The Oppositeer by The Historical Society of Oneironautics Lyrics
What makes you shudder in love?
It's all the notes that I've never sung
And the letters I just left in Nowhere
You know that quiet's loyal
It's the empty, that between the space
That murmur of Nothing
Before anything becomes or is –
All that's not said
[Jacques Lacan talking] "La mort est du domaine de la foi. Vous avez bien raison de croire que vous allez mourir, bien sûr – ça vous soutient"
You told me of that void, like
Somebody had poured you out
An echo and its wall, that which
Resonates, then fades
Let me be your voice that calls for you
Against the eerie calm
Let me take what you spilled and
Refill what you desire
[Jacques Lacan talking] "Si vous n’y croyiez pas, est-ce que vous pourriez supporter la vie que vous avez? Si on n’était pas solidement appuyé sur cette certitude que ça finira, est-ce que vous pourriez supporter cette histoire?"
When you've got no vigor to hold on
To hope or that which springs from it
Let me hold onto it for you and then give it back
In exchange for all the dread
Let it rain, flood, avalanche over me
Bury me until there's nothing left
Let me give you everything, please take it all
And when I've got nothing left, take me
It's all the notes that I've never sung
And the letters I just left in Nowhere
You know that quiet's loyal
It's the empty, that between the space
That murmur of Nothing
Before anything becomes or is –
All that's not said
[Jacques Lacan talking] "La mort est du domaine de la foi. Vous avez bien raison de croire que vous allez mourir, bien sûr – ça vous soutient"
You told me of that void, like
Somebody had poured you out
An echo and its wall, that which
Resonates, then fades
Let me be your voice that calls for you
Against the eerie calm
Let me take what you spilled and
Refill what you desire
[Jacques Lacan talking] "Si vous n’y croyiez pas, est-ce que vous pourriez supporter la vie que vous avez? Si on n’était pas solidement appuyé sur cette certitude que ça finira, est-ce que vous pourriez supporter cette histoire?"
When you've got no vigor to hold on
To hope or that which springs from it
Let me hold onto it for you and then give it back
In exchange for all the dread
Let it rain, flood, avalanche over me
Bury me until there's nothing left
Let me give you everything, please take it all
And when I've got nothing left, take me