the late isabel * 68

dream of me like you would the setting sun
soon, sooner than you think i would be gone
say my name, say it like a mantra to put you to sleep
sing, sing it as a dying man's song

'cause i've got 68 days to live
and i've got nothing much to give

i'm ebbing away, what else can i say?
my glassy eyes they stare out away
mind severed, body covered
hands clutching, soul gasping

'cause i've got 68 days to live
and i've got nothing much to give
but you don't have to grieve
just believe that i'll always be with you

the late isabel * follow (the mad march)

info:
darbuka - Budeths Casinto

follow

tip-toe, shhh...
do you hear the foot falls?
hold down, be still
whose are those cat calls?
come now, the wait
has been long, quite long
take me, i've been dying
to go deep down in me...


where madness is bliss
pop your eyes out of their sockets
where the hue of night is black,
blue and tangerine and green


where the other me is me
the others are nameless
wherever, everywhere
not a care
nothing to spare

where madness is bliss
pop your eyes out of their sockets
where the hue of night is black,
blue and tangerine and green

hee-hoo...hee-hoo

where i am queen
of my jesters and freaks
laugh with me, laugh
my hyenas laugh with me

where madness is bliss
pop your eyes out of their sockets
where the hue of night is lack,
blue and tangerine and green

follow..
follow..
follow..
follow me..

the late isabel * fingers around the wine glass

in your wild strides infinity glides
beauty for no-one face etched in glass
silhouettes and shadows
faces light up and bodies bend low

lead them through dark corners
through windswept streets
and lonely towers

i hear them whisper a name
the sound of a bleeding heart's flame
fingers around the wine glass
red ripples sweet and simple

shower them chrysanthemums
as you are thrown into blissful tantrums

radiating borrowed warmth
soothing and compelling
out of reach even as we speak
detachment makes you weak

angel with serpent eyes
did i hear your muffled cries
when secrets are laid out for you
there's nothing you could possibly do.

the late isabel * midnight city

info:
backing vocals - Allan Hernandez & John Pete Agcaoili

midnight city

walk swift
as the night shifts
dampen my lips
wet earth on my fingertips
past the flicker of lights
on moonlit nights
(i can see nobody close)
parading down
is the sorry clown
(who's to know where she could go?)
i am tiptoeing, no way of knowing
take everything save for my heart..
she weeps
as the day creeps
sandman crosses
up a flight of stairs
he blows his kisses
walks are long and lonely
down midnight city
the streets are dark and empty
down midnight city

the late isabel * dead eyes

info:
backing vocals - Allan Hernandez & John Pete Agcaoili
darbuka - Budeths Casinto

dead eyes

nothing like the sparkle of dead eyes.
it blinds me like the colors of a dead sky--
pluck out the lifeless stars and cry, cry...


ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh


your tears fall like cheap jewels
trick luster, somber shine
stare right through pieces of me
picasso-shatter hue
is that a wink is that a blink?
i think i'm going to sink.


ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh


oh, but your smile like sapphire
i could get used to you
and the stare of those
dead eyes
matisse-revelry hue


nothing like the sparkle
of dead eyes
i could get lost with you
staring with dead eyes
loving dead eyes

the late isabel * doll's head

i did what i had to do
a madding voice told me to
rip the head off the baby doll
lying in bed out the window
down, down the street
off the end of the block
where a council of cats
chit-chat, "Go rip it,too."


oh, look at those
baby blues.
one claw buried
down those
baby blues
see her head tossed
around and about.
pretty pout. what a girl!
see her curls
like a can of worms--
and she squirmed.
"i saw you do that."
don't ruin my bed you're dead.