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Graveyard Sex

by Chris Connelly

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dub orange thank you for another wonderful album. with chris connelly you can't go wrong. like all good music it becomes better and better with every listening. it is dark beauty. Favorite track: The Hypnotic Stand-by.
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GRAVEYARD SEX CRAWLING OUT OF A BREAKNECK LAKE WITHOUT THE POWER TO BREATHE INTO A FROST OF A LIFE ONCE LOST THERE’S NOTHING HERE TO RETRIEVE IN WHISPERED SHORES HE IS WELCOME FORGOTTEN AND FATALE HE’S COMING OUT OF A DEEP SLEEP TO SING HIS OWN CHORALE THE SHOWERS AIM TO HIDE THE LOSS OF BLOOD BUT LOVE, HE WAS A BAD BOY AND HE CLAIMED NOT TO BELIEVE YOU AND HE CLAIMED TO BE A FLAME LIKE YOU AND HE CLAIMED HE’D NEVER LEAVE YOU BUT HE ONLY LIVED TO BLEED YOU HE LOOKED FOR SIGNS IN HIS CIGARETTES HE STABBED THE SMOKE WITH HIS TAIL HE BUILT A WALL ROUND HIS GRAVEYARD SEX THE FELINES LINED UP TO WAIL THESE SACRED STARES THROUGH DEFEATED PLANS MOVE AT THE SPEED OF YOUR PLIGHT HIS ONLY STANCE IS SOMNAMBULANT BUT HE’S NOT WELCOME TONIGHT THE CRUEL VISTAS TRY TO BLAME THE SUN AND HE PUT THE DUST INTO DAYLIGHT AND HE PAINTS WITH FLAME TO MAKE IT RIGHT AND HE USED YOUR SCENT TO FIND YOU AT NIGHT AND HE WANTS TO KISS BUT HE CAN ONLY BITE HE BUILDS A WALL ROUND HIS NAKED PLIGHT
2.
INFINITE LAST WISH GOD, WE WERE TRYING TO FIND THE VINES SOME INVISIBLE CAUSEWAY TO SHELTER MORE SILENT, MORE CLANDESTINE MIGHTY WATER, SHARPENED STONE NAME OF LOVER CARVED BY WIND CHILL OH MY VOICE ABOVE THE WIND DIES MAGNETIC NORTH IN YOUR INTERIOR MORE SILENT A SACRIFICE LESS FACE, MORE OCCLUDED SURFACE WE ARE DONE STATIC RAINING COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR A CURLING EDGE DOES NOT A BOAT MAKE, AND NEVER WILL WE WAIT RIVER DEEP TO MOUNTAIN STEEPLECHASE DREADED FORESIGHT WEAKENED PARADISE NAME OF LOVE REVERSED IN WHISPERS TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
3.
Silk Balune 03:33
SILK BALUNE CRAWL THROUGH THE CURTAINS TO THE SEA LANDSCAPES OF FINITE FORCE DISSOLVE IN ME I PUT NO PRESSURE ON THE STORM TO SCALE LIGHT THROUGH YOUR BRINY BLISTERS BEFORE YOU SAIL YOUR ANCHOR FLED THE STORM LIKE A SILK BALUNE NO WEALTH OF MAGNET WAVES WILL INTERRUPT THE MOON A SIGNAL LOST IN SHOCK WILL FATHOMS FREEZE THE TICK TOCK OF THE LIGHTHOUSE ROCK THAT NO ONE SEES CONSIDER THE CLIFFS YOU CLIMB DESPITE YOUR WOUND SHINE THE SILK BALUNE A GAINING RESOLVE REJECTS IT ALL DON’T FALL SHINE THE SILK BALUNE
4.
LINDSAY COOPER ALL BREATHE THE PERSPEX AIR THE ENGINE WHERE COMPOSER’S LUST, PAGE TURNER IN HER DRESS, AT BEST WOOD FEEL THE FINGERS ON A WOODWIND SOUL TOO FRAUGHT THE POLITICS STOPPED THE SCRIPT YOU PURSED YOUR LIPS PLEASE DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS THE HAND’S DISDAIN OF SPEECH AND LIGHT AND MOMENTS PASS BEFORE YOU TRY TO ASK LONG SHADOW BETWEEN THE BOWS AND DRUMS AND STARES ITALIAN AIR WILL RAISE THE RED AND DONNA WAVES TO LINDSAY DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS NO TIDE IS TWILIGHT PULL YOU OUT OF CRUELTY YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS AND NOW THE REED IS TANGLED IT CANNOT PLAY ITSELF SOFTLY IT MOCKS YOU A PURGATORY OF ORCHESTRAL ECHOES THEATRE GHOSTS CRUMBLING TRAVELLED ROADS DON’T CONNECT BUT THE NIGHTS ARE NOW CONNECTED THE WOODWIND ALL DISSECTED THE BRAVERY OF SEX THE BRAVERY OF GENDER THE BREVITY OF A LIFE
5.
THE HYPNOTIC STAND-BY (FOR BILL & FRANKIE) WE STRING THE HARBOUR LIGHTS IN SHAPES SUGGESTING HEAVEN THE MOST UNCERTAIN PLACE TO BE KNOCK ON EFFECT OF SHIPWRECK LIE TO CLOSE TO JETTY GHOSTS REPLACE THE POEM WITH THE SEA SKETCHES OF ROBERT WYATT’S SMILING FACE DECORATE SKIES, IMPLIES MIST ON THE OUTSTRETCHED MEADOW BY YOUR HOME KEEPING THE CHORDS INSIDE WE CLOSED STRIATIONS WITH THE SOLAR SYSTEM’S ENERGY AND VOLUME’S COMPROMISED BY US YOU CLIMB SEDATION LIKE A MOUNTAIN GULL WITH FEATHER’S GREY AND FALL DOEN INTRAVENOUS TERMINAL FLIGHTS AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTD REVIVE THE PATTERN WITH A BRUSH JADE GREEN ON CANVAS SCREEN DECLARES A WAR ON RAIN WE’LL LOSE OUR PIGMENTS IF WE MUST
6.
THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT WHEN WE ARE HALF COLLAPSED WE RECOGNIZE THE HEAT AND IT’S A TRICKLE DOWN FROM TERRACES TO TERMINUS THEN THE LIGHT DISPATCHES PROMISE UNLIKELY AND UNKIND SO PRECIOUS IN IT’S DARKEST OF CONCEITS THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT…. WHEN YOU BRACE YOURSELF TO JUMP YOU’LL BE INTERRUPTED SLOW MOTION SINKS LIKE STONE IN THE SILT OF SORROW YOU’RE THE FIRST TO KILL SURVIVAL SKILLS MALNOURISHED, RANK AND HOPELESS YOU’RE THE FIRST TO PAINT THE RAPTURE AS DEFEAT, THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT….
7.
Mesmerido 04:13
MESMERIDO DON’T SLOW IT DOWN, DRIVE AROUND IT’S THE CLOSEST THING TO FALLING BACK IN LOVE MESMERIDO A SWATHE SLITS THE PRIZE HYPNOTIZED NO MORE FALLING BACK IN LOVE, YOU PANIC: JUST A MESMERIDO (SAME DESCENT AND SAME DECISION, SOMEBODY I KNOW…) CLIMB BY DESIGN IN YOUR TIME THEN YOU’RE CLOSE ENOUGH TO STRAY FROM YOUR REFLECTION MESMERIDO SMOKE REPLACE STREAM YOU HAVE SEEN IT’S YOUR SPINE, TOO SERPENTINE CUTS THE CITY MESMERIDO…..
8.
FOR THE LOVE OF THE TENSION FOR THE LOVE OF THE TENSION THE PEAL OF THE BELLS TO FLY SO MUCH FURTHER YOU NEVER CAN TELL I’M RESTRICTING THE MOVEMENT WITH A FLICK OF THE WRIST I RESOLVE MY ASCENSION BY PLANNING THIS…..
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Looking For A Coda BEFORE YOU EVEN START YOU LOOK FOR A CODA SOMETHING TO STARE DOWN THE STRENGTH YOU IMPLIED THE BIRTH YOU DENIED THE WORDS YOU WROTE ON THE AIR AS A LURE BUT THROUGH THE MIST THEY’RE OBSCURED IT’S NOT ENOUGH OF A CODA IT’S NOT ENOUGH OF A CODA IT HAS TO BE MORE OF A LIFELINE TO RUSTED SHORES FLEETING CLIFFS THEY IMPLORE DRAGGING SHAME ACROSS RAINCLOUDS HURRY BACK TO YOUR BURDEN FLEETING CLIFFS LIKE THEY’RE CURTAINS BEFORE YOU EVEN START

