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West of Zanzibar

by Subterranean Howl

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Is this the end? Is the subject closed? I don't know Did I begin? Where did it start? I tell you, I don't know When did the clouds gather? When did they break apart? When did your teeth sink in? And when we pass will you remember me or has the engine stopped? Shall we sing dirges? Shall we sing requiems? Shall we sing hymns to make us stand together? I don't know Shall I feel happy that you're gone away? Gone to a better place? Shall I rejoice that you're not with me? I don't know Shall I miss you? Yes .
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If I were the devil I'd make you shout and scream At just the thought of me If I were the devil I'd make you clutch the earth Just to feel my shadow I'd make you chew my food and you would revel in the poison That they bring to me If I were the prince and every morning saw my glory This Sun would set your feet on fire If I were the devil I'd burn all your books And you'd just read my name If I were the devil all the soldiers would die in vain Just to see my face Feel my embrace If I were the devil I would swallow every soul And you would beg them out Like Ruth before her king If I were the devil I would coil and constrict you And then let you go Because hell is being alone
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Voices fog amid the spoken midst Darkness burgles from the eyes and mind Ask the fair ones where we go from here Flatlining on a beggar's grave My son you're born into an age of fire With window locks and bars on every door When piece just interrupts the tide of war Flatlining on a beggar's grave Lovely ghosts I'll keep for always Lonely ghosts eternity deepens I guess we're not the supermen Now the earth will inherit us Tell me, How did it come to this? Flatlining on a beggar's grave In this bazaar of philosophies In this carnival of human thought How did baseness have its way with us? Flatlining on a beggar's grave Between simpletons and politics Between Zion and the desolate We pitched our tents against death's shadow hills Flatlining on a beggar's grave
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When all the old truths fail you Father step down When stars no longer guide you Father step down Relinquish control over me Blinding and false Fleet foot and free Separated as prisms of light Judge with a smile Kill with a kiss When every home is empty Mother step down When everything is bracken Mother step down Relinquish control over me Blinding and false Fleet foot and free Separated as prisms of light Judge with a smile Kill with a kiss Magicians and carnival clowns Distractions and fog Visions of sound As stained glass corrupting the mind Don't let me know Just let me believe
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I hope you get away I hope you can escape There's no reason to believe I won't keep you here with me In this black hole in a box black hole in a box
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I hope everything will come back to me And I hope we can retrace our steps For I have seen trees walking away Words floating from the page My heart's in these words I can't recall But I know just what they mean I hope memories will come crying out Crying happy, crying sad I don't care I just want them back For I have seen things blotted away A worlds of disappearing ink And blinding transparency My heart's in these words I can't recall But I know just what they mean I hope everyone is coming back And I'll see heaven half asleep Wondering what's become of me For I have seen worlds spinning away Black hole devil taking things That all used to belong to me My heart's in these words I can't recall But I know just what they mean
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Na morte de uma flor Os bosques vao chorar Mais eu sou nimguem E a onde eu pisar Orelhos nao vao ouvir Olhos nao vao ver E o mundo continua Sem me entender A natureza nao explica Porque somos assim Quero me transformar Equal um anjo ascendendo A alma nao vai fugir O medo passara Posso ver voce subir Contigo quero estar
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Beautiful day False as sunshine falling She was crossing the grass Looking like springtime falling That perfect green grass That perfect sky Her perfect dress This perfect day She passed through the heat Knowing inside was nothing The budding leaves Blossoms and flowers Nothing My words mean nothing My arms are flesh and bone I'll never let you go I'll choose the silence When the beat is lost Nothing can make nothing She holding ashes and I'm holding ashes And it's done My jealous heart My ruptured chest I'll never let you go I'll choose the silence Years can pass But nothing can fill up nothing The edges erode Idol holes beget canyons The distance now Now far enough I'll never let you go I'll choose the silence
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When will I stop missing you when you're here? When will I start sleeping with the lights out 'cuz I can feel you in the atmosphere? I won't have to see your chest moving When will I stop missing you when you're here? When will i start kissing with my eyes closed And stop looking for a girl that i once kissed? I don't need a heart in a sling or a cold compress No knee shall bow This Yankee's gone home And I don't seek revelation from a closed book Not in the fire Not in the storm Not in the earthquake When will i stop missing you when you're here?
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My eyes stay closed I don't notice a thing Blood in their teeth I don't notice a thing Hell is feeling I don't notice a thing
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Ears land upon a xenophon They can't translate But if I knew you like you knew I could see through you like you see through me I could see fate slipping away Can't exhale This is the tale I can't shake But if I knew you like you knew me If I could break through this frozen sea The arctic waves in cold disarray I wish I had more to say It's been a long day Vibrant stones that sit alone In concert halls Oh, if i knew you like you knew me I would compose you as you've composed me Timid and weak A soul with a leak Watching fate slipping away I wish I had more to say It's been a long day

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West of Zanzibar, originally conceived and performed as a live film score to director Tod Browning’s demented 1928 revenge thriller, is Subterranean Howl’s most diverse and compelling work to date.

Full of unexpected stylistic shifts and lushly rendered instrumental moments, the album takes you on a journey into the head of the film’s revenge-obsessed protagonist - a sadistic magician played by silent film legend Lon Chaney.

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released February 18, 2014

Danelle Dullum (vocals, piano, keys)
Simon Milliman (songwriting/production, vocals, guitar, keys, banjo)
Jerrad Nash (drums, percussion)
Clae Spratt (guitar, vocals, mandolin, keys)
Robin Ziari (bass, keys, saxophone, accordion)

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Subterranean Howl Portland, Oregon

The Subterranean Howl combines dance-worthy beats, epic song writing and other-worldly tones to create their life-affirming music. The band is: Simon Milliman (vox, guitar, bass, keys, harmonica), Jerrad Nash (drums, percussion), Danelle Dullem (Vox, keys). ... more

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