Death Rattle

by Ropes

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06:13
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02:40

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released August 7, 2012

Written, Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Sam Marshall
Additional Production by Dave Venter
Mastered by Alan Douches
Artwork by Jack Dempsey

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Dual vocaled, southern sound with a hint of metal

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Track Name: Cogito
This head on my mantle has a meaning
A truth I’ll hide inside beyond the day that I die

Sands that once were seas now devoid of feeling
A poet parched
Meant for words but the inkwell’s dry
I bled it out, bled it out
These leeches cling to my neck

(I bled it out, bled it out
These leeches cling to my neck)

I think it therefore it exists
Encased within animal hieroglyphics
I claw at the codes
To rot a legacy of the most lonely bones

All these secrets were only made to be told
So stop stalling stuttering stammering, start spitting all those pretty words I need to hear
(All these secrets were made to be told
So close your dioramic eyes and whisper all of yours)

A whip in the wings
The beast walks among us
The centre will not hold
Your God lies bound and gagged on the floor of heaven, its cold

I think it, therefore it exists
Parallels and symmetry, the shapes

Lift the veil
Touch the skin, digital porcelain
Frozen still
You look the most alive that you’ve ever been
Lift the veil
Touch the skin, digital porcelain
Lift the veil
Witness the shell that’s lost its ocean within

Sink into me
Crash over me
Collide, collide

The senses separate
As a fractal mosaic
I lunge to grab a shard
To start my universe
Waves gush out from your mask
Miasmic afterbirth
Stigmata splinters me
All ghosts take my body

Define the space between the universes
Versus the space between your synapses

(All these secrets were made to be told
So close your dioramic eyes and whisper all of yours
Be oh so careful with what you wish for
You may open your dioramic eyes and find that world long gone)
Track Name: Death Rattle
You had that death rattle
Old man I still hear it
There’s nothing left in you
But goddamn I still fear it

In time we’ll learn to face reality
Till then just fill your skull with doublespeak
Your eyes see that which you choose to see
Metronomically we watch the sickle swing
(I can’t fucking look at you, shedding my skin
I can’t fucking look at you, shedding my skin)
Sleep walk, sleepwalker
Oh clock, sundial shadow
Sleep walk, sleepwalker
Oh clock, sundial shadow

You had that death rattle
Old man I still hear it
There’s nothing left in you
But goddamn I still fear it

My heart unravelled at your feet
I stumbled, tried to gather it up, shamefully
To your credit you acted like you didn’t see
But every gaze from then just proved that yes you did
My heart unravelled at your feet
I stumbled, tried to gather it up, shamefully
To your credit you acted like you didn’t see
But every gaze from then just proved you did, you did
(From birth an atlas burden is placed upon a man it makes him understand perspective’s out and in, if everything I see is known only to me, how then can I glean what’s real and what’s a dream)

(I can’t fucking look at you, shedding my skin
I can’t fucking look at you, shedding my skin)
Sleep walk, sleepwalker
Oh clock, sundial shadow
Sleep walk, sleepwalker
Oh clock, sundial shadow

You had that death rattle
Old man I still hear it
There’s nothing left in you
But goddamn I still fear it

High and dry
If you could see me now
My oh my
Would you believe your eyes


If you could see me now
If you could feel me now
If you could touch me now
If you could hear the sound would you quake

You had that death rattle
Old man I still hear it
There’s nothing left in you
But goddamn I still fear it
Track Name: Siberia
Sleep
Deathdreams and false beats
Curl into your armour child
Hold the form and cage the wild

Shut your eyes and speak the sequence
Empty book and conscious breathing
Shut your eyes and speak the sequence
A dying language don’t you ask me why
(I still hear you, I still feel you
I make believe, convince myself
I still hear you, I still feel you
I make believe and say its real)

Six degrees they separate us
Now its five I could still lose this
At the fourth I’m silhouetted
The third is when you start to sense me
Seconds when you hear the sound
I reach the first I’m with you now

I’m with you now

Realise, Create, Exist
All simultaneous

How to heal, a dying world
Still your hands as they approach the fuse
There’s no way known
I’d know a way to stop a plague of moans
Creaking in symphony
Hold the bones, of every generation
Don’t let go, there could still be a rapture

Shake your head
You’re such a little pity monger
Looking at the sky
Like all you want’s a little more
Everything’s amazing
Nothing’s ever good enough
Our paradox is life is wasted on the worst of us

Shake all hands
And work and work and work and work
Every minute spent is one you’d kill for in your urn
Save yourself for something better
Yeah what’s better than
The infinitesimal chance
That made you here on this earth
Shake your head
You’re such a whiny motherfucker
Looking at the sky
Like you deserve a little more
Everything’s amazing
Nothing’s ever good enough
Our paradox is life is wasted on the worst of us

Realise, Create, Exist
All simultaneous
Realise, Collapse, Desist
All simultaneous

Sleep
Spindles and grey wings
Curl into your armour liar
Your precious numerals divide us

When the flood comes will you fight it
Or will you try and hide
All the guns and all the violence
Yet still you tried to find me
When the flood comes will you fight it
Or will you try and hide
Track Name: Young Jackal
If I’ve learnt one thing from this place
A lesson written on my grave well it would say
Wisdom comes too goddamn late
And is smothered by regrets and could-have-beens
All we have when we die is just a name

Charlie was a rambling man
He held a black dove in each hand
Still he searched from bush to bush
To find something he never could

He taught me on a 22
And pretty soon I joined his crew
We stormed the safes and had the whores
A pirate’s life lived on the shores

She wrote it on a napkin I can still remember that lipstick read
However far a river flows that little creek will never forget

Young jackal was what they called me
A trigger hand of lightning speed
In every bar and every fight
The last to leave on every night

Last thing Charlie said to me was what have I done
I lived a life for greed and son I never won
I’ll die a spectre of a man
All I keep is just a name

He poured two shots for him and I
And took two more the day he died
Inside my cell I learnt the news
And then I understood the blues

She wrote it on a napkin I can still remember that lipstick read
However far a river flows that little creek will never forget
Its source, never a truer word
You can’t outrun your past not even on the ocean floor

There comes a time in a man’s life
He has to face the day he’ll die
He shuts his eyes
And asks himself the hardest question of a man’s pride