Turn Loose the Swans
Original Version LP Version Cassette Version 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 total time 58:13 total time 58:13 total time 58:13 Bootleg Picture LP Version CD + Velvet Bag Version Japanese Import Version 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 8. Your river (live) 8:10 total time 58:13 total time 58:13 total time 66:22 Digipack Rerelease Version 2CD Version Official Picture LP Version 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 2. Your river 9:24 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 3. The songless bird 7:00 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 7. Black god 4:52 8. Le Cerf Malade 6:31 9. Transcending (into The Exquisite) 8:39 10. Your Shameful Heaven (live) 6:37 --- Bonus Disk: Commentary disc --- 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 2. Your river 9:24 3. The songless bird 7:00 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 7. Black god 4:52 total time 80:00 total time 1:56:26 total time 58:13 LP Rerelease Version 1. Sear me MCMXCIII 7:24 2. Your river 9:24 3. The songless bird 7:00 4. The snow in my hand 7:09 5. The crown of sympathy 12:15 6. Turn loose the swans 10:09 7. Black god 4:52 total time 58:13
Sear Me MCMXCIII Pour yourself into me, our time approaches so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies. We carry them all away, as we glide through their lost eyes. You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arise from your slumber in my arms. Your beauty took the strength from me. In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars. Romantic in our tastes. We are without excuse. We burn in our lust. We die in our eyes and drown in our arms. Your River Your bloodied body is what I cling to. In powerful rain, they laid their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river holds a feast of danger. The suffering you have had to bear. I'd die for that moment one more time. The loved one falls below your ideals. Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. The brave lick their sickening lips. Rigid, handsome and a poet. A king in his passionate castle. Where now? Feed me! Hold me! Save me! Save yourself! Where now? Which way? Dear god, show me. Take your own. Struggle free! Arise! You're Ruined! Stand down! Your kin, piled thick around you. Save yourself! The Songless Bird The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your god. look at the way he stands. The uterine murderess dies herself. Let me show you all my pain. Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. Gone is the day. They that did feed, delicately. Feed on me. The call has come, from bird and beast. Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. And cities of fire, rip through me. My life a widower sad. On your knees, smell your disease. If i live you will be sorry. I have a thousand forms. Uninjured by your tongue. I'm working to ensnare you. Couple your name with cruelty. The mother of dying children. My hatred is unnumbered. It rises in my breast. We've lived with our suffering. But now...? The Snow in My Hands I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine. The flower they carry had once been mine. Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not hurting). I need help, but not from you or yor father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can't bear all this pain. I had watched the snow all day. Falling. It never lets up. All day falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?". The Crown of Sympathy See the light and feel my warm desire, run through my veins like the evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your name before I die. No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see. All a man hath will he give for life? For life that's lost bleeds all over me. I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this. Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire. I'm without fault before the throne of god. Take from me the crown of sympathy. What do you think you'll see? What do you think there will be? Sit down! Did you see the sun? What will we become? Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak his name, behold them, raised, complete and fine. The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take my hand and please walk with me. When I was young the sun did burn my face. I let its love and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of many, in the hush of night. Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth. Come dress me with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep. I wear a terrible mark in my head. my clean, white bed. It calls to me. I must lie down. and I want you to lay with me, in sympathy. No sad "adieus" on a balcony. For one last time, just walk with me. At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved. For deadened, icy pain, covers all the earth. Turn Loose the Swans So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. Elaborate, scented coiffers. Adieu d'amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let the rich give you presents. Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. My mouth eager and wishing. But I return to this nightingale. Her hair all fiery red. Deep it is and wild. my weakness will be fed. Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died. The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses. Tales told in warlike manner. The storyteller by the fire . While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire. You are sweet and fine to listen to. Long tresses about her neck. Yet much is false. This mighty evening, I've seen no face. This is crushing me. My quill it aches. Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft. I'll dwell in desolate cities. You burned my wings. I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. I wanted to touch them all. I wanted to touch them all. Black God Thy every look and every grace so charm whenever I view thee, 'til death overtake me in the chase still will my hopes pursue thee Then when my tedious hours have past, be this my last lesson given low at thine feet to breathe my last and die in sight of heaven. Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Aaron : Vocals Andrew : Guitar Calvin : Guitar Rick : Drums Ade : Bass Martin : Violin / Keyboards Female vocals on "Black God" by Zena Artwork Info Recorded & mixed at Academy Studios, West Yorkshire, in June & July 1993. Engineered by Mags. Produced by My Dying Bride & Mags. Female vocals on Black God by Zena. Cover artwork & photography by Aaron. Layout by Aaron & Andrew. Mastered at transfermation, London by Noel Summerville. Review Somehow the guys from My Dying Bride managed to make an even better cd than their "As the Flower Withers" with this one. The songs are still slow, long and melodic, but the biggest difference is that Aaron also uses a lot of clean vocals and that there's more keyboards and violins in the music. All this have made this cd one of the greatest doom metal releases ever I think. Rating: 9 out of 10