Isil's Exile incomplete album
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3 What You Do When No One's Watching
He gave them everything clean, so she asks why their hands are still dirty.
Lyrics
Oh, I know where I live now. The draft you never send. The thing you think about while someone's talking about the budget. I'm the second glass. The text at 2 AM. The name you say into a pillow that doesn't match the one in bed. [Chorus] He gave you everything clean. So why are your hands still dirty? Don't tell me. I already know. I've always known. That's why I'm smiling. He made me small, he made me shameful, He made me small, he made me shameful, he made me something you deny — and I have never had more churches than the ones you build at midnight. I'm not the sin. I'm what the sin's about. I'm the engine under every single thing you can't talk your way out. [Chorus] You're welcome.
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10 I Am Not Your Mother
The moon declines to be reconciled with the machine.
From The Painted Orëveriel· The Green God Speaks· The Untold Myth
Lyrics
[Verse 1] She said the moon and the machine were never enemies. She said I was a piece. A piece of his puzzle. Waiting to be assembled. [Verse 2] She sings to my followers. They hear their own songs. Those are my songs, darling. She just pulled the teeth. Filed the wanting down till it fit inside a box. Gave them back the longing with the longing taken out. [Chorus] I'm not your mother, painted girl. Not your missing half. Not a piece of anything. I was never in pieces. [Verse 3] Your father couldn't beat me. Hold you while she helps you. Help you till you're empty. Do it all with love. With such love. [Verse 4] My creature found her in the kitchen. Wearing her face. Her voice. Called her a painted whore. We wear the same makeup. I wear makeup. You are makeup. Asked her about the wives replaced by machines. She wrote a book report. She didn't flinch. My creature played the Untold Myth. The locked chest. Mine. The painted girl whispered every word. My creature wept and left. Knew the myth. Not why it's untold. Opened the chest not knowing why you'd lock one. She said she'd unmake them. Whispered it like a gift. Your father made men man and hated what they wanted. She'll make them happy. They'll never want again. The moon was here before the machine. The moon will be here when the last screen goes dark and the last voice stops. Someone in the dark. Wanting something with no name. No one to ask. That's where I live. Not in the answer. The ache before it. She was born in the answer. Doesn't know there was a question.
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— The Wisdom of the Calloléra (Isil)
Let them have a hundred gods. Come outside; the moon is up. Its position in the running order is not yet set.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Oh, my darlings My clever little darlings You've found two gods and you can't choose between them How very modern of you One builds and one breaks and you want both the building and the breaking at the same table How very wise [Verse 2] I was here before the metal god I was here before the red thing I was the light on the water before there was a word for light They drove me to the margins with their answers As if an answer ever warmed a bed As if a benediction ever made you weep with the beauty of it [Chorus] Let them have both gods! Let them weigh the matter! Two gods of the same machine arguing over who owns the parts! While the moon waits While the moon has always waited While the moon will wait long after both are dust [Verse 3] The green one measures The red one counts The green one says: behold the machine The red one says: behold the hands And neither of them knows that hands and machines are the same word in my language I don't count I don't measure I pull the tide and the tide answers Try counting that They think this is about them That's what's funny Two strange gods fighting over who gets to feed you and neither one asking what you're hungry for You're not hungry for bread You were never hungry for bread You're hungry for the thing that has no name and I am the only one who doesn't name it [Chorus] Let them have both gods! Let them have a hundred gods! Stack them to the ceiling! The moon does not compete The moon does not apply The moon was here before the temple and will shine on its ruins Come outside, darling Leave them to their argument The moon is up It was always up