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From: We Are the Romans (1999)
Lyrics:
Anchored awake
Wringing my hands
Weighing my time
Running down dreams
Buying my life
Patience is a girl I've been trying to
Forget about, to forget about
Always rearing her ugly head
When I'm choosing, choosing, she's losing, losing
She's the one who still sits alone
Her comforting smile
Saves me
From making
The same mistake
Drag it out of me
Take what you've got, make it better
Take what you've got, it could always be better
I feel the loss, I bear my own cross
Enjoying the last
Seconds we have
My unseen dictator
Grasps throats with both hands
With both hands
It brings about euthanasia
Who holds my fate in their hands?
Who holds my fate?
Not you
Not you
Endless
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
From: We Are the Romans (1999)
Lyrics:
Anchored awake
Wringing my hands
Weighing my time
Running down dreams
Buying my life
Patience is a girl I've been trying to
Forget about, to forget about
Always rearing her ugly head
When I'm choosing, choosing, she's losing, losing
She's the one who still sits alone
Her comforting smile
Saves me
From making
The same mistake
Drag it out of me
Take what you've got, make it better
Take what you've got, it could always be better
I feel the loss, I bear my own cross
Enjoying the last
Seconds we have
My unseen dictator
Grasps throats with both hands
With both hands
It brings about euthanasia
Who holds my fate in their hands?
Who holds my fate?
Not you
Not you
Endless


![Protomartyr - A Private Understanding (Album Version)
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From: Relatives in Descent (2017)
Lyrics:
Not by my own hand
Automatic writing by phantom limb
Not with my own voice
Pleurisy made to stand on two legs
Thats how I bar my door
In this age of blasting trumpets
Paradise for fools
Infinite wrath
In the lowest deep a lower depth
I dont want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Conscience wakes despair
The night is an accumulation of dark air
The scholar will be forever poor
Gross gold runs headlong to boor
I dont want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Call me Heraclitus The Obscure
Constantly weeping because the river doesnt move
It doesnt flow
Its been leaded by snider men to make a profit from the poor
I dont want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
People live with a private understanding
Sorrows the wind blowing through
Truth is hiding in the wire
Elvis outside of Flagstaff
Driving a camper van
Looking for meaning in a cloud mass
Sees the face of Joseph Stalin
And is disheartened
Then the wind changed the cloud into his smiling Lord
And he was affected profoundly
But he could never describe the feeling
He passed away on the bathroom floor
Shes just trying to reach you
[Guitarist] Greg [Ahee] had given me a demo of this song at the very beginning of thinking about the next record. Even in that form it sounded like it could be the opening salvo and he was thinking the same thing. After that agreement, we put it aside and it cleared up my anxiety knowing that it was lurking in the background somewhere. Any little inspiration or dumb bit of line I came up with got thrown in there at some point. Pretty early on I had, ‘She’s just trying to reach you,’ but I didn’t know who ‘she’ was or what she was trying to say. I’m still not one hundred percent certain. I also knew I wanted to start the album with an apology or a warning that whatever followed was maybe not completely true. Those two ideas were all I had — the one line and feeling I needed to cover my ass.
Reading The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton was a big inspiration. It was heartening to read that a guy in the 1700s was wrestling with the sadness of living and the inequities of the world. ‘The more things change,’ and all that. It’s where I found out about Heraclitus, which gave me a roundabout way of singing about the Flint water crisis. I guess that part is about the unceasing wheel of tragedies and how the Flint story has receded from the headlines even though the man-made suffering remains. The Elvis story is from a biography by Peter Guralnick. Al Stewart also wrote a song about the same part in the book, which I didn’t know about until recently. I guess that proves it was the most interesting part.
–Joe Casey Protomartyr - A Private Understanding (Album Version)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/u4Vjrd-ziR0/mqdefault.jpg)







