"Little Prayers 1 - 8"

by Johnny Parry

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released January 1, 2008

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Track Name: Little Prayer #1 (Elephant)
Little Prayer No.1 (Elephant)

If you feel cold come back inside,
Because the elephant in the room will catch you,
From the idiots carousel,
That came off my hook,
Now we can wait and pray for forgiveness.

If the one you love did die at birth then howl,
Make the most of it while the universe still is listening,
Throw you woes to the beast,
Tie your soul to the tracks,
And wait and pray for forgiveness.
Track Name: Little Prayer #2 (Autumn)
Little Prayer No.2 (Autumn)

As I lay down against I was back,
I feel into these shackles.
A canvas shapes her back,
Her tattoos are hidden under cherubs.

With autumn reminding me.

I lay into her chest without fear,
That I can't write her love song,
I breath into her saints,
Make them churn, they churn out through sweet nothings.

With autumn reminding me.

Abandoned as a cat,
this frontier of hopefulness is ending.
Replaced by something good,
Somewhere warm,
Replaced with grace by someone.

With autumn reminding me.
Track Name: Little Prayer #3 (Here)
Little Prayer No.3 (Here)

I heard the moon was yours to keep.
I love the way you chose to stay.
Here...
With me.

I heard your scared, well don't be scared.
I've built a cage to keep you safe.
Here...
With me.
Track Name: Little Prayer #4 (At War)
Little Prayer No.4 (At War)

Blasphemous whore of love,
March with me through thorns,
Whimper and scratch the skin off my back,
And dig our trench with your hands.

So it's strange and its ripe to be yours at war,
So we gave them a chance to run, my love.

Platoons of eels will siege at night,
Hold the ruins, my love.

So the ballroom's still dead,
But there's you,
And if you should fall,
In arms, my love,
Take as many of them down,
With you as you can.

So it's strange and its ripe to be yours at war,
So we gave them a chance to run, my love.
Track Name: Little Prayer #5 (Hospital Walls)
Little Prayer No.5 (Hospital Walls)

Our brother waits by the window,
For your return,
I swear that I would get you,
If I could wheel this chair through the snow.

The old girl has for years now,
Been searching,
Every corner of the church.

With these hands I surrender,
My wounds,
Love embedded in my cruel,

Cast away this withered willow,
I can make it on my own.

Tethered harness,
Holds me up still,
Faith can trust this,
Fortified will.

Lovers that love,
Through hospital walls.
Track Name: Little Prayer #6 (Bloody Grave)
Little Prayer No.6 (Bloody Grave)

Met me by the church,
Say goodbyes and let me spill my tears,
Place us in our jar,
But first let me catch your precious cheek.

I'll take you to my bloody grave,
Seal these bones all around you name.

I'll take this love home,
I'll take my hands from around my neck,
Place them closely upon your back,
Love will laugh at this sentimental man.

I'll take you to my bloody grave,
Seal these bones all around you name,
I love the way that you brought me back,
I love you like I'm always sad.
Track Name: Little Prayer #7 (Lucy´s Ghosts)
Little Prayer No.7 (Lucy's Ghost)

So now let's lay it to rest,
So we can quarantine something,
And I can consummate my marriage with the city,
Just to spite you.

Now that it's all off our chest,
We can embrace the ceasefire,
And we can curl into a violent slumber,
For good measure.

One day you'll find host that were mine,
Plucked from the branches just for you, Lucy.

Now that my motorcar's dead,
We can pillage some horses,
And we can ride around like men do full of bloodshed,
In the springtime.

For now I'll be vultures instead,
Of the ambulance you signed up for,
And using euthanasia to estrange her from the fiction,
That I gave her.

One day you'll find host that were mine,
Plucked from the branches just for you, Lucy.
Track Name: Johnny Parryy - Little Prayer #8 (Ships)
Little Prayer No.8 (Ships)

I'll prove that I'm good once the ringing has stopped,
And I'll challenge all thats bad, once I know that I'm not,
And we can feast on the priest,
My Lady of Shallot,

I'll heave great ships up the hill where you live,
You'll see the scars on my back and you'll be forced to forgive,
Then I'll rename your kids,
After each of my sins.

This downfall was premeditated the paintings were already painted,
With a sheen that made it seem that we did all that we could,
The banquet lay upon the table,
We chewed of the gristle to ensure our fable,
Was glorious in it's turmoil and lack of success.
The meat dripped down onto our laps,
We scoffed and dribbled like jolly old chaps,
I had a lapse my mind collapsed, we acted like the diplomats.
I shook my hair rid of the bats,
I said I loved her and that was that,
Then I rhymed the words cat with mat,
We vomited into our hats.
In anger the diners burst they're fat,
The swine across from me kicked my sack,
They dunked my head in to the vat and re-shaved the skin right off my back.

I'll prove that I'm good once the ringing has stopped,
And I'll challenge all thats bad, once I know that I'm not,
And we can feast on the priest,
My Lady of Shallot,

I'll heave great ships up the hill where you live,
You'll see the scars on my back and you'll be forced to forgive,
Then I'll rename your kids,
After each of my sins.

We grew our beards became tongue in cheek,
The truth we once told became far to bleak,
We swore by the law that these things we would never speak.
Our lives now metaphors and similes,
Stripped from the mountains dressed as christmas trees,
We communicate in imagery make as little sense as can be.
We stumble out into the deep blue sea and swim as deep as deep can be,
In the hope to be put out of our misery,
Set free to be a great tragedy.
But full of hot air we float back to the surface,
And continue to to write songs without purpose,
Churn through the same thoughts to ensure you heard us,
Omitting anything that truly burnt us.

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