredibly hard to speak

Freely?

You say I’m missed,

What is it? what is the essence of this kid who is missed?

I resist

This insistence

To be what

I was

Or who you intended

Im ripe for the cause

And expect you respect it

I’m here, I’m complete

Even if you reject it

I’m all cut up

But the cut was expected

To breathe,

Is enough

I’m sick I’m sick I’m crying

I’m sick of crying.

THE FIRE

Uh huh,

Yeah,

I’m here

I Didn’t get far this year

Uh huh

yeah

I’m clear

I filled up my hands

To here.

The force

The pull

The standing still

To hunch

To swim

The laugh

Is in

Sick to stomach

Full of rubbish

Need some nourishment I

Seek some courage

For to flourish

Need encouragement

Cry

Like a baby

You Cry

Like a baby

We cry

Like a baby

In time

The feel of pushing,

Pressing down

The pressed impression

Making out

The past and present

Pulse of now

The sight of prayer

That’s Going round

The scent of a lost and losing team

Electric and receiving

The sound of kicking the ground,

Again…

Compelled enough to write

Knowing you would inspect it

Admire your attire

And the will you present with

Every time we dance

Oh lady

Come find me

In the parts that I play

Whistelint on the way

To some dumb

Melody

I’m friend

I’m the son

I’m the father today

Though I may not

Tear Gently

Thought I may not

show my whole self as okay

And through a whole lot

Speak plenty

And through the whole lot

I’m well aware I complain

And I know

It’s part and parcel with the rain

I’m well aware of the sound

Whispering on the way

Whistling on the way

In the grass

In the ground

In the palm

In the sound

In the speech

In the sight

In the day

In the night

The story of a fire

And the one who protects it

HOSPITAL BABY

Some weeks are months

Some days are years

Still call you baby

All the same

Some steps are jumps

Some prayers are tears

Still walking daily

Despite the rain

This pill to wake

This pill to dream

I miss your face

In between the sheets

For heavens sake,

You never came

You’re looking great here despite the frame;

As if you haven’t changed

In simply being your whole damn self

You do that talking, I knew so well,

And I’m make sure

It goes in

The right ears.

And If I’m not making sense

I blame the medicines,

A hospital and a bed.

I get Repetitive

A verbal cue

Physically moved

Curate the days for

Consistency

I dress my feet

I sit for lunch

The morning hues in

The coffee dump.

Wish you were here

Wish you were here

Not much to say but

Wish you were here.

As if the message was unclear

Know what you’d tell me too,

You’d rub my back you’d talk me through

You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie,

It’s only a day.

Know what you’d tell me too,

You’d rub my back you’d talk me through

You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie,

It’s only a day.

Just get through the day.

My crumpled hand,

A simple plan,

Still stretching daily

Despite the pain

To hear your name is still a strain

In simply being your whole damn self

You do that talking you do so well,

I keep repeating my whole damn self

I miss that talking I knew so well

And I’m never sure

I’m quoting the right years

The way your hands would have shrunk like mine

How your eyes would have greyed over

Eleven in the morning, Again.

GO ON

Don’t turn your head

I’ve got faith in you

Cry a little if you need to

Go on

That stain, on the back of your neck

This rain, what did I expect?

I need a break,

But so do you

Dumb cosmic expenses

And we’re overdue

Cry a little if you need to

Go on

What rage

Most days

I’m scared

In all ways

This cage

Don’t turn back yet

I’ve got faith in you

Cry a little if you need to

Go on