Sacha Sacket - Alabaster Flesh Lyrics
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Primordial
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Apollo Girlie
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Orion
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Sacrifice
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Battleship
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The African of 1963
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Who Knows Who
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So Blond
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Color
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Military Theme
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The Trickster
Primordial
There’s a black forest in my brain
A blue boy that’s gone half insane
from a bark both beast and man made
Ripping those woods like a rolling flame.
And that kid’s been called every name
But he just swallows and behaves
Only when I’m done digging his grave
Will he turn to me, turn, and say.
I took every star down
Turned our compass around
I’ve done all that they’ve said
And I’m fucking half dead
Think it’s time to move on
Find our own fervor
And follow that sun.
But I won’t leave like Gilgamesh
Millions of woods dropped like leaves
He should have just killed himself
Off that Muir tree,
It’s a mercurial mess
When my psychic eyes knew
Eternal life is death.
Our golden fall.
No, I’ll leave like an Aeon
Flies from his Zion
And I’ll hear Iron John
Singin’ my song
‘Cause I’m moving on
And I will dance past those
That tell me I’m wrong.
They can call me a fake
A mother’s mistake
Hey, I’m a freak with no name
Just remember I stay
Primordial
I can transfigure
This flesh into soul.
I go and find a redwood
Climb into its womb
Escape down through my rabbit hole.
Soul threads are send reeling
Heart’s reincarnating
And my bark sheds
Like snakeskin will.
Primordial. Prime Ordeal. Primordial.
Somewhere I gotta get those kids Off my back.
Bleed their words
Saw off that chestnut horse.
Apollo Girlie
I wake up and I can’t feel my body
Can’t create much more than a breath.
Juggernaut thought is making me crazy
Gives me canker sores, Throat gets upset.
I’m a leaky tap dripping for nothing
Chicken head running around and around.
Tells me I’m not worth much to nobody
That my kingdoms will all come crashing down.
There’s a sunset in my soul
But no moonrise at all.
Apollo Girlie is this duality
That we shove in the backseat
To pack up our meat
But they’re fingering me
I can’t do the same
Primordial men
Got my hands disjointing.
And Apollo Girlie
Say I’m a test-tube baby
To see the mythology
‘Cause I’m vying to be
Amphibian green
And push out to sea
Like a waterbaby
A waterbaby.
But I’m never that perfect
My mind won’t love me.
Says I’m never enough
I can’t sing on key.
Thought I could use a helping hand
So I paid this Castro medium
But she found no lover
No lover for me.
She just pulled cards divining my androgyny.
There’s a sunset in my soul
Where’s the moonrise for my ego?
So Apollo Girlie leave the apocathary.
I thought you were dirty
But we’re all that I need.
It’s hermaphrodeity,
Hermaphrodeity.
Her and Him in
Hermaphrodeity.
Dionysus,
Split me wayward like Orpheus
Dionysus
Call me Teresius
The third sex is the creamiest.
And let Apollo Girlie
Read my obituary
For there is an apple tree
Buried in me.
And I’m all that I need,
I’m all that I need,
There is no one to be,
I’m Apollo Girlie.
Orion
Feeling New York
Brush through my hair
We fall for East Village
But we’re insincere.
Aren’t we. Aren’t we.
For we find no meaning
In this post-modern scene
They thought times were a changing
But now that’s some
Hippie dream. Hippie dream.
And I’m watching Orion reach out from the shore
I hate his still hourglass for shifting
After I’m gone.
‘Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor.
My grave set among many,
A boy lost in the belly of the world.
Did it ever seem strange
When we would say, hey,
Life ain’t worth living.
‘Cause we know that
death leads to zeros
or infinities
and that’s scary
simple but scary, simple but scary
ain’t that contrary,
then life is the party.
It is.
Everyone knows
These fake hipsters know
It’s like St. George is here
But their dragons just want to keep sleeping.
Saw Ginsberg beset in the corner market
We can’t face our death so we
can’t mine our lives of meaning.
And I’m watching Orion reach out from the shore
I hate his still hourglass for shifting
After I’m gone.
‘Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor.
My grave set among many,
A boy lost in the belly of the world.
Does it ever seem strange
That we keep laughing and it never gets boring
Keep on the laughing, the crying, the screaming
And it never gets boring
When we’re stuck in the feeling,
A bit all-consuming,
And in that there’s meaning
There’s all the meaning
There’s all my meaning
For I am the reaper, I am the rapture, I am the ether,
And I’m the seer. For I am the ether, I am the ether
And there is no time.
Feeling New York
Brush through my hair
We fall for East Village
But we’re insincere.
Aren’t we. Aren’t we.
Sacrifice
She comes, she comes inside me
Says I fuck somnambulantly
And the smell of asphalt just hit me.
