GUTTER BUTTER
Shape of silver fades away,
lifting up the face turns grey.
See the pain I felt inside,
shake the salt inside your thighs.
Who's the ghost,
back and forth?
Turn to toast,
and I'll pave the way in gold.
Felt the dog with missing eyes,
saved the silk and saved the prize.
I could touch that dog some more,
and fucking kill the void i'm sure.
D.B.D.A
Black obelisk, tower over me.
Must I take the risk and climb absurdity?
Destroy your body and die alone.
Caught up in a storm; the cross hairs of the sun.
Taking every form, humanity is shunned.
Destroy your body and die alone.
HAUNTED
Pushed through my burning nest,
a rumble in my mangled chest;
to signify my love, but then
oh my god,
I'm home.
And these sinking cysts implore,
that my bones will hit the floor.
Under our years of bane,
wrapped me up in cellophane.
Waiting till the world begins
to tear my flustered lust again.
Hope is my second word,
lay me down on sheets of herb,
rip my fucking insides out and
choke me with my vitals.
SKULLFUCK ISLAND
I came forcing, plunging
myself in to dirt.
I left their eyes to satirize
climactic birth,
that widened and spilt out
a river of guts,
that made the eyes dilate
and river run with rust.
I knew that the tide would
soon begin to turn,
and bring and emptiness
that made my stomach burn,
and swell up, retreat in to
solubility.
It spits black out on the ground.
I left my little toy
with fear and sounds of lore,
I left him once again.
And I left my little joy,
with fear and guilt galore.
I left my little toy.
THE GODDESS BUNNY
In the sun I saw,
a glimpse of what it is.
And then I fell apart,
and let it run its course.
I felt it in my loins,
I let it fill my bones.
It mended on the stone.
It was peeling and inside,
it festered and it cried.
It felt that getting old,
would stifle growth.
Back in the faith I saw,
four tons,
of what it is to fall.
Write it on the neighbors wall.
Johnny, won't you open your eyes.
Sally, your past is a lie.
Patience,
wait until the fucking eyes split.
and the rotten gums and lips curl,
and fucking flood.
BLAND
I fell too hard,
I wished my dog could talk.
In pain, I love;
self-sufficient or not.
Raping lovers, breaking hands,
and hopeless bodies I can't stand.
I know that it might be bland.
I came, I stopped,
I felt my body drop.
In pain, I sought;
self-sufficient or not.
I came, I lost
my sanctity and cross.
BOXCUTTER/LITTLE BOYS
I felt all the bliss you knew,
when I grow up I'm gonna look
like you.
Pig rots the rot gut glue,
let him bleed out, eat shit, look
through.
And I knew the ground would fall,
if steadiness could stall.
And I've felt that it's the best,
to lift up from my chest.
It fell from the brazen branch,
that sizzles and sticks to the
young boys pants.
It tears through with a little pull,
and shaves the hair to feel the
skull.
Give me something I have never
seen before,
I need your skin on my skin
lying limp and on the floor.
How could you know who I am,
you've never seen my face.
The underlying rattling will
strike you in to place.
Fate won't be warded,
I felt it too.
When I fucked your little boys,
my spirit came in you.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
"I've Got Heaven In My Smile" Lyrics
GALLERY
I am living proof,
that in eye of indecision
we will dwell up
in the rule.
Indemnify for what
we've seen,
and resignation is us
splitting at the seams.
From here in to
eternal life is where
I stop to breathe.
Oh, my grateful hand
cannot extend,
but if you enter me
there's basis for an end.
And in the sky
we stop and stare,
at our Pollyanna filling up
the air.
Dive straight in to the
ocean,
Get blistered by the
sun.
Your ideas of safety,
escaping,
have been
lost in the body of
one.
In the embrace of
life we've been saved,
our knowledge of science
is grave.
These doctors and patients
define us,
as incessant life approaches
beside us.
The wellspring, it closes,
the manifestation of me it
proposes.
It's wild inside them,
the gallery has broken
in silence.
BUFFALO MEN
We can emigrate,
in to the firmer state
of man.
But it will be too late,
because the sight of
shifting eminence is
hard to understand.
And if your wish is
coming true,
my blessings are for
you.
They live inside the
confines of elevated
truth.
My little jumping blood
cell's future is for me,
A place that only
happens in the story
underneath.
And in the open field,
there is a fundamental
place they stand.
God has only ears,
so he can kiss the brow
and smile upon the
faces of his land.
20/40
In the ocean of the sky,
despondent nature in
my eyes.
And when my back's
up straight,
the openness of breathing's
great.
We've seen swill and
paradise,
floating clouds, rolling eyes.
And in the back and forth,
the trans-mundane has
taken course.
