- OCTOBER RUST -

the album

contents:



1. BAD GROUND

2.

3. LOVE YOU TO DEATH

4. BE MY DRUIDESS

5. GREEN MAN

6. RED WATER (Christmas Mourning)

7. MY GIRLFRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND

8. DIE WITH ME

9. BURNT FLOWERS FALLEN

10. IN PRAISE OF BACCHUS

11. CINNAMON GIRL

12. The Glorious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of Vinnland by the Combined Forces of the United Territories of Europa

13. WOLF MOON (incl. Zoanthropic Paranoia)

14. HAUNTED

15.



  • Love You To Death


    In her place one hundred candles burning
    as salty sweat drips from her breast
    her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
    They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get...

    Black lipstick stains her class of red wine
    I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
    Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying
    They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...

    I beg to serve, your wish is my law
    Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
    Shall I prove I mean what i'm saying, begging
    I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...


    Let me love you too
    Let me love you to death

    Hey am I good enough for you?
    Hey am i good enough for you?
    Am I?
    Am I?
    Am I good enough
    for you?



  • Be my Druidess


    Be my druidess
    Be my everything

    Around the dyre, a circle of thirteen
    Thoughout these woods, ecstatic screams
    I look deeply into your eyes
    I smell your hair, caress your thighs


    Now we'll make love by fire light
    A blaze so high it lights the night
    Long fingernails dug in my skin
    Yourself so wet invites me in


    Our lust increased feeds desire
    As we combust, yeah we on fire
    I feel you shake so deep inside
    O oh scream my name and hold me tight


    I'll do anything to make you come


  • Green Man


    Spring won't come, the need of strife
    To struggle to be freed from hard ground
    The evening mists that creep and crawl
    Will drench in the dew and so drown


    I'm the green man
    The green man


    Sol in prime sweet summertime
    Cast shadows of doubt on my face
    A midday sun, its caustic hues
    Refracting within the still lake


    Autumn in her flaming dress
    Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
    My mistress of the frigid night
    I worship pray to on my knees


    Winter's breath of filthy snow
    Befrosted paths to the unknown
    Have my lips turned true purple
    Life is coming to an end
    So says me, me wiccan friend
    Nature coming full circle


    I'm the green man
    The green man



  • Red Water (Christmas Mourning)


    Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
    Those loved have long since gone
    The stocking are hung but who cares
    preserved for those no longer there
    six feet beneath me sleep

    Black lights hang from the tree
    accents of dead holly

    Whoa mistletoe
    (It's growing cold)
    I'm seeing ghost
    (I'm drinking old)
    Red water
    Red water
    Red water chase them away

    My tables been set for but seven
     just last year i dined with eleven
     goddamn ye merry gentlemen

    Whoa mistletoe
    (It's growing cold)
    I'm seeing ghosts
    (I'm drinking old)
    Red water
    Red water
    Red water chase them away.

  • My Girlfriend's Girlfriend


    It's no secret we're close
    As sweaty velcro
    Like latex, fur and feathers
    Stuck together
    Now

    In their '62 'vette
    Sharing one cigarette
    In a black light trance then
    Go go dance
    Then
    Go go trance
    Then

    They keep me warm on cold nights
    We must be quite a sight
    In our meat triangle
    All tangled
    Wow

    My girlfriend's girlfriend
    She looks like you
    My girlfriend's girlfriend
    She's my girl too

    Her and me an her and she and me
    An uncrowded couple are we three
    Hey we don't care what people say
    When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway
    Two for one today

    My girlfriend's girlfriend
    She looks like you
    My girlfriend's girlfriend
    She's my girl


  • Die With Me


    Now like a bir
    d she flew away
    to chase her dreams
    of books and praise
    still I miss her
    yeah I miss her
    since she's gone

    at JFK
    who played the fool?
    self pitty sick
    jet fuel perfume
    still I miss her
    yeah I miss her
    since she's gone

    girl I want to die with you
    in each others arms
    we'll drown in flame

    if this time were the last time
    could i hold you all life long?
    since this time is the last time
    can I hold you all night long?

    lay your head down for the last time

    hey KLM
    AT&T
    the uk post system
    do you still love me?
    still I miss her
    yeah I miss her
    since she's gone


  • Burnt Flowers


    yeah i think she's falling out of love
    yeah i think she's falling out of love

    yeah i think she's falling out of love
    yeah i think she's falling out of love

    all of the flowers
    all of the flowers i gave her
    she burned them
    burned them

  • In Praise of Bacchus


    Hey Bacchus
    She hates me
    Hey Bacchus
    She hates me

    The street lamps light a wet old red hook road
    A furry vino tinted slave
    Molten oil painted Brooklyn bridge
    (cobblestone grave)

    A lonely blue girl guards the river red
    She shakes her brown torch at the tide
    On Pier Six we'd creep and count the cracks
    (side by side, see, we're counting cracks)

    Your mom was out wearing herself inside
    I'll stop the train to say hello
    A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car
    (I said I know)

    ~togetherburn~

    She said burn
    Together
    Burn
    We'll burn together

    Now don't believe she'll never leave again
    I can't forget the words she said back when

    She said burn
    We'll burn together

  • Cinnamon Girl


    by Neil Young


    I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
    I could be happy the rest of my life
    With a cinnamon girl.

    A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
    You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
    My cinnamon girl.

    Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
    The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
    For his cinnamon girl.

    A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
    You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
    My cinnamon girl.

    Pa sent me money now
    I'm gonna make it somehow
    I need another chance
    You see your baby loves to dance
    Yeah...yeah...yeah.

  • Wolf Moon (including Zoanthropic Paranoia)


    The 28th day
    She'll be bleeding again
    And in lupine ways
    We'll alleviate the pain

    Unholy water
    Sanguine addiction
    Those silver bullets
    A last blood benediction

    It is her moon time
    When there's iron in the air
    A rusted essence
    Woman may I know you're there

    Hey wolf moon
    Come cast your spell on me
    Hey wolf moon
    Come cast your spell on me

    Don't spill a drop dear
    Let me kiss the curse away
    Yourself in my mouth
    Will you leave me with your taste?

    Beware
    The woods at night
    Beware
    The lunar light

    So in this gray haze
    We'll be meating again
    And on that great day
    I will tease you all the same

  • Haunted


    A swollen sun melting at the horizon
    Between the sheets I wait for her to come

    A living flame, impossible to resist
    Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick

    I'm haunted
    I'm haunted
    I'm haunted (by her)

    Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
    Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon

    I hate the morning
    I hate the morning

    From the panes a green mist swirls
    Is it a shadow of reflection
    This apparition in moon beams bathed
    A voice like wind through trees beckons
    Cool rain on hot summer stone
    The odor fills my presence
    Of freshly dug grave and death and nigh
    t These things are her essence
    Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
    your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
    My goddess of the violet twilight
    You are lust incarnate
    In the sweat of my bed
    The eastern sky hints of dawning
    Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
    Oh how I hate the morning

    I hate the morning (light)
    I hate the morning (light)

    FUNCTIONLESS ART IS SIMPLY TOLERATED VANDALISM
    WE ARE THE VANDALS

  • Copyright 1996, Type O Negative
    Released on RoadRunneR Records
    All Rights Reserved

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