Samuel Aging Lyrics - Assembly Of Dust

Samuel Aging Spalding was from Spokane 

Right around the corner from the church 

Just above his temples he was balding 

Hear him pray, hear him pray 

You bestow your blessing on the heads of the living 

His words are like a soft bell 

Listen to the dead voice and the silence that is ringing 

Like an echo in a dying well 

He dipped his pen in ink and stayed up writing 

half that night and the following day 

Breathing smoke and doing coke 

And fighting to stay awake 

To stay awake 

If a thousand chandeliers could have been there shining 

In the country of a cold sleep 

He mightve been steered to a faith that was blinding 

Instead of stumbling in his own defeat 

Samuel 

I think you said too much 

Samuel 

Theres always something there behind you 

Samuel 

Your sentence dead five times before it hit the ground 

and it the ground and it sounds like... 

Well he raked his eyes and read what he had laid down. 

His tongue was dry, his eyes were moist and red. 

Exhuasted from the work he went and laid down 

and the writing read and the writing read 

Run walk or stagger to you old lifes hanging 

It doesnt matter if it feels right 

Funnel yourself through to the world your planning 

Riding on your insight. 

Spells and curses, bells and churches 

Peeling bells the silence swells