Woorden: Elvis Perkins. Ash Wednesday.

the tents go up

as i go down

down to the flats and into the sound

the closer i get to the city

the further i am from memory

in the green grass looking up

for the words of the angry sun

'noone' when he says 'noone'

yeah he means 'noone'

noone

noone will survive

ash wednesday alive

no soldier no lover

no father no mother

not a lonely child

in the up and in the bedroom

a black and white of the bride and the groon

will bring me to my knees

with the colorized bad dream

that takes its place on

ash wednesday



white noise and love

will be my only drug

on this day nine

suns away

from that sad sad saturday

when fire my friend

fire my villian

you take away yesterday

to give to me today

when nothing's free no now it's

ash wednesday



so each day is ash wednesday

all this life is ash wednesday



all the doors are shut

and the windows barely opened up

the fires all around

it's the ending of the drought

and we are ready now

for tear gas clouds

on my mind

come on fill the house

finally and weep

for it's king and queen sleep

both now

in the arms of

ash wednesday

ash wednesday