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Directors of Photography (Dilated Peoples) · Coil (Toad the Wet Sprocket) · This Mortal Coil (Celestial O'Euvre) · Directors of Photography (Action Bronson) · Directors of Photography (Dilated Peoples) · Octopus + The Photography of Mick Rock (Adele) · Directors of Photography (Dilated Peoples) · Manifesto of Lacuna Coil (Lacuna Coil) · Memories of New York: Thru Jazz & Photography (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The EPs: Lacuna Coil/Halflife (Lacuna Coil) – and 90 other albums »


desire, forgotten itself
Behind progression, breath my death through the air
Aroused by carcass, I found it there

[Chorus]

Hollow laughter, childhood
jumped the tracks
He's thinking of a way to have sound play back
With a spool and a wire and aluminum foil
He's wrapping the sound like string on a coil
the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single
By the shattered coils of another's arms
And swept inside like the rains that weep
That fell away when your girlish charms
Cried out to take
Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs

The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within.
find you in amazin 

beams I'm supreme my mindstate is like a dream  stargazer 

Scarred from the radar  beyond Gods and bombs and airwaves
I lie awake wondering who I am
My dreams don't seem to make any sense
Imagination running wild - it can't satisfy my need

Oceans taunt me, I'm
Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens
Another coils there
Where twice you sliced all hope from me
And left these present scars
dead beneath the fabric of dreams. Facing the truth within the mirror of souls - 
ha ha this is what I've become. Always been in this emancipated state.
tow 
This night shall birth forth our reckoning 
Hell's jaws, now open wide 

A stare to pierce six feet of soil 
A love beyond this mortal coil
up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more
If I don't pick up, pick up
The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil

Call me when you try to wake
pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more.
If I don't pick up, pick up... The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil

Call me when you
You ain't got no
Evidence, evidence, evidence, evidence

The flow's connected like I knew people
Director of photography, I shoot people
Named by
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
of stale reunion bread 
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats. 
Never did want an American short-hais 'cause they've got bones to pick. 

All
move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
on a quest to find his lost son, Nemo?
Oh, and by the way, poetic talent is really easy to fake when thy sentences doth no fucking sense make

"To be,
it's scarred
Press through the storm
Find who we are, with true desire
For no human being
Quest for your dreams
By any means, endure the fire

PURE
Test
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
Fools quote in coils
So now they're strong on a power that's god
Lay in hardly any other can fathom
Watch me gather 'em up
In my congregation they'll
move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,