In fact,
I see,
This land,
will breathe,
The sky,
The trees.
And in companionship
and strife,
proper stature,
sift through life.
They can break us down,
build us up back through
the ground.
I see the bird with broken
legs,
flying higher everyday,
and with my strength and
mind,I crave that bird and all
it finds.
GOLD SKIN
In to us fade,
bright lights and jade.
We see ourselves,
as without age.
Moving forward to the
sun,
Sifting through while
color runs.The face perceiving
breathes and shakes.
My hand is steady,
consuming aches.
But the only thing
that you see in his
eyes,
Is the fear, the reflection
of human less skies.
How can we provide
the idea of me?
Fucking kill myself slow
while I meet with the flees.
FUR
Black screaming ravens,
bleeding, the innocent.
I am an infant.
Chewing the oak skin.
Why have we met?
This can't be real.
The end is now,
Soon you and I.
Fathom the question,
drinking the black sea.
Claw out your pupils,
Sight is a joke.
Who am I, what have I
done?
In the blackness of
the sun
I see stars and revel in
places seen and places
been.
Where will we be,
I don't know.
Here's a thing we'll
never show:
I will never be afraid,
future's gone and past
will fade.
This can't be real.
The pain ends now,
soon you and I.
GET FUNK'D
I get down,
open space.
Lifting up,
string and lace.
I've seen the skin and
I can't say
whether or not it
goes away.
In my place,
outer space,
everything.
Just the war,
don't be scared.
Thoughts we had,
thing again.
Yeah,
open space,
lifting up,
string and lace.
Please don't do,
this inside.
Cause the fear
Is in your face.
CATARACTS
We live where isolation
knows, an indirection that its
shows.
I wish that I could see
you just one more time.
Haruspex in the face,
in the front and behind.
We nourish everything
we see.
My eyes have gone,they're just like me.
LEATHER LIPS
Inside the conciliating
grove,
a heavy honesty will blow
A wind discumbers all my
slack,
To touch my face and touch
my back.
Just for once in his life,
He's got someone
who needs,
the situation and strife,
that the paradox leaves.
The only thing that I can't
see.
Is fascination within me.
To move around, to move
about,
It won't suffice, won't make
us proud.
I know the willow sits and
weeps.
The elderly won't learn to
sleep.
And though the basis of
our kind,
is to describe not to define.
COLORS
Strapped to a gurney,
soon to be,
rectified.
Surgery with feeling.
Tearing.
NORTHBOUND SLUG
Feckless dispute overthrown,
underneath my sunday
skipping stone.
Wearing down beneath my
hand,
faith is seeded somewhere in
the sand.
And in my recollection I,
have sought after the one
thing I can't try.
But hopelessness it follows
and it trails,
It sees me for the way I
can't prevail.
I have given all I have,
to live and conquer
values I have had.
But I will be put down,
like I know I should.
I know I should.
And inside of open
doors,
the child in me racks
its brain and more.
All the world will phase
me, I look fine.
And this just takes us
back and forth,
its something I'd
encourage if you know.
FEAR OF FROZEN FOODS
I've got style
from head down to my
toes.
But what we've done,
well no one really knows.
In my dream
I can't even see.
Fear I know,
steps inside of me.
Move my ears,
Swelling at the seams
I've got style
but everybody knows,
that what we've done,
it never really shows.
Backed down and ripped
through his hair.
Silence void, everywhere.
In themselves, in the way
we have seen
It's all they say
I am living proof,
that in eye of indecision
we will dwell up
in the rule.
Indemnify for what
we've seen,
and resignation is us
splitting at the seams.
From here in to
eternal life is where
I stop to breathe.
Oh, my grateful hand
cannot extend,
but if you enter me
there's basis for an end.
And in the sky
we stop and stare,
at our Pollyanna filling up
the air.
Dive straight in to the
ocean,
Get blistered by the
sun.
Your ideas of safety,
escaping,
have been
lost in the body of
one.
In the embrace of
life we've been saved,
our knowledge of science
is grave.
These doctors and patients
define us,
as incessant life approaches
beside us.
The wellspring, it closes,
the manifestation of me it
proposes.
It's wild inside them,
the gallery has broken
in silence.
BUFFALO MEN
We can emigrate,
in to the firmer state
of man.
But it will be too late,
because the sight of
shifting eminence is
hard to understand.
And if your wish is
coming true,
my blessings are for
you.
They live inside the
confines of elevated
truth.
My little jumping blood
cell's future is for me,
A place that only
happens in the story
underneath.
And in the open field,
there is a fundamental
place they stand.
God has only ears,
so he can kiss the brow
and smile upon the
faces of his land.
20/40
In the ocean of the sky,
despondent nature in
my eyes.
