Type O Negative - October Rust Album Lyrics
Type O Negative - October Rust Lyrics
- Bad Ground
- Love You to Death
- Be My Druidess
- Green Man
- Red Water (Christmas Mourning)
- My Girlfriends Girlfriend
- Die With Me
- Burnt Flowers Fallen
- In Praise Of Bacchus
- Cinnamon Girl
- The Glorious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of Vinnland by the Combined Forces of the United Territories of Europa
- Wolf Moon
- Haunted
- Untitled
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Love You to Death
[Edit - taken from the European single Love You To Death, 1996]
[Full length version can be found on the album October Rust]
In her place one hundred candles burning - as salty sweat drips
from her breast
her hips move and i can feel what they're saying - swaying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah
Black lipstick stains - her glass of red wine - i am your servant
may i light your cigarette
those lips smooth yeah i can feel what you're saying - praying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah
I beg to serve - your wish is my law
now close those eyes - and let me love you to death
shall i prove - i mean what i'm saying - begging
i say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get
Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death
Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death
Hey am i good enough - for you
am i good enough - for you
am i - am i for you - am i - for you
am i good enough - for you
[Full length version can be found on the album October Rust]
In her place one hundred candles burning - as salty sweat drips
from her breast
her hips move and i can feel what they're saying - swaying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah
Black lipstick stains - her glass of red wine - i am your servant
may i light your cigarette
those lips smooth yeah i can feel what you're saying - praying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get -
yeah
I beg to serve - your wish is my law
now close those eyes - and let me love you to death
shall i prove - i mean what i'm saying - begging
i say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get
Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death
Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to -
death - to death
Hey am i good enough - for you
am i good enough - for you
am i - am i for you - am i - for you
am i good enough - for you
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Be My Druidess
Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine
Around the Pyre, a circle of thirteen
Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams
I look deeply into your eyes
I smell your hair, caress your thighs
Now we'll make love by fire light
A blaze so high it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in
Our lust increased feeds desire
As we combust, yeah we on fire
I feel you shake so deep inside
O oh scream my name and hold me tight
I'll do anything to make you come
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine
Around the Pyre, a circle of thirteen
Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams
I look deeply into your eyes
I smell your hair, caress your thighs
Now we'll make love by fire light
A blaze so high it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in
Our lust increased feeds desire
As we combust, yeah we on fire
I feel you shake so deep inside
O oh scream my name and hold me tight
I'll do anything to make you come
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Green Man
Spring won't come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
The evening mists that creep and crawl
Will drench in the dew and so drown
I'm the green man
The green man
Sol in prime sweet summertime
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, its caustic hues
Refracting within the still lake
Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship pray to on my knees
Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
I'm the green man
The green man
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
The evening mists that creep and crawl
Will drench in the dew and so drown
I'm the green man
The green man
Sol in prime sweet summertime
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, its caustic hues
Refracting within the still lake
Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship pray to on my knees
Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
I'm the green man
The green man
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Red Water (Christmas Mourning)
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung but who cares
Preserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly
Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away
My tables been set for but seven
Just last year I dined with eleven
Goddamn ye merry gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away.
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung but who cares
Preserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly
Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away
My tables been set for but seven
Just last year I dined with eleven
Goddamn ye merry gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away.
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
My Girlfriends Girlfriend
It's no secret we're close
As sweaty velcro
Like latex, fur and feathers
Stuck together
Now
In their '62 'vette
Sharing one cigarette
In a black light trance then
Go go dance
Then
Go go trance
Then
They keep me warm on cold nights
We must be quite a sight
In our meat triangle
All tangled
Wow
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl too
Her and me an her and she and me
An uncrowded couple are we three
Hey we don't care what people say
When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway
Two for one today
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl too
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl
As sweaty velcro
Like latex, fur and feathers
Stuck together
Now
In their '62 'vette
Sharing one cigarette
In a black light trance then
Go go dance
Then
Go go trance
Then
They keep me warm on cold nights
We must be quite a sight
In our meat triangle
All tangled
Wow
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl too
Her and me an her and she and me
An uncrowded couple are we three
Hey we don't care what people say
When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway
Two for one today
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl too
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Die With Me
Now like a bird
she flew away
to chase her dreams
of books and praise
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
at JFK
who played the fool?
self pity sick
jet fuel perfume
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
girl I want to die with you
in each others arms
we'll drown in flame
if this time were the last time
could i hold you all life long?
since this time is the last time
can I hold you all night long?
lay your head down for the last time
hey KLM
AT&T
the UK post system
do you still love me?
