1. |
Even Song (1)
01:58
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Rock-wing beaten air surrounding
Evening senses song to sound
About above beyond me happening
I the wading through I am.
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2. |
Shut In The Keep
03:35
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Keep your hands off
Keep your
Keep your
Hands off me
I am iron tower
I am hardened vein
I am in my own power
I am a rubbish-blocked drain
I am a vast fortune
I am wasted time
I am judge and jury
I am unsolved crime
I am a sick story
I am aching head
I am a crowd of mourners
Stood at my own death bed
I am not up for auction
I belong to my sins
I am the gun for the final
Of a race no-one wins
Keep your hands off
Keep your
Keep your
Hands off me
Keep your hands off
Keep your
Keep your
Hands off me
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3. |
Sight Sea (instrumental)
05:33
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4. |
Homeless
01:36
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Stranger in pain
This lame street citizen
Denizen doped in a cardboard city
Cash flow feelings hunt your hurting
Hands and feet all numbed ignored
Hail the king! The worship rises
Hail the king of death and pain
Cashing in on Human suffering
Business dinnertimes by train
Over all and in all weather
Make success your god or fail
Fail to eat and fail to shimmer
Goodbye stranger – failed again
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5. |
Tomorrow Today
06:05
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Stropping the razor of our greed
Against sensitive planet skin
Shaving off the atmosphere
Shaving off fauna and flora
Sharp in judgement over every
Facet of out behaviour except stupidity
Head in bag blind Walkman deaf
This time the hands refuse to turn back
They strain, they strain towards a midnight appointment
And I saw a world of bitter gusting winds
Along every turgid riverbank
Gasping birds flopped in oily garments
Our children sucked thorns
Between rasps of tattered air
I saw roads choked with static transports
Like the vomit of some drunk and staggering giant
And I saw more and more and more and more
Of less and less and less and more
When baby cries cut through my sleep
And I woke from the dream of tomorrow
Today
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7. |
Yes
05:36
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“OK”, she said with gun to head
And heart in hands with blood thereon
“You’re on”, she said
And wished me dead
For all I taught and did and do
For all I knew the show was through
Over and out, the power pulled out
“But maiden fair” I cried
“Despair is not your natural colouring!”
“Earth to earth” said she (said earth)
“We’ve had our clashes, ash to ash is
All that you have left behind.. oh humankind
So blind! Re-wind!”
She said in her undress
“Desist from rape, redress and yes –
You still have time (at least a bit)
To change….”
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8. |
Apathetic & Here, I...
02:53
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Apathetic and here, I watch myself glide from the sky,
Losing height and end up as something gone bump in the light
Which doesn’t desire to be dragged from the night:
But change is the heartbeat of life into life
Which trembling approaches the knife.
Redemption is costly there’s blood on the land
And all of us till it, it sticks to our hands
It seems to be bound up in our very glands;
It sucks all out wagon wheels into the slush
And falsifies our every blush.
The heart’s a thermometer, readings are odd
We’re from luke-warmer regions where Cain gives the nod
And we tread upon roads where our fathers have trod
We are mapless and hapless and blown by the breeze
And we chatter of being at ease
Dreary me
We chatter of being at ease.
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9. |
Ooze
03:38
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The town seems different in the snap of this frost
Chin lives in collar
Collar on jacket
Fingers and hands being separate in the search for warm harbour in the pockets
House numbers, house calls, cars on the roadside
The intricate crystals of cold fan the windscreens
And I’m wandering
Wondering whether all your energy spent in your service will ever add up
Optimism is a pre-requisite; on a good day it’s hope, on a bad day not there
Yes, believer believing of course
Yet I’ve been giving answers this morning and well…
It’s the fear that you’re hoaxing yourself that comes
Peek through the curtains where closet coldness lies
Lies on the window curls up like a disdainful lip
Or something of a freezing thorn across my sight
The fence needs fixing, the door’s a bit loose
When I’m cold I tend to ignore the simple jobs
I know, I know as I sip coffee and commitment
That I’m always forgetting the hails.
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10. |
Where Are You Bound?
09:13
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When the forests are burning
The sticks being snapped
The water is oily
The oil’s being tapped
And everyman’s child
Lives where everyman crapped
Tell me truthfully
Where are you bound?
When the cripples are left
At the side of the road
The healthy revive them
Just to increase their load
So the healthy do better
And the cripples be blowed
Tell me truthfully
Where are you bound?
Where rivers are poisonous
Flowing with silt
The guilty sell newspapers
Histories of guilt
The ruins of Babylon
Are still being built
The blood of the innocent
Filmed as it’s spilt
Those engaged upon truth
Are encouraged to jilt
Greed and debauchery run at full tilt
Into bed with the lawless one under a quilt of lies and derangement in debt to the hilt
And the bonds of our death are paraded as guilt
And the filth is too deep for 10,000 mile stilts
And the Number One song is a funeral lilt
And the only law kept is “Do as thou wilt..”