And when my back's
up straight,
the openness of breathing's
great.
We've seen swill and
paradise,
floating clouds, rolling eyes.
And in the back and forth,
the trans-mundane has
taken course.
In fact,
I see,
This land,
will breathe,
The sky,
The trees.
And in companionship
and strife,
proper stature,
sift through life.
They can break us down,
build us up back through
the ground.
I see the bird with broken
legs,
flying higher everyday,
and with my strength and
mind,I crave that bird and all
it finds.
GOLD SKIN
In to us fade,
bright lights and jade.
We see ourselves,
as without age.
Moving forward to the
sun,
Sifting through while
color runs.The face perceiving
breathes and shakes.
My hand is steady,
consuming aches.
But the only thing
that you see in his
eyes,
Is the fear, the reflection
of human less skies.
How can we provide
the idea of me?
Fucking kill myself slow
while I meet with the flees.
FUR
Black screaming ravens,
bleeding, the innocent.
I am an infant.
Chewing the oak skin.
Why have we met?
This can't be real.
The end is now,
Soon you and I.
Fathom the question,
drinking the black sea.
Claw out your pupils,
Sight is a joke.
Who am I, what have I
done?
In the blackness of
the sun
I see stars and revel in
places seen and places
been.
Where will we be,
I don't know.
Here's a thing we'll
never show:
I will never be afraid,
future's gone and past
will fade.
This can't be real.
The pain ends now,
soon you and I.
GET FUNK'D
I get down,
open space.
Lifting up,
string and lace.
I've seen the skin and
I can't say
whether or not it
goes away.
In my place,
outer space,
everything.
Just the war,
don't be scared.
Thoughts we had,
thing again.
Yeah,
open space,
lifting up,
string and lace.
Please don't do,
this inside.
Cause the fear
Is in your face.
CATARACTS
We live where isolation
knows, an indirection that its
shows.
I wish that I could see
you just one more time.
Haruspex in the face,
in the front and behind.
We nourish everything
we see.
My eyes have gone,they're just like me.
LEATHER LIPS
Inside the conciliating
grove,
a heavy honesty will blow
A wind discumbers all my
slack,
To touch my face and touch
my back.
Just for once in his life,
He's got someone
who needs,
the situation and strife,
that the paradox leaves.
The only thing that I can't
see.
Is fascination within me.
To move around, to move
about,
It won't suffice, won't make
us proud.
I know the willow sits and
weeps.
The elderly won't learn to
sleep.
And though the basis of
our kind,
is to describe not to define.
COLORS
Strapped to a gurney,
soon to be,
rectified.
Surgery with feeling.
Tearing.
NORTHBOUND SLUG
Feckless dispute overthrown,
underneath my sunday
skipping stone.
Wearing down beneath my
hand,
faith is seeded somewhere in
the sand.
And in my recollection I,
have sought after the one
thing I can't try.
But hopelessness it follows
and it trails,
It sees me for the way I
can't prevail.
I have given all I have,
to live and conquer
values I have had.
But I will be put down,
like I know I should.
I know I should.
And inside of open
doors,
the child in me racks
its brain and more.
All the world will phase
me, I look fine.
And this just takes us
back and forth,
its something I'd
encourage if you know.
FEAR OF FROZEN FOODS
I've got style
from head down to my
toes.
But what we've done,
well no one really knows.
In my dream
I can't even see.
Fear I know,
steps inside of me.
Move my ears,
Swelling at the seams
I've got style
but everybody knows,
that what we've done,
it never really shows.
Backed down and ripped
through his hair.
Silence void, everywhere.
In themselves, in the way
we have seen
It's all they say
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Album Release Show - June 25th
New album "I've Got Heaven In My Smile" comes out June 25th at The Vault in Temecula. Get at it.
Also playing: The Maxies, Xpulsion, M.H.V, and more.
Saturday June 25th
$10
6 PM
All Ages
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
"I've Got Heaven In My Smile"
Our new album "I've Got Heaven In My Smile" is almost done. It's got fourteen new tracks including the ones on the four song E.P. We're hoping to release it this summer, but we'll update and release another song eventually.
For songs, Go to:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Coltranes/180242298653776?v=app_178091127385
Sunday, February 13, 2011
New Four Song E.P.
This is a link to a download for our new 4 song E.P. They're off our new album due out sometime this Spring.
http://www.mediafire.com/?12njjpcxptd50vo
http://www.mediafire.com/?12njjpcxptd50vo
Saturday, December 25, 2010
New Facebook Page
We have a new Facebook page with all of our upcoming shows. Go check it out:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Coltranes/180242298653776
Jan. 22nd, The Vault with Angry Samoans, Naked Aggression, Killroy and All or Nothing H.C.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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