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released November 11, 2020

Chris Connelly - 'Graveyard Sex'
(ARMCD074)

All compositions by CHRIS CONNELLY except “YOU FORGET TO ANSWER” written by NICO and published by BEE BEE MUSIC.

PRODUCED BY CHRIS BRUCE & CHRIS CONNELLY
MIXED BY CHRIS BRUCE

CHRIS CONNELLY: VOCALS, GUITAR, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, BASS, GUITAR SYNTHESISER, KEYBOARDS.
CHRIS BRUCE: ADDITIONAL PROGRAMMING, BASS, GUITAR AND KEYBOARDS.

Recorded at THE ROCK NOIR, December / March 2020

Dedicated with undying love to BILL RIEFLIN, my friend, my mentor and lifelong inspiration.

Very Special thanks to JESSICA DRENKEL. Thanks as always to KIMBERLY BLESSING.

Mastered at EPIC AUDIO MEDIA by JULES SEIFERT

Original sound recordings owned by SHIPWRECKED INDUSTRIES
and licensed to ARMALYTE INDUSTRIES.

PHOTOGRAPHY : DERICK SMITH
MODEL: COURTNEY MAE
THANKS TO BRIAN JAMES DICKIE
MAKE UP FOR MR. CONNELLY: KAREN BRODY
LAYOUT: VLAD MCNEALLY

The book “THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT” 40 years of lyrics and poems by CHRIS CONNELLY is available now.

www.chrisconnelly.com

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Chris Connelly Chicago, Illinois

Chris Connelly is a Scottish-born, Chicago-based singer-songwriter. Known equally for his lush, melodic solo work as well as for his participation in the industrial music scene, Chris is also the author of four books.

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