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
she flew away
to chase her dreams
of books and praise
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
at JFK
who played the fool?
self pity sick
jet fuel perfume
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
girl I want to die with you
in each others arms
we'll drown in flame
if this time were the last time
could i hold you all life long?
since this time is the last time
can I hold you all night long?
lay your head down for the last time
hey KLM
AT&T
the UK post system
do you still love me?
still I miss her
yeah I miss her
since she's gone
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Burnt Flowers Fallen
yeah i think she's falling out of love
yeah i think she's falling out of love
yeah i think she's falling out of love
yeah i think she's falling out of love
all of the flowers
all of the flowers i gave her
she burned them
burned them
yeah i think she's falling out of love
yeah i think she's falling out of love
yeah i think she's falling out of love
all of the flowers
all of the flowers i gave her
she burned them
burned them
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
In Praise Of Bacchus
Hey Bacchus
She hates me
Hey Bacchus
She hates me
The street lamps light a wet old red hook road
A furry vino tinted slave
Molten oil painted Brooklyn bridge
(cobblestone grave)
A lonely blue girl guards the riverbed
She shakes her brown torch at the tide
On Pier Six we'd creep and count the cracks
(side by side, see, we're counting cracks)
Your mom was out wearing herself inside
I'll stop the train to say hello
A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car
(I said I know)
-togetherburn-
She said burn
Together
Burn
We'll burn together
Now don't believe she'll never leave again
I can't forget the words she said back when
She said burn
We'll burn together
She hates me
Hey Bacchus
She hates me
The street lamps light a wet old red hook road
A furry vino tinted slave
Molten oil painted Brooklyn bridge
(cobblestone grave)
A lonely blue girl guards the riverbed
She shakes her brown torch at the tide
On Pier Six we'd creep and count the cracks
(side by side, see, we're counting cracks)
Your mom was out wearing herself inside
I'll stop the train to say hello
A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car
(I said I know)
-togetherburn-
She said burn
Together
Burn
We'll burn together
Now don't believe she'll never leave again
I can't forget the words she said back when
She said burn
We'll burn together
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cinnamon Girl
[ Originally by Neil Young ]
[by Neil Young]
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Wolf Moon
The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?
Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light
So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?
Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light
So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Haunted
A swollen sun melting at the horizon
Between the sheets I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning
I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
Between the sheets I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning
I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Untitled
"Well, that's it, that's all we have. I hope it wasn't too disappointing. We will see you on tour. Until then, take it easy."
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
October Rust is the fourth studio album by Type O Negative. It was released in 1996. This is the first album with Johnny Kelly credited as the band's drummer, although programmed drums are used on the album. October Rust has more ballads and less of the doom metal sound of previous or subsequent albums. It also features a cover of Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl".
It is the first of the band's albums with a "joke intro"; in this case, "Bad Ground", which is 38 seconds of low-level buzzing, meant to sound as if one or more audio leads is incorrectly plugged into the input jacks of an amplifier. Tracks 2 and 15 are humorous untitled spoken word intros and outros to the album, respectively, with the band downplaying the recording of the album. Another production technique employed on the album is the use of very abrupt endings and segues to a few of the songs, heard on the tracks "Green Man", "Red Water", and "Haunted".
Genre(s):
Gothic metal, progressive metal It is the first of the band's albums with a "joke intro"; in this case, "Bad Ground", which is 38 seconds of low-level buzzing, meant to sound as if one or more audio leads is incorrectly plugged into the input jacks of an amplifier. Tracks 2 and 15 are humorous untitled spoken word intros and outros to the album, respectively, with the band downplaying the recording of the album. Another production technique employed on the album is the use of very abrupt endings and segues to a few of the songs, heard on the tracks "Green Man", "Red Water", and "Haunted".
Producer(s): Josh Silver, Peter Steele
Length: 72:49
Released: August 20th, 1996
Year: 1996