She builds gardens in her eyes
Spreads her poison ivy thighs
Like she knows vampires well.
I’m her golden haired berserker
She just ball-chained my pitch to a murmur.
So when we run this marathon
She only beats me because she cheats me
She’s the tortoise because of my hair
And how did I sacrifice things that I want?
(You were always)
She says I’ve broken her porpoise heart.
(Lying sideways)
I rode these dreams cause I thought they were sacred
(I was always)
Wake to find that I am just scared, just scared, just scared.
(Tucked away.)
She thinks I would fight her wars for love
But I fashion myself a gangster
I don’t believe in any laws on love
So if you are bleeding me
Because I don’t give easily
I swear I’m dry.
And how did I sacrifice things that I want?
(You were always)
She says I’ve broken her porpoise heart.
(Lying sideways)
I rode these dreams cause I thought they were sacred
(I was always)
Wake to find that I am just scared, just scared, just scared.
(Tucked away.)
Tangled in her hair,
Lips unfold limbs as she snakes around me.
Drunk in her olive skin, sweat gleams like stars
Off her body.
And in these carnal juices,
Somewhere I’ll find my astrology.
And just when I think I’m believing
Medea hits the air as my words turn to cream
Medea hits the air as my heart starts to scream
And somewhere right there those flames consumed me.
Now she runs, she runs beside me
And how we speak silently.
‘Cause that asphalt sure hit me.
For I am a hollow man,
In Eliot’s Wasteland,
But now I cry.
Battleship
I’m ready to gloom, I’m ready to go
Got Madonna blaring out the stereo
And wonderbread says he’s beautiful
I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.
‘Cause I’m a mystic, I’m a superqueen,
I use up all my gasoline.
I’m a walking cemetery
So many dead things inside of me.
Scene doors open to the doe-eyed boys
Pincushions fluffed with steroids
These Hollywood-made androids
They’ve got some steel but do they got a voice.
Jealous mind makes jealous things come true.
Think Alexander the Great is coming through
So I better head to the bathroom
Before I meet the ensuing doom.
And when I look in the mirror
I know I’m not alone.
I’ve got an army of me
But I have no control
And I’m stuck at this party
With a thirty year old
He makes stars
Just flame me, flame me, flame me.
There’s a battleship inside of me
It creaks and moans in apology
For all the sick shit done in vanity
For this cult of masculinity.
But I’m a mystic, I’m a superqueen
I use up all my gasoline.
I’m a walking cemetery
So many dead men inside of me.
Can somebody tell me why the
Butch hate the belles?
When we’ve got plenty of Baptists
Coveting our souls to hell.
Too many wars, too many gay etiquette laws
Find your cause.
Stop throwing their mud
Indoors.
I’m ready to gloom, I’m ready to go
Got Madonna blaring out the stereo
And wonderbread says he’s beautiful
I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.
‘Cause I’m a mystic, I’m a superqueen,
I use up all my gasoline.
I’m a walking cemetery
So many dead things inside of me.
The African of 1963
I am the African of 1963
Transformed to a millennium man
But I feel the sands sifting.
God gave me a pigeon
Roosting in the rain
While I spy discrimination
That dirty dove won’t fly away.
So you wanna be a man?
Jove bound me to the Sahara
You wanna be a man?
With nothing but an eagle
You wanna be a man?
And I am never leaving
You wanna be a man?
Maybe I am only dreaming.
Now these fags got a saying
The Lord is our Shepard.
Things started changing
The day Mathew was heard.
I am the African of 1963.
It’s the same old discrimination
They just shifted the bigotry.
So you wanna be a man?
Jove bound me to the Sahara
If Prometheus
You wanna be a man?
With nothing but an eagle
Is choosing this,
You wanna be a man?
And I am never leaving
Then somewhere
You got heels in the backseat
Maybe I am only dreaming.
I am choosing this.
You gonna be a man
And I know there’s a problem
Just need a dirty beat
Too many sister gone under
To dance your pain
It’s the ballot or the bullet
And dance on your grave.
Malcolm tattooed it.
I am the African of 1963
Blacker than blue.
If Prometheus
Transformed to a millennium man Is choosing this,
But I feel the sands shifting. Then somewhere
I am choosing this.
Who Knows Who
You know me
I’m the squirrel that’s got your nuts
So you’re fucked.
And I know you
If I did your “drug”
I’d sigh all the way
To the hospital.
So just leave me alone
My glass heart is too strong
Reckon by now it is pure adhesive
So many days left to put back the pieces
If you take me on
Your ghost will stick when you’re gone.
So many think that I’m free but they’re wrong.
I still love every single one
Thinking people they change all the time
(My heart escapes by the byways)
And patience would have my heart flying
(Leaves you reeling on the railways)
But while I’m here waiting for this train
(I think I’m wrong, Maybe I’m wrong,)
You are saying that I could be changing my mind.
