Lyrics

Official lyrics from all 10 original tracks featured on Medollic's debut album "Dollhouse"

Black Begins
Music by James North & Lix Bacskay. Words by Lix Bacskay © March 2008.

When black begins
And breathing in and out sets in
I don't know where you came from
I just know that you're gone

Pistol in my mind
I found you
Holding up the light
I found you
Water in your eyes

But tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back...
Tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back to life

When truth descends
And beating of this pulse kicks in
Can't recall how it started
I think I know how it ends

Pistol in my mind
I found you
Holding up the light
I found you
Water in your eyes

But tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back...
Tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back to life

When seconds turn
Into years and then the lifetimes burn
I saw your beacon in the dying dawn
I woke up with my best dress on

Pistol in my mind
I found you
Black begins the night
I found you
Holding up the light
I found you
Water in your eyes

But tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back...
Tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back...
Tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back...
Tonight
We'll lay it on, we'll light it up, we'll bring it back to life

Human
Words & Music by Lix Bacskay © February 2007

I’m so human
I live my life online
I got my skin on backwards
I’m on the wire

I’ve been hoping
For a singular line
I’ve been waiting for the system
To click and rewind

I got two strong hands, if you fetch me a nail
I got long toes and a twist in my tail
But I, can’t do nothing ‘bout this jones for you
I’m so human, I’m so human...

City streets talk to me like they know my disease
Human heat running through me ...running through me
I feel the sweet sensation of your heart beat
Running through me at velocity

I’m just a shiver
On the tip of your tongue
I’m a word unspoken
Where a deadline belongs

And if you break it
Before the morning comes
Illegal operation
Won’t you click and be done

I got two sharp eyes like there’s nowhere to hide
I got two of every animal and one locked inside
But I can’t do nothing ‘bout this jones for you
I’m so human, I’m so human...

City streets talk to me like they know my disease
Human heat running through me ...running through me
I feel the sweet sensation of your heart beat
Running through me at velocity (...I feel your heart beat)

I’m illusion
I’m your shoelace untied
I’m the Sweet Caroline
to your Hot August Night

I’m the neon
In your Tokyo sky
I’m the rain that escapes
As the sunlight arrives

I got two for the show and there’s no way to know
I got three to get ready and nowhere to go
‘Cause I, can’t do nothing ‘bout this jones for you
I’m so human, I’m so human...

City streets talk to me like they know my disease
Human heat running through me ...running through me
I feel the sweet sensation of your heart beat
Running through me....
City streets talk to me like they know my disease
Human heat running through me ...running through me
I feel the sweet sensation of your heart beat
Running through me at velocity

Breaking Days
Words and Music by Lix Bacskay © April 2007

It’s not an ordinary teapot
It’s not china, it’s a virgin vessel waiting to be dropped
And when it shatters in the half light
Flocks of birds and long-toothed mice come out to pick it up

Slow chimes in single file ring longer
Breaking days will only make them stronger

There’s no desire but to surrender
No requirement to be wholer than the hole from which you crawl
And when you kneel it makes you bolder
Don’t look upright for the heavens may ascend and leave you…

Small dimes in single lines pay longer
Breaking bread will only make them hunger
Slow chimes in single file ring longer
Breaking days will only make them stronger

These aren’t my ordinary fingers
They can’t touch it, they can’t tear it from the page or from the skin
Come to fight or come to feel it
They give and rest between the notes, they quiver wanting to begin

Slow chimes in single file ring longer
Breaking days will only make them stronger

Pieces
Music by James North & Lix Bacskay. Words by Lix Bacskay. © May 2009

Pieces of words
Not like karaoke
Phasers fire
But we're above the atmo

And if...

I could build a city with you
There wouldn't be a sound
But for the air breathing in and out
Like new

And...

I would die
Just for a moment
If you were at my side
I would fight
Upside of day break
To keep the night alive

Pieces of life
Not unlike silence
Punches fly
But we're above the violence

And if...

I could build a riddle for you
There wouldn't be a rhyme
But for the air breathing in and out
Like new

And...

I would die
Just for a moment
If you were at my side
I would fight
Upside of day break
To keep the night alive

I would die
Just for a moment
If you were at my side
I would fight
Upside of day break
To keep the night alive

Kabuki
Music by James North & Steve Pope. Words by Lix Bacskay © June 2009.

Scientists all in a row
Lily white coats in stereo
Counting lights and frequencies
Confining supernovas burning up the night when you're with me

I blew away
there was a white light
An open door
but it was alright
You were the news
some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
Kabuki theatre comedy
A painted face
beneath the spotlight
An open book
Could read you all night
You were the news
some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
The in between

Journalist at the window
Filing cabinets, radio
Marking words in dictionaries
To write a story on the way you look when you're with me

I blew away
there was a white light
An open door
but it was alright
You were the news
some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
Kabuki theatre comedy
A painted face
beneath the spotlight
An open book
Could read you all night
You were the news
some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
The in between...

