A Clown And His Pipe

- Hands Like Houses (2012)

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You are listening to the song A Clown And His Pipe by Hands Like Houses, in album Ground Dweller. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.

Album: Ground Dweller.

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[Intro:]
There's better ways for us to waste our days
Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long
For too long swallowed up by an empty page.

[Verse 1:]
What starvation feeds you, devourer
Of the words of a thousand authors and poets, alike?
Wells have emptied to wet your thirst
So I'll shake out to the last, a drop of fluency
To carve ink into these precious words
To dedicate a thought in desperation.

[Chorus:]
We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue
Drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth, to tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels, to shed them from my heart?

[Verse 2:]
Swallowing swords, sharpened by turning cheeks between blows
I feel this is better left a performers art
It's a narrow throat that keeps a razor's edge from the heart
I'd rather not speak in tongues (I'd rather not)
But I'll take every breath
I'll make every breath a piper, charming flames
Singing and dancing, out from their smoldering bed.

[Chorus]

[Break:]
Swallow the pen (swallow the pen)
Devour the sword (devour the sword)
Inhale the proverbs whole
Spinning on static, gouged before the peak
In this chaos of frequencies it's so hard to speak
Now it's so hard to speak
This noise is nameless
Stumbling like a beggar
Desperate for some kind of change.

[Chorus]