Aldous Harding

I will never marry my love
I will die waiting for the bells
Death, come pull me underwater
I have nothing left to fear from hell

I was gifted at the music
I was born the day the year was new
Someone has stolen all the water
I keep the pulls inside an urn

Lord, show me my daughter
Show me her before she burned

We go walking in the hallways
Now and then a record gives a tune
Sometimes we hang from our chambers
Baudelaire in the afternoon

The yellow rose is a stranger
The devil’s invitation in bloom

I stand looking at my chanber
There are many things upon the floow
The blade is ready for the slaughter
The Virgin Mary hangs on the door
I will arrive at death’s border
Take back the cover God has torn from me

I am at the river with baby
Her father enters with a leap
Hold her head above the water
She is pale against the stream

I am the horse beneath his daughter
He is the mountain underneath

He’s a hunter, he’s a good man
Be brave when he brings you nothing home
He’s a hunter and a good man
Be brave when he brings you nothing home

In the garden, you are Adam and Eve
You don’t need me
In the garden, you are Adam and EVe
You don’t need me

I am bleeding in the river
She knows I do not run
I am bleeding in the river
She knows I do not run

He’s a hunter, he’s a good man
Be brave when he brings you nothing home
He’s a hunter and a good man
Be brave when he brings you nothing home

In the river, he has fallen
His blood begins to run
In the river, he has fallen
His blood begins to run

He’s a hunter, he’s a good man
Be brave when brings you nothing home
He’s a hunter and a good man
Be brave when brings you nothing home

I stayed till morning
I hung the cloak on the wall while you were sleeping
You cried, “Will you teach me?
So we can be two bitten hearts sleeping”

The warm night wind never reaches through the curtains
The sun remind you of mother
Oh, sleep at the top of the stairs
And wait to be your lover

So we can be two bitten hearts sleeping
So we can stay two bitten hearts sleeping

I would rathe die than sleep tonight
I would rather die thand ream
But to this bed I’ll bring myself
If that’s what they want

Behind this house there lives a boy
I hear him cry at night
He sits alone and waits for sunrise

Follow me down for wine and tales of bravery
Follow us down for mead and songs of victory

He’s running from the underworld
A moving beast of men
It’s hungry for a fearful heart
But Titus, he’s far away

Follow me down for wine and tales of bravery
Follow us down for med and songs of victory

My king drinks from gold
My king drinks from gold
My heart needs no gold

My king drinks from gold
My king drinks from gold
My heart needs no gold

Who took the bone to the beast?
Who led it back to grace and gave it fire for its feast?
Who took that bone to the beast?
Now it lies breathing peacefully
All hope lies underneath

Why breed a boy for his meat
To teach the child cruel rituals of ruin to repeat?
Why leave a heart in the heat
‘Till the marble bath that held the truth lies broken at your feet?

Bring me a man who is sweet
A quiet son of whom intends to never taste defeat
For I’ve seen a soul drag its feet
And come to rest inside a life with nothing left to eat

I live in a small pale house
A moment’s march from the beach
My day is growing near

And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all

I hear the summer sounds
Silent only we keep on
The dirty in my fingerprint
Left roads winding on your peeling skin

And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all

I live in a small pale house
A moment’s march from the beach
My day is growing near

And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all

My name is Merriweather
I sing just like I see
The song that I’m living grace has given me
The one that I love is here by my side
And I’ll love this man wholly till this world sucks me dry

He watches over the roses that bloom in my soul
And all through the garden, his name does grow
The one that I lost is under the dust
And deeper he’s buried as he learns of our love

My loves drives on till morning
The devil behind
I talk of the colours filling my mind
He’ll take on the demon
Then keep him in chains
And smile as his ashes fly over the plains

My name is Merriweather
I sing just like I see
And all the hurried people ain’t touching me
The one that I love is here by my side
And I’ll love this man wholly till this world sucks me dry
Yes, I’ll love this man wholly till this world sucks me dry

We walk alone now, Edo
The dogs have broken and turned
Feed these words to the wind
So they may one day return

There’s little left for us, Edo
Our minds are open and learned
Never in your days will you find a pair so burned
And we slept with our backs against the weather

As we lay on wet stones
Before the fire’s edge
We swore to never eat from those bleeding hands again
And we sang the words together in the amber

Not a word, little widow
Of the man I was before
For the only friend that’s left is in the night
When I cannot find the silver designed to take your life
And the shadows are too deep to find the light

They do not reach the small bones of courage
‘Stead left to the light by the small bones of courage

There is a train that moves through the valley
Its path is crooked and tied
We’re told we are but travellers upon its hellish ride
But the coal will not burn longer than we will it
Still, he’s robbed of fire by the small bones of courage

Scratch down the lace and bare your naked breast unto the sun
Let the ghosts scream at the lightning in your eyes
Turn all the horses gold and watch them flee toward the life
Where we live the guardians of mercy on the mind
Led through the fire by the small bones of courage
Led through the fire by the small bones of courage

There is little left for us, Edo
Our minds are open and learned
Never in your days will you find a pair so burned
And we slept with our backs against the weather

I would rather die than sleep tonight
I would rather die than dream
But to this bed I’ll bring myself
If that’s what they want

Behind this house there lives a boy
I hear him cry at night
He sits alone and waits for sunrise

Follow me down for wine and tales of bravery
Follow us down for mead and songs of victory

He’s running from the underworld
A moving beast of men
It’s hungry for a fearful heart
But Titus, he’s far away

Follow me down for wine and tales of bravery
Follow us down for mead and songs of victory

My king drinks from gold
My king drinks from gold
My heart needs no gold

My king drinks from gold
My king drinks from gold
My heart needs no gold