More songs by Dove Ellis
Description
Nightmares know how to disguise themselves as dancing lights. It seems like a club, music, a crowd of feet moving in an endless rhythm “back and forth,” but inside, memories of red blades and heavy dreams still rustle. The city can slam shut in front of you like a shop window after closing time, but someone's outstretched hand suddenly breaks that lock. The song is like a strange parade of images - from milk deals to cracked heels - as if the chaos of the streets and dreams has merged into a single stream. And in this stream there is room for dance, which pulls out all the darkness until it begins to glow with neon.
Lyrics and translation
Original
From your grace
The sadist fails their red blade
A-rallying, tallying
Each head in each fog town
Thought must I really lust?
Or knelt at the furless pulpit
The harrying, carrion
Nightmare
You dreamed it, you dreamed it
So take the words of your tragic fight
And dance them down to that new club
All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out
Long nights, are you smelling them now?
Lights all closed, whole cities lock you out
With the magnates and the pigeons
Yet you, my love, extend your hand
Even when I'm stuck nowhere in my van
Nightmares
You dreamed them up, you did
So take the words of your tragic fight
Dance them down to that new club
All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
Long nights, are you smelling them now?
To the back teeth
To the front teeth
To the split tyres
To the penthouse
To the juice shack
To the lair back
To the packed mass
To the milk deal
To the wax seal
And the clean up
And the cut eyes
And the clogged ear
To the stair talk
And the dark feel
To the cracked heel
To the sandals