I Am Gemini Lyrics

This House Alive

There are voices in the attic,
Wispy whispers past the cabinets
Filled with tawny photographs.
I am stolid, I am steadfast;
Where there’s panic, lingers relapse -
Oh, no – those breakdown days are done.

This house alive…
I can hear the floorboards breath,
Creak, creak…

Are these angels come to take me?
If so, I’ll wave my white flag willingly
(I have shed my snake skinned past).
Clustered flies hinder the windows;
For every angel there’s a devil,
Oh no, make these voices go away.

I was a God fearing boy,
Sure, I stumbled more than once,
But so did his begotten son.
An orphan, thrown out to the wolves,
Not prodigal, far worse;
I was hustled, I was scorned,
Made a criminal…
But I stand here reformed.

There are voices in the dead of night,
A child screaming, “I am Gemini” -
Oh, what are you, and why.
Are you specter? Are you spirit?
Am I lucid, am I losing it.
Oh no, this macabre facade,
These walls, paper thin.

Warmer, Warmer

You’re blowing through the home like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train,
Oh no, looking for what you shouldn’t,
You’re going to wish you didn’t.
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain,
It seems you’ve found a way to dance on your own grave.
You’re digging deeper when you say:

Come out, come out,
I heard such shouting from the wings,
I know you’re up there.
Lurking… watching…

We could play a game of hot and cold.
Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos;
It ain’t a memory you’re seeking,
It’s more like a feeling.
Inspiration’s a funny thing -
The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring.
You’re getting warmer when you sing:

Come out, come out,
don’t be so proud, so obstinate,
I know you’re up there.
Out, Come out,
before I doubt your existence;
You must be somewhere.
Out, come out,
unveil this shroud wherever you are,
Whoever you are, or, should I say, “whatever you are”?

I Am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh,
I AM! I AM!

Warmer, warmer, house on fire
Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer’s wife
Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
Warmer, warmer, let me in
Warmer, warmer! You’re getting hot.
Warmer, warmer! You’re burning up.
Warmer, warmer, or, have you had enough?

The Sun and Moon

You’re like the Sun and I’m the Moon,
A mere reflection of your magnitude.
A replicate cast across the room,
A remedy for your solitude.
‘Cause you are my Sun and I’m your Moon,
I Am, the one without a name,
You are the glue, I’m bonded to you.

I can see through you like a two-way mirror…
No man’s tried the trials you’ve been through,
I see behind your eyes a horror that haunts you -

Hanging over your shoulder
Hanging over your shoulder

Who’s that misfit sitting in the corner?
The things that kid did are cloistered like a coma.

Hanging over your shoulder
Hanging over your shoulder

My flesh and blood, it can’t be true,
You’re everything I could never be.
I was no one, now I’m two.
You’re actually here acknowledging
That I am the ‘we’ that makes us complete.

It sure has been a leper’s life living in these shadows…
[ reconsiders, to himself ]
No, that’s not quite right -
[ continues ]
It was an illustrious life ’til you eclipsed my luster.
Who was there when you dined with Dionysus?
Who do you think that was, nourishing your hubris -

Hanging over your shoulder
Hanging over your shoulder

Who was there, engorged in Gomorrah,
Who do you think that was dancing in the sulphur?

Hanging over your shoulder

I was hanging over your shoulder, singing in your ears:
You’re like the Sun and I’m the Moon.
You’re like the Sun and I’m the Moon.
[ fiendishly, to himself ]
Maybe, I’m like the Sun and you’re the Moon!
[ resigned ]
You’re like the Sun and I’m the Moon.

Drunken Birds

Mimicry’s the most ulcerous form of
Mockery; it rewards me handsomely.
Don’t kill the mockingbird-

Two teaspoons of the old elixir!

Magpie looks in the mirror,
The external world seems to disappear…
What, exactly, do you see in there?

Four teaspoons of the old elixir!

Drunken birds falling off the balcony,
You gotta flap them wings!
Learning how to teach your parrot to speak:
A couple more drinks, here the jailbird sing
How a lifetime cooped up’s left him cagey.

Repeat after me: I need to delete all history.
Some things are best left repressed.
Albatross necktie looks so dignified,
But you got to loosen it up -

Eight teaspoons of the old elixir!

