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Birds of Prey (LP)

by Jordan Reyne

Sister Falling (free) 04:16
My Mary bought a gun with her fathers violence she's sick of finding words from other peoples silence the pain won't ease in the air now sick of the sin that sleeps in her bed now. So whats it going to be girl? you could spend your life pretending that things are going to heal now with at least some sort of ending. The blood won't wash out in water thicker than rope you hang from the rafters Now I'm alone. Here stands resounding silence after storms of anger the tide runs, red and greedy peace is its passenger. Sister your black God is calling, bleed the family tree in mourning splash the tear that breaks on falling. now I'm alone My sister Mary. Why couldn't you talk to me.
Birds of Prey (free) 04:00
A stone sculptured body lies slumped on a cross now To feed the collective who he claims he will save now And we wait for him to save the world The carrion birds came and tore out the poor eyes the people all saw light and flocked round it like flies Waiting for him to change the world And the pain twists their bodies in the name of their savior Who will someday return home and save all the sinners Who wait for him to save the world God save all the children who cry now in hunger God damn non-believers and burn them in anger Burn them in anger God damn all the liar’s and their promises breaking We can sit and do nothing while the millions are dying And wait for him to save the world
Megalomania (free) 04:01
Perfidity (free) 04:53
You were always the quiet one With strange ambition for oblivion The bite of the cold is always you to me The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me You were always the twisted one Who drank your solace from everyone For the strength of your hate I loved your bitterness For the blood in your soul I loved your emptiness We always wonder why good things die We cry them our poison and we drink ourselves dry And cut flowers always die.
Breathe (free) 04:04
Hope springs like a rare disease to my lover’s eyes Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't reach the skies His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe. Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold? Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold Love twists like a rusty nail in the flesh of the young The fear that you will fall and fail lies frozen in the sun His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe. I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.
Long Way to Climb (free) 03:46
Pandoras Box (free) 04:07
I watched you pour your tears into my cup of coffee I heard you burn your fears on your lounge curtains for the world to see But you say that you can never love me You say that sort of thing only happens on TV Did you feel above the world? When we sat on the roof above the trees And watched the people shrink in size, get on with their lives In focus it seems But you say that’s only how it appears to be You say that’s not right for them but it sure aint right for me Baby wont you go and spin me one more crock of shit That I can wear to school this summer Tears fall from your lizard eyes But crocodile: you waste my time And I can’t break the spell I’m under So I'll just go and throw my tears like pebbles down a wishing well They're just a bunch of useless fears and stupid values I could sell Maybe my hearts like Pandora's box as well Honey child ride the sea With no anchor you'll drift endlessly I guess that’s just the way you want to be But you're the only one that really believes you’re free.
Millstones (free) 04:14
Hey baby, Alice is home She's so dry she could catch fire The colours on the TV are tired The voice on the radio higher Bored bored and boring again Itching like she could grow wings The cat smiles disembodied One wave of its tail stings You paint me so faceless Ignorance is contagious Attractive hand of the dying You spit your cold pity Like folded rainbows at me So ugly souls of the crying The world is shrinking again Don't Mock - You can eat me The swim is long and lucid To float with the tide is easy.
Wilt (free) 03:16
She stands in her corner of the room Swept out of the way Like so many empty used packets of shit In the garbage bin Matching the decor - old bones in the closet Strength from the bottle to leave again And crying at talk shows you see on the TV Like fish in aquariums swimming in other people's pity. Not pain like your drowning in What are you gonna tell your friends? Black is your colour; you fell down the stairs again What does he think of love? Something you suffer from, weakness you rise above Live your grey day in the wings for him Think of all things as they are or they might have been Oh your blue eyes are so black for him Stand in the corner a wallflower wilting
Rain (free) 05:15
You are so cold. Bleed my strength like granite round me. You twist my mind, I see the ugly girl. Standing where I used to be. Kill me, kill me. You've got me where you need me. Whose ugly eyes pierce my soul and call me a liar? I can't throw it in your face, I'd only fuel the fire. Kill me, kill me. You've got me where you need me. Jesus, how I hate your guts, for being so "helpless." Your pain is so revolting, I know you could not care less. Kill me, kill me. You've got me where you need me.


Jordan's debut album including tracks like "Long Way to Climb" which she wrote at aged 15. The album is a mix of grunge rock, avant garde, heavy rock and alternative pop. Unfortunately now out of print, but digital copies are available here for free.


released April 4, 1998

vocals, acoustic guitars and sound experiments - jordan reyne. Bass - Jaz Murphy. Drums - Luke Casey.


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Jordan Reyne Karlsruhe, Germany

Known recently as the Resident Evil 7 vocalist (trailer track, "Go Tell Aunt Rhody"), Jordan is described by New Zealand's National Radio as the pioneer of a new sound, Jordan's music is a blend of irish/ celtic rock, steam-era machine noise, and Grimms fairytale-eske lyrics. Imagine PJ Harvey trapped in the workhouses of Industrial Revolution era England, with only Nine Inch Nails for company. ... more

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