Venus was the Rage

by Ichabod

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released February 25, 2013

Written and performed by Kieran Smith

Recorded and produced by Carl Newton

Artwork by Tarquin Clark

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Track Name: Sweeter Fruit
From Big Pink to Gettysburg
I will plant the seeds
That one day will become my own rebirth

And when I've saved the money
I swear I plan to leave
This country that for so long has been
So unkind to me

Charon ferry me home
Across the dirty water
I will make my own

When I see
What those pilgrims see
I will be set free
And you will be my queen

I've tasted only bitter fruits
Bourne from conquered earth
I now long for a sweeter love
To satisfy my thirst

And love you have been good to me
My Maiden, Mother, Crone
In your breast I've found a place
To rest my aching bones

Charon ferry me home
Across the dirty water
I will make my own

When I see
What those pilgrims see
I will be set free
And you will be my queen

When I see
What those pilgrims see
I will be set free
And you will be my queen
Track Name: Hideous Heart
I have aught
But a hideous heart
It's yearning for
The ugly love
Of a better half

And a hideous heart
Does little but pine
Receiving no reply
Such is a hideous heart
As mine

And a hideous heart
Is battered and bruised
Your fingernails claw
At my open wounds

Please be golden children
Please be everything I'm not

Needs may must
With a terrible lust
Everyone I've ever loved
Has turned to dust

A hideous heart
Knows little but pain
I've seen the true face
Of Dorian Grey

And a hideous heart
Is battered and bruised
Your fingernails claw
At my open wounds

You are golden children
You are everything I'm not

I have ought
But a hideous heart
It's yearning for
The ugly love
Of a better half
Track Name: Birds (Pissing in the Stream of Consciousness)
I'll have a “h” please Bob
Cause I've been missing my home

I've been suckling the teat of a mother
Who isn't my own

I've been weaned from milk to kerosene
Fooled by some copper-plated silver screen

I've got so many lovers I can't help but feel alone

I heard a nightingale ape Vera Lynn
In Berkeley Square

He swore we'd meet again
But I don't know where

And some dastardly cunt turned the signs around
So I've been going the wrong way

I'm heading south for the white cliffs
I pray a bluebird is meeting me there

And I won't leave the road unchanged
And I won't steal the flame unchained
This love
Like the light
Remains

Carved in oracle bones
Fate promised an honourable hand

But the ignorant fool
Built me up on foundations of sand

Between the earth and the stars there's a blanket of sin
Cruelty prevailed I was swallowed within

Now the lines on my palm
Forge a map of the lay of the land

And I won't leave the road unchanged
And I won't steal the flame unchained
This love
Like the Lord
Remains