On Death Culture at Sea: Field High and Burning
In which Dealth Culture at Sea* is a light that turns to blue.
*Since there seem to be a few new folks stopping by here, a note of explanation: I used to play in an indie-rock band called Saturnine, and this — i.e., Death Culture at Sea — is my new ‘band,’ consisting of me, myself and I.
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“Field High and Burning”
Let’s walk through this religion
Searching for the kind of things we know
We never really know
The streets so full of people
Had never looked so empty in the night
So empty in the night
Here beside you is something you can never really touch
Beside you is something you can never really touch
Fear has seen the morning, and he felt slightly wasted with the sense
Of being split in two
He asked if you were serious, and then he fell asleep inside your arms
Crushing him in you
His soul was rather jagged, but all he craved was feeling something new
Besides these waves between us
He woke beside you, and smiled in a light that turned to blue
A light that turned to blue
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