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Autumn are really cool gothic styled band. Some hard work and songs released on new wave gothic compilation CDs have gained them something of a following and a "one to watch out for" status. The Hating Tree is a really powerful album, especially the strong vocal prowess of Juile the singer.


red

this red
always
writing in red
always
bleeding red
ever
wanting red
at rest upon the red sea
it will be red

this red
now
to silence me
ever
feeding me
and in frightening me
reveals
it will always be red

but it makes no difference
it makes no difference, anymore
and still loneliness awaits my return
and still loneliness awaits my return
into red
into red






still breathing
i am curled so tight
holding still
still breathing through the knife
i caught a color from the sun
too cold - i had to send it back
and all the while
its been screaming all day
the flavor starts to turn
its been screaming all day
leave me alone!

i am curled so tight
holding still
still breathing through the knife
a sage prayer to the skies
downpur - it killed my offering
and through it all
i've been bleeding all day
i must fight to hold my ground
i've been bleeding all day
as this illness circles round
still, i try

the knowing
so much to say
when words seem to say no more
and i'm trying too hard
words never mattered much
anyway

so then..give me silence!
so much to say
when words seem to say no more
and i'm trying too hard
words never mattered much
anyway
so much to feel
when my skin pleads your sky for rain
but i'm feeling too much
and feelings never pay off
along the way

so i'll say no more
i'll say no more
for all i really need is to know that this is real
don't you know this is real

isn't it?


the night i bore the maiden's child
it was to be the strangest night i'd ever know
it was the night i'd bear the maiden's child
and break the spell
and break the line
it would have kept me from my truth until the end of time

and then the maiden spoke to me
kissed my eyes, she let me breathe
and when her veils fell to the sea
she picked me up and carried me
to a place where lovers bleed
the blood of love, so tender sweet
now looking back to where i'd lain
i knew then i'd never rise again

she broke the spell and broke the line
that could have kept me from the truth until the end of time

though i've played among the fallen leaves
taken in the splendor of the seas
and mother moon still muses me
in her, i've found
my eternity

all my lovers
all my lovers turn to stone
relics of hope in a night garden
only i visit when i sleep
i walk among you
touching the surface
this is my secret place where i unafraid
and unashamed
linger at your lips
tasting your milk
it's my renewal
in times of isolation
i come to you
secret addiction
and in the daylight i wait eagerly
to visit you
again and again and again
for ever when i will stop
oh, i do not
this is my only link to freedom
i fear

all my lovers turn to stone
relics of hope in a night garden
only i visit when i sleep
i walk among you
touching you

the trip
great brick glass arches
my toungue and hips peeling
these swirls of tripped-out lightning
titilate and frighten

and i feel
to be
in a strange daze

wasted just like the old days
anxious to curl up and crawl away
but then distracted by another face
leads me to another place

and i feel
to be
in a strange daze

end of the line
how long can things go on like this
i hunger and am left hungry
so greedy have i become
i must steal your lips to get a cheap kiss

i want to feel some of this
i need to know some of this
and i ache to breath your fire
your joy, your madness, and your pain

for i am only animal
flesh and bone and sex
and i have been faithful for so long
i don't know how much more i can take this

i want to feel some of this
i need to know some of this
and i ache to breath your fire
your joy, your madness, and your pain


lullaby for marguerite (1904-1993)
windswept and moonhung
singing softly next to you
oh sweet delicate woman
where has all your strength gone to
gone
where has it gone to

softest hands
i take their frailness in my own
hands
hands that mended children's dreams
now grasp for mary's grace
her grace

sweet mother
guide her home
oh sweet mother guide her home…

sleep now woman
let the angels come to you
and
in their wings
you will find peace
you will find peace

i know

lest we forget
bodies fall into graves in numbers
but they are not
numbers
but humans . . . lest we forget

those, who felt, who loved
who dreamed, who dared
who died
who live on . . lest we forget

it is my brother
your mother
his son and her lover
it is each and every one of us
for we all are one . . . lest we forget

though the cold will come soon enough
would that i could
light a candle for all who must walk this pass
it would light the seas
and heal our souls on waves of warmth
that we may never turn our backs again
that we would never again forget
i, i will never forget

shadowgirl
the pendulum
stuck in sequence

swaying the pendulum
sweet the sound
stuck in sequence
shadowgirl

back and forth
old me and new me
i pray to kill
this deranged family
or i fear i'll grow old here
watching my feast grow cold
is it love or hate that would kill it
crack this shell and bring me home
from
this pendulum

i'm stuck in sequence!

swaying the pendulum
sweet the sound
stuck in sequence
shadowgirl

...now may we eat the bread?


a simple truth
a moment of my life shared with you
will never be forgotten

from this cradle's ledge
i count the rings
of my time on earth
imaging myself content

needing to dissolve this taste
of wasted dreams
and within my head
this gray begins to grow
please let me tear it all away

and i will set free
you and i
drawing strength
from the point of contact
DNA fireflies within
and in another moment
i'd refuse to chance these preparations
after 25 years fo building
to the settlings grounds we go
a place to pool
and to be snythesized
into the rest now
this is where the cybersoldiers
hold the line
with weary vigilance

i believe them now

i never thought i would

i never thought i would

and this is why
a moment of my life shared with you
will never be forgotten
no, it will never be forgotten