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Swans is an American post-punk band originally active from 1982 to 1997, led by singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Michael Gira. The band was one of the few groups to emerge from the early 1980s New York No Wave scene and stay intact into the next decade. Formed by Gira in 1982, Swans employed a shifting lineup of musicians until their dissolution in 1997. Besides Gira, the only other constant members were keyboardist/vocalist/songwriter Jarboe from 1984 to 1997, and semi-constant guitarist Norman Westberg. The band was noted for droning vocals and strange instrumentation. In 2010, Gira reactivated Swans without Jarboe. The reformed band has released two new studio albums: My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky in 2010, followed by The Seer in… more »

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I see the turquoise lake spread out
Flat between the desert hills
I feel the sun penetrate my skin
I feel it melt the marrow in my bones
I hear the engines grinding, relentless
Crushing stone crushing stone
Giant steel insect arms rise up
In clouds of rust
Then they pivot and they groan
As they violate and they thrust
Down we ride into the pit
First we're swallowed
Then we're folded into it
Inside our gouged mouth
New home is a liquid that is velvet
Black and slick
It slides down our throats and
It fill up our lungs
Feeding young minds with thickened
Oil and blackened scum
Clawing blind, pounding rock
Killing light with grit and grime
Breaking hands, marking time, sucking dust
Sucking dust
Sweating copper tears that are sent up
In buckets to the crust
But way, way, way up high
There's a square hole that opens
Up to the sky
Exhaling hollow thoughts that like
Sparrows now fly
Scattering tiny shadows over continents of
Pale and hardened mud
Following a clear and singing thread
That leads us backwards
To a home that never really was
Deep in the guts of the Earth
We work, we work
Deep in the heart of the hurt
We work, we work
Shoveling red powder and dirt
We work, we work
Digging a hole that leads to our birth
We work, we work we were, we were
We were, we were we are, we were
We are, we were

Because my eyes are made of glass
I drink the sand to sift the past
The shifting tides have come to rest
In shallow pools inside my chest
I am the man who drags his chains
Along the road that navigates
The shit, the slop, the butter and fat
The map is carved into my back
Reality is blazing bright
Beneath the sky all creatures rise
With arms entwined the living, the dead
In matter, in mind simultaneous
I praised your lips i praised your skin
Our future stopped where time begins
I remember we were, we were
Gone forever but we were, we were
But remember we were, we were
Gone forever but we were, we were
We were, we were we were, we were
We are, we were we are, we were

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