acoustic
folk
experimental
gothic
tom waits
gwar
kurt cobain
voltaire
dave brockie
Lyrics
Antique Heart.
(V-I)
Ive an antique heart -- Wrapped up in cheese cloth --
The materials been gnawed at by moths
And its up in the attic, just there
Adjacent the dust riddled, cobwebbed rocking chair
I see eyes peering out of the paintings
And I swear at night I hear them talk --
And at night the mannequins walk -- This, I swear
The rocking chairs always rocking, and I believe its not just the air!
(PRE)
There, next to Grannys cane
And olde Granddads moldy tinker trains.
And the box Id once kept a rabbit in, hidden under my bed
Till mother, oh mother, oh mother -- Killed him dead!
(CH)
Antique heart in the attic of my old house
Antique heart, hidden under Aunt Zeldas blouse!
Antique heart, the heirloom of heirlooms, indeed
Antique heart, you know -- Faberge cant bleed.
(V-II)
Ive rummaged through boxes of sepia toned photographs
Dead children posed, and men of barber shop quartet moustache!
And women with pitchforks and huge gaudy hats
Which I image were purple if the colors werent flat.
Festive gourds carved up, and onions on strings
Sundries of superstition, Apotropaic things.
Marionettes hang above me, like they were sentenced to death
I search for my antiquated heart with bated breath.