I blew away
There was a white light
An open door
But it was alright
You were the news
Some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
Kabuki theatre comedy
A painted face
Beneath the spotlight
An open book
Could read you all night
You were the news
Some kind of symmetry
I was the drama
Kabuki theatre comedy

King of Queens
Words & Music by Lix Bacskay © January 2007

I try to speak to you
Nothing comes out right
So far removed
From your humid night

I can’t get to you
Even if I flew tonight
Right by the Priestess
And her watchful eye

She’ll never see me coming
She’ll never see me go
She’ll only hear the humming
As is grows and takes a hold

hmmmm mmm
hmmmm mmm

You hear me in the silence
You watch me in the dawn
I see you when there’s nothing
And no one there at all

I can’t get to you
Even if I flew tonight
Right by the Demons
And their boot black eyes

They’ll never see me coming
They’ll never see me go
They’ll only hear the humming
As is grows and takes a hold

hmmmm mmm
hmmmm mmm
hmmmm mmm
hmmmm mmm

I’m a deadman for a blues scale
Between the flesh and the strings
Even on a bad day
Your fingers make me wanna sing

Fable (aka. A.B.D.)
Words and music by Lix Bacskay © December 2006

I am a Mustang and my wheels are spinning in the dusty dirt
I am a shiny thing of power, useful goodness and of worth
I am freedom from a stationary life and from the hurt
I am what separates the dream from the machine, I am her

I am her

I am the keys in the ignition of revolution's birth
I am the smell of oil and leather, the metaphor of verse
I am the rumble of the righteous, I am voices unrehearsed
I am the life inside the living and the souls of all who were

I am her

I am a dealer of desires beneath the bedclothes of unrest
I am a grand excuse for conflict, an amendment to the first
I am religion in the absence of the thought of something worse
I am unleaded and unburdened of the future, I am her

I am her

I am the excess of a generation lost without the earth
I am the ancient fire still burning in the bellies of the cursed
I'll drain the oceans and the deserts as they supplement my thirst
I am the blind man's cane, the headless horseman and the hearse

I am her

I am a Mustang and my wheels are spinning in the dusty dirt
I am a shiny thing of power, useful goodness and of worth
I am freedom from a stationary life and from the hurt
I am what seperates the dream from the machine, I am her

I am her

Dollhouse
Music by James North. Words by Lix Bacskay © June 2009

Heyyyyy ...I got you all wrapped up
Heyyyyy ...spin you like a spinning top
Said the little girl to the big machine
I'm gonna stitch you up I'm gonna make a scene
I'm gonna turn the world like a carousel
You're just the last in line to choose the red or blue pill

Care to make it interesting on every side
You've got a dollhouse, it's a gingerbread, candy-fed lie
Dare to make me forget, why don't you give it a try
I'm just a girl and it's a big bad second hand world ...I think you'll get by

Heyyyyy ...I got you all worked out
Heyyyyy ...fly before you hit the ground
Said the little girl to the new vaccine
You're gonna make them weak, before you make them mean
I'm gonna turn your head like a circus clown
I read the small print on the bottle and your going down

Care to make it interesting on every side
You've got a dollhouse, it's a gingerbread, candy-fed lie
Dare to make me forget, why don't you give it a try
I'm just a girl and it's a big bad second hand world ...I think you'll get by

Care to make it interesting on every side
You've got a dollhouse, it's a gingerbread, candy-fed lie
Dare to make me forget, why don't you give it a try
I'm just a girl and it's a big...
It's a really big, really bad world

Visual Basic
Words and Music by Lix Bacskay © February 2007

Sometimes I try to pretend
That I don’t know you
You’re just a spoon that I bend in the night

All these means and their ends
They make us older
And everyone else is just tryin' to get high

Feels like I got no brains and no command over
These emotions and my hands
I hear the keys click and my wheels stick
I just wanna get back from where…
I got no brains and no command over
These emotions and my hands
I hear the keys click and my wheels stick
I just wanna get back to basics

Some days I try to defend
My right to burn this
You’re just the ash that I left in the fire

All these tears that have dried
They make us colder
When everyone else is still tryin' to get high

Feels like I got no brains and no command over
These emotions and my hands
I hear the keys click and my wheels stick
I just wanna get back from where…
I got no brains and no command over
These emotions and my hands
I hear the keys click and my wheels stick
I just wanna get back to basics

Paper Planes
Music by James North. Words by Lix Bacskay. © April 2009

Wax and feathers drop to the ground
These things that go up
It's only a matter of time
Before they fall back down

Fickle and fabric we move to the sound
Of crayon to page
On thoughts drawn of flying machines
We're floating on down to the ground

Of evils and kisses I dreamt things anew
We folded our paper planes and we flew
Like heroes of circumstance
King and Queen of a passing glance
Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance

Hearts and pennies drop without sound
These pages we fold
Are only a matter of fact
When they tumble on down to the ground

Of evils and kisses I dreamt things anew
We folded our paper planes and we flew
Like heroes of circumstance
King and Queen of a passing glance
Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance

Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance