Phinehas (1996)

Actors

• Patrick Breen (actor)
• Preston Foerder (actor)
• Hilary Gilford (producer)
• Patrick Breen (writer)
• Evan Lurie (composer)
• Fisher Stevens (director)
• Gary Winick (editor)

Genres

• Short

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Grace Disguised By Darkness - Phinehas
• Panhammer - Phinehas
• The Jungle - Phinehas
• Well If The Earths Are Stopped Then The Fox Faces The Hounds - Phinehas
• I Am The Lion - Phinehas

I've felt their lives slip through my fingers.
Now I watch them circle the drain.
With breath like the torrent (THEY SINK SINK)
To the bottom.
I've wasted so many chances,
My efforts' not a drop in the barrel.
With a body like a boulder (I SINK SINK)
To the bottom.
I've shown my teeth and have had them kicked in one too many times.
In my yearning He split the rock, and the water gushed forth.
A voice keeps yelling, a voice keeps yelling
"This is where your proud waves end"
My fingers trace lines, on the surface I'm consumed.
The sinking feeling, the sinking feeling
"This is where your proud waves end"
I take my first step, I'm thrown over the edge.
I TRIED TO WALK ON THE WATER, BUT NOW I JUST SWIM
They slipped through my fingers.
Now I watch them circle the drain.
With breath like the torrent (THEY SINK SINK)
To the bottom.
I've wasted so many chances,
My efforts' not a drop in the barrel.
With a body like a boulder (I SINK SINK)
To the bottom.
I scream your name.
Are you outside of your wrath?
Oh God, I scream your name.
And amongst the pile of dead...
I see a light split the water from the heavens,
And I feel God glowing inside me,
My heart SHAKES with the music of the spheres.
I no longer tremble in fear,
For Redemption has found me,
And in Redemption comes the overflow...

Come on come on, are you a dead man?
Pull up your skirt, we’re on a mission.
WHO SAID WE’VE WON?
We need a hero not a politician.
Don’t you know our legs will never carry us far enough
When we’ve put our faith in a map a blind man drew for us
The attrition of this nation will seal its fate
Light of the world illuminate
Oh yeah
Won’t you blind us all?
Oh yeah
Show us your scars.
My hounds were bred of the golden kind, so flew’d, so
sanded
Follow the march to the end of the world two by two
DEAD MAN what are you waiting for?
DEAD MAN get a hold of yourself and pull some swagger!
Come on come on, are you a dead man?
Pull up your skirt, we’re on a mission.
WHO SAID WE’VE WON?

Can you point us all to something to run from
They’re biting at our heels
Can you point us all to something to run from
And slay us if you will
We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers’ blood
Instead of ringing out it clings to us
The snares we set only trapped the dead
And the chains never wash away they just sink further
into the mud
The tombstone to the casket
All hell in a hand basket
Pray the chains cut deep cut deep
Ugh!
Can we cast our demons out to sea (drowning the
savagery)
Punch our fists straight through the ceiling (yeah
we’ll take the heat)
We suffer to the beat
Then release our beasts ON THE STREETS
We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers’ blood
Instead of ringing out it clings to us
The snares we set only trapped the dead
And the chains never wash away they just sink further
into the mud
Pray the chains cut deep cut deep
Pray the stains sink deep sink deep
WHAT WILL BE LEFT THAT IS NOT HELL’S
WHEN WE’VE DESTROYED THE WORLD OURSELVES
We destroyed the world ourselves
Don’t look back if you’re gonna rebel
Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry)
Prepare your graves, but don’t stop
Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry)
Prepare your graves, but don’t stop

I shake the dust from off myself
And set my face like flint.
Scorch the thorns entangling me
And pull me closer into you,
Because this city’s full of devils
And the streets clad with coal.
I remember every waking day
As I chewed on your soul.
On and on,
A recollection of our failure
On and on,
Forget the past, we’re moving onward.
Tell my devils I’m never coming back
I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel
ashamed.
I can see that your motives are not pure, they’re not
yours!
THROW THE STONES, THEY WEIGH HEAVY IN YOUR HANDS!
THROW THE STONES, THEY WEIGH HEAVY IN YOUR HANDS!
On and on,
A recollection of our failure.
On and on,
All the people crushed on the threshing floor.
I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel
ashamed.
This body, a burning building,
It’s nothing but flesh and bone.
This body, a burning building,
Turn and run or face the hounds.
FACE THE HOUNDS!

Son of Mine, can you hear the sound of this repetition as clockwork
I' m always peeling back your skin to rip the legions from your heart
Every scar you leave yourself is a jewel in the making
I would give new passion yet you' ve turned your back
Like a devil of details cut your throat you' re so addicted
You ' ll swing the hammer and I' ll turn your nails to gold
Like a devil of details you' re so addicted
You ' ll swing the hammer and I' ll turn your nails to gold
You will know My voice when the hair on your neck stands up
I opened this door, and I will bring the End
All gives way and all will fall to their knees and beg for grace
Son of Mine these letters I swear have not been burnt
My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake
Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand
I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot on my neck to the ground
I' m longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand
Here I am
I await You
My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake
Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand
I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot
on my neck to the ground
I' m longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand
You will know My voice
Here I am
Clear the path