A Private Understanding Lyrics - Protomartyr

Not by my own hand, automatic writing by phantom limb 

Not by my own voice, pleurisy made to stand on two legs 

That's how I bar my door 

In this age of blasting trumpets 

A paradise for fools 

Infinite wrath 

In the lowest deep a lower depth 

I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore 

Conscience wakes despair 

The night is an accumulation of dark air 

The scholar will be forever poor 

Gross gold runs headlong to the boor 

I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore 

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Call me Heraclitus The Obscure 

Constantly weeping because the river doesn't move 

It doesn't flow 

It has been leaded by snider men to make profit from the poor 

Don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore 

People live with a private understanding 

Sorrow's the wind blowing through 

Truth is hiding in the wire 

Photos 

Elvis outside of Flagstaff 

Driving a camper van 

Looking for meaning in a cloud mass 

Sees the face of Joseph Stalin and is disheartened 

Then the wind changed the cloud into his smiling Lord 

And he was affected profoundly 

But he could never describe the feeling 

He passed away on the bathroom floor 

She is trying to meet you (repeat)