Blood and Bone

Album cover art for "Blood and Bone" by Tindersticks & Sidonie Osborne-Staples

Tindersticks & Sidonie Osborne-Staples - Rock

Blood and Bone

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And then I thought I saw something Somewhere far in the distance At least two hours on foot Some place where, perhaps, I might find something Something important, once mine A part of me, and then I thought "What if I could reach out, and get there And bring it back?" This way I am more like you And you are more like her And she is more like him And he is more like us And we are more like them, all of them This is me, flattering, don't you think? What am I really? Expanding greyness? Blood and bone? Blood and bone? Rather exposing, now Naked teeth, Benadryl Naked teeth, Benadryl Would you have recognised me? If only I hadn't told you If only they hadn't shown you I could still have a face Is there anything worse than being transparent? Is there anything worse than being transparent? I'm data now I'm data, data I am data, only data Without face, without shape, without soul I am data, I am data, see me, study me Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape Without shape, without soul, layer by layer (data, I am data) I appear, the warmth rapidly draining Layer by layer, and you see right through me Is there anything worse than being transparent? Fires unfelt going around my feed Temperature dropping, anxiety rising Blood and bone, blood and bone Closed lips, concealed hooks I wonder what will become of my last hiding place Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter? Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape Without shape, without soul, layer by layer See me, study me Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape Without shape, without soul, layer by layer Without soul (data, I am data) See me, study me Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape Without shape, without soul, layer by layer I appear, the warmth rapidly draining Layer by layer, you see right through me I wonder what will become of my last hiding place Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter?

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Credits

Writers
  • Stuart A. Staples
  • Sidonie Osborne-Staples