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Morality

by Jordan Thompson

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1.
The Stream 04:24
I haven't even thought of you that much I don't think you ever felt the music Well I did Lying mute Sinking in To have it pouring through my veins, I, the stream It, the rain Now a river in its place I haven't heard from you at all But I know exactly what you're doing I'm sure You're lying nude Sinking in To have him pouring through your veins, You, the stream He, the rain Another lover in my place I haven't heard the final call I don't know exactly when it's coming I sit Sighing out Breathing in Without a story to my name Hide the dream that never came I'm burning out I'm giving in To vicious doubt and once again I, the stream, am to drain As will all others just the same
2.
O misleading compass My dear chaperone Exhausted directions You have given to go I can't trust your hand, Though continue to hold you My guide, I will always oppose what you show. My blue mental wound Of unsavoury dreams Each ointment you nullify Each stitch you unseam Your parasite thrives On a mild self esteem And I hope that I host Not leech off of thee If all else fails I'll come to you when age comes to me When all is well I'll return to your company There to live There to be, Tethered to you Never again to release. O garden of myrtle Asleep in the shadow Of cloud, and if not then of tall glazen tower The wind sings your hymn The scent from your limbs And the birds never loved you Or loved anything. If all else fails I'll come to you when age comes to me When all is well I'll return to your company There to live There to be, Tethered to you Never again to release
3.
One night, One night, Bad dreams I found A tale within my sleep But failed this tail to grasp my limbs And away did stray from me So dim the light of morning time And dim my eyes to see What since has left I must invent And the rest, attempt to retrieve A golden ring I saw, in sand No hand to pull it out The morbid sea let tide roll in The ring within its mouth The mouth, then, of a newborn babe Became the raging sea But cry did not, this child aloud No voice could he release Now grown, this baby, to a man Could sing no notes of grief Nor happiness, with voice repressed His eyes were left to speak From man to wife and wife to child A ring a golden wreath A loces lament upon his hand Its curse was his to keep One windy night, as often he had watched upon the dunes, The silent dialogue between the muted and the moon And twisting off the ring he found the skin now bruised beneath, The heavy band he threw into the darkness of the dream As I could feel the waking world invade my head I heard A frightened sound, a cry as loud as any newborn's first
4.
The Sea 03:18
The sea curls up her tongue And licks at the wind, But she can't get enough And the moon, obsessed with her song He pulls at her hair And hates her for love And rhythms of light in the dark Cut like a blade through the fog and the rain The mistress pacific she coes To her children of wood, and of iron, and cloth The drift with each zephyrus kiss And yield to the waves They will break if they must And rhythms of light in the dark Cut like a blade through the fog and the rain The seabirds aflight in the dark They call to the waves through the fog and the rain
5.
We sleep alone, Be careful what you say The hour has run We two marched to the gates and called for a song So we payed and Philotes played us on Iron gates unchained as the rite begun, We entered in as the hooks ripped the surface off I've always been your soldier, I know you've always wanted one Suffer my injustice and cowardice as if comes We two marched to the gates We two marched to the gates We sleep alone, Be careful what you say The hour has run
6.
Leeches 02:46
Suck the light form the end of the day Trickle like honey from the edge of a blade I can't remember what I wanted to say when I called you If my tongue is a knife Then my heart keeps it sharp and fine If my sorrow is dead Then my sleep gives it lease to live again Destroyed and lonely but I guess I'm ok A little ugly and a little depraved I'll dream of anything except for your face I'll dissolve you If my tongue is a knife Then my heart keeps it sharp and fine If my sorrow is dead Then my sleep gives it lease to live again
7.
I nearly lost my mind It was easier for me To think that you probably had no reason So you just do what you've got to do Maybe I'm not that kind I wish you well I don't care for you No more I wish you well Yes, yes you wanted me I loved you patiently Yes, we were only young Hard times they were for my heart I don't know if you are gone for good

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released October 28, 2012

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Jordan Thompson Melbourne, Australia

Jordan Thompson is an Australian song writer living in Melbourne. Formerly going under the name 'Van Morrissey'.

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