Drunken birds weaving through Sycamores…
How to teach your parrot to speak:
A couple more drinks, here the jailbird sing
How a lifetime cooped up’s left him cagey. CAGEY!

I… need… to delete… all history…

Sixteen spoons of the old elixir!
Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir!
Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir!

Night, night!
Night, night!

Double Dead

Out cold, run over by the boulder of Sisyphus.
Doesn’t it seem to get a bit repetitive?
Over and over and over again.
You got clean, climbing up that hill was an impressive feat.
To think of all the demons you had to jockey
Just to see that boulder bounding!

Double dead – the first time was your worst mistake,
This second one should take the cake
And smear it all over the mirror!

Out cold, cozy in the mausoleum of your home,
Dozing to the shuffle of a metronome ticking out of time-
I-I-I’m, I-I-I’m, uh-uh, I’m a devil, I’m an angel,
I’m whichever shoulder you’ve been glancing over.
The boulder’s getting closer, it can’t be outrun;
Time to take your medicine!

Double dead – you and me have got history,
You and me have got symmetry;
Two sides of the same loin.
Double dead – I’m the shears that Samson feared,
I’m the whisper in your ear-

Now, be a good little boy and do as you’re told.
Let’s hit the road: One for the money,
Two for your head…

Double dead – the first time was so innocent,
This second one is insolent.
Double dead – you and me, we’ve got history,
But no real future I can see.

Gemini

Crusted bloodstains down the nape of my neck,
Concussed rhythms swelling in my bed.
Who has been controlling everything I do and say?
They sure as hell have made some foul mistakes -
Wait – something’s shifting in this symmetry…
Something’s missing in my memory.

Somebody’s building a monster, it seems,
And the parts look a lot like mine…
Gemini!
Gemini!

Memory missing?
Symmetry shifting?

The old Sun has lumbered into a deep slumber,
My Moon is soon on the rise…
GEMINI!

Twin Dragon/Hello, Skeleton

Spotlight on center stage!

It’s all the rage, hear them cry!
The unveiling of a Gemini.

Welcome to the arcade,
Step right up, don’t be afraid
The beast is chained.

See the hate in his eyes!
The awakening of Gemini.
Hear him howl, see him spit!
Take a picture with the kids-

Oh – quit this bravado bullshit:
I Am, again, the swan, the twin dragon!

Too much of a good thing
has rendered you a pawn
And issued me a queen.

All my rooks, all my knights!
To the christening of Gemini.

What spoils will this evening bring?
Little piggies run and hide
From the majesty of Gemini.

So, I’ll huff and I’ll puff
And I’ll blow this house up-

Oh- I may have just done myself in:
I Am, again,

I Am… I Am… I am… I am…

I Am! I Am, the holy second coming.
I Am! I Am, the very double crossing.
I Am! And don’t you ever forget that.
I am not one half, I am wholly intact.

What would that poor coward say,
If only he’d see “him” this way?
Maybe he’d wake up, yeah,
Maybe he’d finally behave
More like a man should behave.
Maybe less like a nun;
I swear he was stunted as a child.
Meanwhile, I was…
Stranded! Abandoned!
I Am, again, the swan, the twin dragon!

Now that I’ve paid my dues,
I’m going to paint this bloody town
Black and blue.

All the rage, hear them cry!
It’s the rampage of a Gemini.
Hear that whimper in the night?
The swan song of a Gemini…

I’ve done deeds I could never repeat – skeletons.
History can be so strangling – skeletons.
All of our sins are rising again like skeletons.
Someone, please, I must be seeing things,
All these skeletons.

I’ve done deeds I could never repeat – skeletons.
Past mistakes climbing up from their graves – skeletons.
All of our sins are rising again like skeletons.
How could this be, dancing in front of me;
Hello, skeleton.
Who could this be acting just like me?
Hello, skeleton.

Wowowow

The hollow at night, a blood swollen moon,
An organ grinder and his chimp
Churn out of tune.

Carnival lights, a barker’s decree:
“Pickled punks, oddities, freaks,
All in one ring!”

I’ve heard there exists
A set of Siamese twins;
Sisters sharing everything – wow!

An old cabaret, the dance of the bee,
Like a swan I float up on stage
Looking for honey.

