Dead of Winter

Lyrics:

<stuff in background distorted>

"watch closely"

"closer (closer, closer,...)"

It's Christ
It's Christmas eve
October bleak and desolate
There's frost murder in my <???> room
And still the pennies earned
The blood stained windows of night
It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter

I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?]
I speak where is the vision
[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter
The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place
A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter

A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my heart
The river of <???> swallow them?
To melt them enters love
Dead head dont worry
Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
Here sauce is cold cold again again again I

<???>

They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?]
They dont know what its like to live fuck
I'm not against <???> priest <???> hollow <???> dead don't <???>dead love<???>

Transcribed by me with a line by Clint Johnson

Appeared On: 

Total Versions: 2

Notes: 

  • While on series 2 this track segues from Sore in a Masterpiece, on the original series 1 cassette it was a standalone track. There, it had a short intro not present on the series 2 CD. The series 2 CD, however, features its own, much longer intro segment which did not appear on on the original series 1 cassette. This new segment ends at approximately 6:51 into track 7, at which point the track switches to the body of the song which the two versions share.

This page last updated on Wednesday, January 09, 2002
by Corey Goldberg