About "EP: Your Body, My Satellite" album:
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"EP: Your Body, My Satellite" by Riendeau, which was released in 2008 and consists of 5 songs.
Death Row Tull
You know you don't have to say a word but you do,
And thatís so like you.
Your eyes read like a book,
Your tongue cuts like a knife,
And your face tells me every word.
You weave tapestries of inaccuracies,
But leaving you with open arms was hard enough,
Without the words left in the air.
Frozen was my watch face,
Don't Tell Edwin
Another night out at sea,
And I carry myself along like a wounded clipper ship.
Weíre adrift in a sea of copies,
Trying to keep ourselves afloat.
Six bodies, one determined vessel.
And I will not fall into cliches of which you cash in.
You play your part so well.
Good Scare, Rat Face
Stepping out into the air,
There was a calm that Iíd known so well.
I could feel it in my work worn hands,
A calm my father had once known,
And those before him.
It was not a feeling I was built for.
My hands need so much more.
So much more.
Heavy lies the crown of crooked thorns on the head of a busy man,
Mama, Get The Hammer
Acrylic lips in black and white,
Pictures scatter the floor,
Screaming itís not her fault.
Should we have known?
She took me to where we first spoke,
Masking her words with sincerity.
The rifts in the air gave her away,
And just as she swallowed,
I tore the words from her throat.
Please Don't Touch The Cylinders
I made my demands for a paper heart and olive eyes,
She started this.
She clutched the ransom like her rosary,
Quoting from the past.
ďAnother twenty-one gun salute for the martyr.Ē
Dripping mascara and stopping sound,
Another twenty-one gun salute for the martyr,
She was a tiger, with sharp teeth and polished nail.