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This Is

All songs copyright control. (p)+(c) Konstantin 2002-2003.

Half Mast  (official)

Enemy because you showed me
I was half what I could be
You were all that I was when I was true
So I sing for you

I'm sailing at half mast
The sea was my Indian giver

Part of me was a sea shanty
Pale limpid and watery
Was put to rights with some sound advice
No mermaid martyr me

I'm as empty as pockets of rock as the tide
Pulled away

If I'm half what I should be
Still more than I was before
And if I'm more than I could be
Still half what we were

Internal Life Of Animals  (official)

The internal life of animals is something I know
Are you waiting to leave? Are you packing to go?
Cover tracks; make your camp here
Draw the crossbow to your chest
And with the calibrated arrow give me the rest

See the beast rising upwards to the heat and raging flies
From the stream that knows no better than the carcass

The internal life of animals is something I know
Are you waiting to leave? Are you packing to go?
Cross the lines; cross your heart twice
Put the heart crossways on me
Be the hunted and the hunter, in symmetry

And the beast is beholden to the words that sing its life
And the song will make a rattle of the carcass

There is nothing left, none to feed relations
No one left, none to mow the lawns

Quantify love; tell me I'm wrong
Show the ledger
Quantify me, tell what you see

The internal life of animals is something I know
Make friends with all your old selves
And let them go  

Your House From Mine  (official)

I have a fever on my mind
That is all I know
Leave your possessions at my door
They'll be fine

Bloody lows, bloody highs
Bloody lows, bloody highs

I have a creature on my mind
That is all I know
Make your confession at my door
That is fine

Bloody lows, bloody highs
Bloody lows, bloody highs

I need to see your house from mine

I have a creeper in my mind
That is all I grow
Now lay your clothes upon my floor
You are fine

Close the behind you
Close the door I'll mind you
You're fine now
You're fine here

Get a wide range, got a small view
I'm behind you

Listless  (official)

From a plane full of people who were listlessly eating
And wordlessly sinking to the world of the working
In full on rush hour traffic, welcome home

From a room with computers, in a yes and a no day
From a street filled with houses, through a deja vu doorway
Where someone that I knew once held a key

It's the end of the road for me

With a gin rummy tongue and the motor still running my
Carbonate lungs to the edge of the sea

How come the lights are on if the motor's off?

So tired

Unplanned  (official)

You walked in, I knew you to see
So we began, on my part clumsily
And that wet strand clinging to your face
Well I almost brushed it away
But it's not my place, being a near stranger
That is the danger in being
The most beautiful one I ever nearly knew
Suddenly I'm full of you

How does that happen?
How does it?

Then later, when I can't sleep
I'm found walking a 6am street
And I'm thinking; thinking of your hand
And a gesture, completely unplanned
But it's not my place; pardon my intrusion
I'm horribly human when seeing
The most beautiful one I've ever hardly known
So another bird has flown

How did that happen?
How did it?

Tired of wanting what I can't own; tired of watching from home
Tired of looking for the right words; tired of singing without being heard

How did this happen?

Tycho Brahe  (official)

It's a lonely stretch of road that has few signposts
Observation is a lonely science
Its reward in the findings

It's the way of the world, the way of the world
Order, any order, as we see it
Is a story of inquiry
Exactitude

Every story is a river of subjective
Beauty can be found in each spring
And in the curve of a ring

It's the way of the world, the way of the world
Order, any order, as we know it
Is a story of inquiry
Exactitude

It's the way of the world, the way of the world
Numbers, any numbers that you know of
Is a tower to the power
Of exactitude

The history of love has not been written
Just the history of its thieves
That is history's brief

All songs copyright control. (p)+(c) Konstantin 2002-2003.

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