Samuel Aging - Assembly of Dust
Written by:Reid Genauer
Samuel aging spalding was from spokane
Right around the corner from the church
Just above his temples he was balding
Hear him pray hear him pray
You bestow your blessing
On the heads of the living
His words are like a soft bell
Listen to the dead voice and
The silence that is ringing
Like an echo in a dying well
Well he dipped his pen in
Ink and stayed up writing
Half that night and the following day
Breathing smoke and doing coke
And fighting to stay awake
To stay awake
If a thousand chandeliers
Could have been there shining
In the country of a cold sleep
He might've been steered
To a faith that was blinding
Instead of stumbling in his own defeat
Samuel
You said too much
Samuel
There's always something
There behind you samuel
Your sentence dead five
Times before it hit the ground
And it the ground and it sounds like
Well he raked his eyes
And read what he had laid down
His tongue was dry his
Eyes were moist and red
Exhuasted from the work
He went and laid down
And the writing read
And the writing read
Run walk or stagger to
You old lifes hanging
It doesn't matter if
It feels right
Funnel yourself through
To the world your planning
Riding on your insight
Spells and curses bells and churches
Peeling bells the silence swells
Spells and curses bells and churches
Peeling bells the silence swells
Spells and curses bells and churches
Peeling bells the silence swells
Spells and curses bells and churches
Peeling bells the silence swells
Silence swells
Silence swells
Silence swells