Tell me truthfully Brother
Tell me truthfully Sister
Tell me truthfully everyone
Everyone everyone
Are you not bound?
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11. |
Helping Hand
00:56
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Blindfold? Cigarette?
Any other clichés we can get for you before
Blowing you suddenly into the nothingness
That you preached in the apathy and implied in the carelessness of your life?
Who are we?
Oh, you know..
Atoms…
Tracts of empty space..
All that stuff.
You’re tried, and convicted – committed;
By nothing, of nothing, to nothing.
That’s what you’ve always said
Who are you?
Oh! Now you’re asking…
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12. |
Midnight
00:47
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I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling
Outside the sky is crushing the atmosphere
The stars above, the earth below
Then worms, more earth, more sky
Which is space, and stars
I lie on my bed and try not to think too much
Even the bed-springs are terrified into silence
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13. |
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Now then-
If life is a sort of blip of something that springs up in the middle of nothing
Then it’s something that comes to nothing in the end.
If life is a part of a greater something, however,
Then in someway that something must be a someone
For how could life be a part of something not full of life, not alive?
So…..Dear someone, will you touch me?
I am sick, and tired of sores
Dear Someone, will you accept me?
I think what’s mine is yours.
Having said that, can you touch me
I have done much that is hateful
Will you reach to me through death?
Show me life, if you will
I’d be very, very, very, very
Grateful
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14. |
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15. |
Even Song (2)
08:13
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Rook-wing beaten air surrounding
Evening senses song to sound
About above beyond me happening
You the wading through I am
This time passage missile speeding
Slowed with fearful thoughts of death
My bereavements known and guessed at
In your hands Lord, in your hands
Commit this mind made heartfelt feeling
Dusk devoured and spewed in night
With the dancing planets racing
All to come to you
I come crossbound naked, question seeking
Slash to join of flesh and blood
Challenged hope as prayer arising
Into all that stands aloof
Christ above me
Christ within me
Christ above beyond entire
This the evensong I offer
Rooks-wing beaten air
My spire.
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16. |
Homeless (demo)
01:42
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Stranger in pain
This lame street citizen
Denizen doped in a cardboard city
Cash flow feelings hunt your hurting
Hands and feet all numbed ignored
Hail the king! The worship rises
Hail the king of death and pain
Cashing in on Human suffering
Business dinnertimes by train
Over all and in all weather
Make success your god or fail
Fail to eat and fail to shimmer
Goodbye stranger – failed again
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17. |
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Apathetic and here, I watch myself glide from the sky,
Losing height and end up as something gone bump in the light
Which doesn’t desire to be dragged from the night:
But change is the heartbeat of life into life
Which trembling approaches the knife.
Redemption is costly there’s blood on the land
And all of us till it, it sticks to our hands
It seems to be bound up in our very glands;
It sucks all out wagon wheels into the slush
And falsifies our every blush.
The heart’s a thermometer, readings are odd
We’re from luke-warmer regions where Cain gives the nod
And we tread upon roads where our fathers have trod
We are mapless and hapless and blown by the breeze
And we chatter of being at ease
Dreary me
We chatter of being at ease.
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18. |
Yes (outtake 1)
02:51
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“OK”, she said with gun to head
And heart in hands with blood thereon
“You’re on”, she said
And wished me dead
For all I taught and did and do
For all I knew the show was through
Over and out, the power pulled out
“But maiden fair” I cried
“Despair is not your natural colouring!”
“Earth to earth” said she (said earth)
“We’ve had our clashes, ash to ash is
All that you have left behind.. oh humankind
So blind! Re-wind!”
She said in her undress
“Desist from rape, redress and yes –
You still have time (at least a bit)
To change….”
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19. |
Yes (outtake 2)
01:28
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“OK”, she said with gun to head
And heart in hands with blood thereon
“You’re on”, she said
And wished me dead
For all I taught and did and do
For all I knew the show was through
Over and out, the power pulled out
“But maiden fair” I cried
“Despair is not your natural colouring!”
“Earth to earth” said she (said earth)
“We’ve had our clashes, ash to ash is
All that you have left behind.. oh humankind
So blind! Re-wind!”
She said in her undress
“Desist from rape, redress and yes –
You still have time (at least a bit)
To change….”
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20. |
Yes (outtake 3)
02:55
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“OK”, she said with gun to head
And heart in hands with blood thereon
“You’re on”, she said
And wished me dead
For all I taught and did and do
For all I knew the show was through
Over and out, the power pulled out
“But maiden fair” I cried
“Despair is not your natural colouring!”
“Earth to earth” said she (said earth)
“We’ve had our clashes, ash to ash is
All that you have left behind.. oh humankind
So blind! Re-wind!”
She said in her undress
“Desist from rape, redress and yes –
You still have time (at least a bit)
To change….”
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