Wounds

from Jacob's Well by Steve Gilligan

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this is a hidden track on the CD - very lo-fi

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There was nothing I could do, nothing I could say
she was so far gone they would have put me away
if they found me there
so I bolted from the front porch and took off in her car
slammed onto the freeway but I hadn't gotten far
when I turned around and started to crawl back
half a mile from midnight it was me who finally cracked

The road became a mirror, the mirror turned to ice
I slid and slipped and fell into a shiny steel device
that had suddenly appeared
the metal turned to plastic, the plastic into flesh
the flesh began to slowly mold into a wire mesh
that held my fear and squeezed it tight
squeezed until a liquid fear dripped out into the night

and then the wounds opened wide, dark birds flew out
sounds of violent laughter, the smell of burning rubber
the sky caved in, a whisper was a shout
I should have thought about all this, I should have made that promise to myself

My scars became a present that was offered to the night
they let me in to see him but his eyes were filled with light
and he could not see
so I broke the bonds of friendship and escaped onto the lawn
the statues held a vigil as I wept into my arm
and I collapsed inside and spent my grief
a friend is still a friend until he's covered with a sheet

and then the wounds opened wide, dark birds flew out
sounds of violent laughter, the smell of burning rubber
the sky caved in, a whisper was a shout
I should have thought about all this, I should have made that promise to myself

See the dawn broke like a young heart and bled up until noon
by nightfall she was lying in the light of gibbous moon
then with her last breath
she cursed the stones of Romans and the fields of amber waves
the rotting pits of Auschwitz and the filthy Eastern ways
then her eyes rolled back her teeth were bared
and with her dying gasp she polluted all the air

and then the wounds opened wide, dark birds flew out
sounds of violent laughter, the smell of burning rubber
the sky caved in, a whisper was a shout
I should have thought about all this, I should have made that promise to myself

The silence of forever is as deafening a word
a meaning lost on everyone, all of you, all of me
all of Them
the pain of understanding like a knife around the neck
hurry call emergency we're running out of luck
we're running out of luck, we're running out of luck

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from Jacob's Well, released March 2, 2012

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Steve Gilligan Boston, Massachusetts

Steve Gilligan is best known as bassist of legendary Boston rock 'n' roll band The Stompers. He's released 4 solo CDs; "Jacobs Well", “Winter Rain”, “Dogpatch Garage”, and now "Next Someday", which rocks with a melodic energy found in the best from bands like Tom Petty & XTC. ... more

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