Tv On The Radio - Blues From Down Here lyrics

rate me

From the depths I called you, Ma

For your breath and breast so warm and fabled

Your hands reached inside

Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled

Hailed for your mercy

An ear that cares

How the blues sound from up there?

With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off your feet

Carry me through these shark infested waters

Well you spared me from slaughter for sure,

But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr

Oh kindness shared

Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared

How the blues sound from up there?

Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue

Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication

Echo into the void

Been received by no one

Oh my sweet dear

Cold alone poisoning ourselves

Engulfed in our own tears

Signed, blues from down here.

Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our

Time for your favorite story

Of how to achieve golden glory

Wash yourself all squeaky clean

All in white, all hallow's eve

Lessen your desire,

Hold your breath so patiently

Never inquire how to be free

Just stay on your knees

You might doubt it

Think there's nothing left for

To do but stomp my feet

And shout about it

From the depths I called you

Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently

Stuck here at the bottom of this well

It's not the last you've heard from me