Emma Ruth Rundle - Body

Come if you’re able
tears like the leaves fall down
scenes from your table
we’re moving the body now

Some silence has lifted you from a world unkind
a shroud we have fitted
a sick sad world that you leave behind
but I hear you say…

“You know my arms are always around you”

Moving the body now
we’re moving the body now

A book, a piano
gifts from the muse, in your selfless way
my teacher, my feeder
this red hair’s going nowhere since you went away

I dream her, I see her
The softness of the hands I'm holding in my mind
If only I could keep her
I'm still a little girl that needs you one more time

You said your arms were always around me

I’m moving my body now
just moving my body now

though I’ve been reaching out
through all the years, and the years go by
though I can’t feel you now
- still I can’t feel you near my side

I can’t feel your arms around me
I can’t feel your arms around me anymore

Emma Ruth Rundle - Razor’s Edge

Spending all my money as the petty cash of youth runs out
Burying my body but the dogs keep digging
Lay around Lazarus, roll the stone - that I might feel
Just enough for both of us to let me rise through the eye of the needle
If you have something left, don’t be holding out

If you have something for me, don’t be holding out

‘Cause I’ll be dancing on the razor’s edge just to feel its power
To be heathen in the gasoline for cheap heat of an hour
I’ll be spinning like the girl in glass slippers at the last supper
There’s no need to check the weather as my winter’s never over

If you have something for me, don’t be holding out

Pass it to me honey as my sweetness and my lights dim down
Numbing out nightmare but I just keep grinning
Play it down, Magdalena, no one knows that you've come undone
Looking down the mirror at the demon that I have become

If you have something left, don’t be holding out
and if I have something left, I’m sure I haven’t found it

But I’ll be dancing on the razor’s edge just to feel its power
To be heaving in the gasoline for cheap heat of an hour
I’ll be spinning like the girl in glass slippers at the last supper
There’s no need to check the weather as my winter never ends

I’ll be dancing on the razor’s edge then
I’ll be spinning like the girl in glass then

If I had something left, I still haven’t found it
If I have something left, I might never find it out

Emma Ruth Rundle - Blooms of Oblivion

Judas come close to me
Visit in visions
Tell me the story of how
you swing like an actor in the greyest of gardens
your tongue hanging free from you mouth

Down at the methadone clinic we waited
hoping to take home your cure
The curdling cowards, the crackle of china
you say that its making you pure

And just like Flowers for Algernon
something's diminished
There’s a love like you've never known pinned to your finish
One, two, six underfoot and you will rise
And in all of your blooms of oblivion
I love you

See?

Maker, I'm close to you
to deal your departure
to make sure you’re nailed to the ground
and all of the glamours, of treacherous traitors
have all run away from you now

I will stand over you
to breathe in your vapor
as pieces and parts, they dissolve
You plead you as failure
You wait for a savior
but leave knowing nothing’s resolved

And we bring flowers from Albion up to your vision
Hold back the love that you've never known
you've only this prison
Straight to the hangman’s noose, are we born this way?
Handing down a fistful of sorries you will never say
I love you

See?
Say

Emma Ruth Rundle - In My Afterlife

Taken to task in some Engine of Hell
I lacked the toll to cross the river there
someone forgot to put the sterling on my brow
Gone from a world, that I might sail

Taken to plow off this debt somehow
Somewhere in the outer planets
I think that its cold but I'm not sure that this is my body
I was robbed of my mask in some engine of Hell

I have a feeling that I might be here a while
you might want to call in a maid to help keep you clean
But I remembered all of your lines from life
And told them to my keeper
He said that you were funny but a liar
Some dark deceiver
Some dark deceiver.

Now I'm free drifting though Saturn’s debris
things cut and floating through a blackness that never seems to end
I think if I willed it, I could return home
But the warmth of the sun, it has become searing

I have a feeling that I might float here a while
Rift and directionless, that I might spin myself
But I remembered all of your lines from the living
And told them to my nearest keeper
A distant star there was laughing
Said you were funny and now we’re free

And now we’re free.>