A back alleyway, cloaked in red light,
Coquettes in concupiscent dress
Bat their eyes.

What have we here in my midst?
So, it’s true: you do exist.
Thoughts long lost come crashing in…

A birthday boy in the month of June,
Blew out his cake, his wish came true.
Splattered blood all over the floor
“Gemini, what have you done?
What horrid wolves we’ve become.”
Oh, oh, oh,

Wow, wow, wow!

We are the alone.
We have no one, only ourself.
Never ever leave me;
Without the Sun there is no Moon,
Without a me,
There is no you.
Oh, oh, oh…
Wow… wow… wow…

The Cat and Mouse

A little mouse creeps, as the mighty tomcat sleeps.
He’s been up for forty nights, he needs his forty winks.
To think, of all the mischief his teeth did sink -
I can nearly taste it.

Some scars heal and practically fade away,
While some reveal a past you can’t escape.
And others, still, are entirely fake -

So, what’s it going to be, my long lost brother -
Show your scars.
Are you going to be my long lost brother
After all?
I don’t really need a long lost brother tearing me apart.
Let’s start knocking them nine lives off!
I know what you are, I know what you’re doing,
I know what this is – it’s a bloodletting!

When the cat’s away, it’s said the mouse will play,
Oh, but this little mouse was brainwashed to behave.
Now, the cat’s out of the bag and someone’s got to pay:
“Here, kitty, kitty!”

All my life i’ve been made to do what’s right.
Well, all my life is going to end tonight,
And you, my pet, are my first sacrifice.

So, what’s it going to be, my long lost brother -
Pass or fail?
Are you going to be my long lost brother?
Heads or tails.
I never really had a brother,
But it doesn’t hurt to be double sure!

I know what you are, I know what you’re doing,
I know what this is – it’s a bloodletting!
I know what you are, I know what you’re after,
You’re a dead ringer, you’re a doppelgänger!

Kill the demon, kill your doppelgänger!
Kill the demon, kill your doppelgänger!
Kill the demon, kill your doppelgänger!
Kill the demon, kill your doppelgänger!

A Birthday Bash

Repeat after me: I will not repeat
The horrifying dreams I cannot delete.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep finding traces of you inside.

Repeat after me: I will not repeat
The lust and the greed and the gluttony.
Try as I might to erase my mind,
I keep doubling back to Gemini.

Now that I’ve got you all tied up in knots,
We’re going to tell the tale that I almost forgot.
We’re going to recreate what I should’ve stopped.
We’re going to blow this unholy house to dust.
We’re going to have a birthday bash, just for us.

Line up the candles, two by two.
Two for every year beaten black and blue.
Two for every monster more deformed
By forced reform!

So, here we are again, living in the scene of the crime.
So, how’s it all look, are the decorations right?
The only difference is, now we’ve got these big red sticks;
Two by two, you gotta help me get ‘em lit.

Light ‘em up…
Light ‘em up…
Light ‘em up…
Light ‘em up…

A troubled little boy stranded in an orphanage.
An imaginary friend hidden underneath his skin.
An identical twin, whispering inside his head:
“Stab with all your heart, I wanna see red.”

We’re going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!
We’re going to blow this unholy house to dust!
Come on, light it up!

Light it up! Light it up!
Light it! Light it!

Eulogy for No Name

Soon as you were born, you were aborted,
Cast away.
Child of moral doctrine and rape;
Lord knows, the monsters that marriage makes.

Lost wolves void of direction
Head South, thrown in corrections.
They gave you no name, gave you no name.
They gave you no name.

A lifetime of brawling with demons
makes a fallen man.
Even on his deathbed he’s beaten,
Pinned by his fiendish inner twin.
Such turmoil in your head,
Will it never let you rest?

Blank cake, a blank birth certificate,
Blank boy made a decision.
The gave you no name, gave you no name,
So, you’ll give yourself a name:

I am Gemini.
A twin star burst into being.
I am Gemini.

Splattered on the orphanage ceiling.
The other children ran off in terror.

On your dying day, does absolution even work?
On this, your dying day, do you curse the universe…
Do you wish you never were.

Lost twin screaming in the attic,
No remedy, no respite.
You gave him no name, you gave him no name,
So, he gave himself a name.