(I think I’m wrong.)
Boy I sure miss Italy
Those sunflower fields
Climbing to Assisi
And to you.
Are you still in that dead city?
Where I left you denied
Took that blue train ride
Thinking I can move on
Always moving on.
Oh. I live in fantasies
Much safer locked inside reveries.
So I push, I throw, I shove love away.
Then I glow from our heat when your monument stays.
But you cut my memory
And now one-night stands don’t stand to please me.
Not that I’m looking for your curly brown hair
Maybe because I just know it is there.
So Blond
I say it won’t work boy
You’ve done too many drugs
They’ve made you too dry.
And you can look between the bed sheets
You’ll never find your color
Between his pasty thighs.
And you can blame it on your body,
Blame it on what you cultivate.
But look these weeds are still growing
You better get out there and ho them away.
Guess you’re so blond,
I’ve gotta make sure you’re wrong.
But then you get so sweet
And you stick to me
Just like honey.
Just like honey.
So you’re dumped and I’m happy
But I give you counsel upon the bed.
Feel your tears sink into me
And you know I’m offering more than my head.
So many seeds you’ve planted
But the bullets were blanks
You’re just waiting in line.
Measure success on promises
When your number’s up
You’re just wasting their time.
See you’re so blond
They’ve gotta make sure you're wrong.
But they don’t know that you get so sweet
When you stick to me just like honey
Just like honey.
When his greens turn pale
Are you still gonna be his rabbit?
When his greens turn pale.
Are you gonna get off the pavement
And whip out a mirror
(I followed you to Venice)
Find a water stained hustler
(and San Marco was flooding)
A garbage collector
(All over me.)
And hash out the heartbreak
And talk to you poppy.
When he say that gay is wrong.
You say no, I’m just so blond.
I say it won’t work boy
You’ve done too many drugs
They’ve made you too dry.
And you can look between the bed sheets
You’ll never find your color
Between his famous thighs.
And you can blame it on your body,
Blame it on what you cultivate.
But there are more reasons than money
To let someone plant a kiss on your face.
Color
They say
We dream
In black and white.
But you came
In color
last night.
And you were riding me,
Riding me,
Home.
You were riding me,
Riding me,
Home.
They say
you moved
to Washington.
It rains a lot
in Washington.
Was I nightmare
or was I too warm?
I’m a black mare
And I ride you home.
They say
if you sleep too much
You’re a bum,
A lazy bum.
If you love too much,
You’re still a horror,
Just a virgin horror.
Well I sleep too much
I love too much
I miss you.
Well I sleep too much
I love too much
I miss you.
Like a color
Like a color
I miss you.
Military Theme
You’ve had a
Military theme drumming through your genes
And I guess you could say nature didn’t roll your way.
But the blues in your eyes were borne by the seas
That your father once sailed, in the marines.
And those eyes make no noise
When you spy on the boys
Pasteurizing, pasteurizing.
Only drowning in beer,
Submerged, would you hear,
You’re homogenizing, homogenizing,
You’re homogenizing.
You’ve had a military theme drumming through your genes,
And I guess you could say nature didn’t roll your way.
‘Cause the pools of Hana won’t wipe off those sins
When the murkiness lies behind plastic skin.
When the boys hate the femmes
Girls need strong men
It’s misogynistic, homophobic.
And in these doldrums
Where you corset our love
I’ve gotta move on
No matter how strong
I’ve gotta move on.
You’ve had a
Military theme drumming through your genes
And I guess you could say nature didn’t roll your way.
The Trickster
Father’s a man like any man
He’s knitting his yarn till it’s gone.
Like a schoolgirl in a playground,
Bakes her mud pies, fills teacups with lies.
Son is a man like any man
Don’t matter who he takes to bed.
Didn’t fly his mistress to Iran
So the genes must be working for him.
But I am the tempest
I am Achilles’ heel
I am the trickster
That derives this old hero down into a zero.
A ghost of a man can haunt any man
Snatch and your Don Juan will scream
It’s like wine brought to furious conclusion
When the glass had more time to breathe.
But I am the tempest
I am Achilles’ heel
I am the trickster
That derives this old hero down into a zero.
Gonna be a poster man as fast as he can
As fast as he can convince me.
But I’m a grain of sand
There’s nowhere to land
So lay off the hypocrisy.
I just wanna inhale your last dying breath
But sometimes I’m scared that your already dead.
I know I can find your green eyes
Your green eyes in me.
And I am the tempest
I am Achilles’ heel
I am the trickster
That derives this old hero down into a zero.
Sacha Sacket – Alabaster Flesh. Copyright 2001. Golden Sphinx Records. ASCAP.
