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| ALICE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Somehow I am in this human memory In a carriage tube of clarity from underneath the grass Spinning in a mass of interposing light just tangents I have seen the vestiges of life under lids Closing over the menial sins, The barbarous deeds that were never enacted The passion of practice, the entropy Winding down, winding down You know where I'll be when the next one hits The world leads out from here, the epicentre With no furniture, follow the rabbit Into the quickening anger, with a stopwatch Giving birth, giving silence, the tiniest crying Shouts in the quietest face, when you left The child with no face, entered the world Carrying just what it needed, removing excess youth Have to be refl___ess, somewhere an angel is reciting nuclear And you see the geometry of light And the darkness is made whole and you know You know where you'll be when the next one hits Winding down, winding down, reducing noise The hiss, the atmosphere, the world lead down from here Where am I? I don't know where I am |
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| B Lyrics |
| BLOOMSDAY | THE BOMB CIRCLE | |
| I would remove the centre staples From a summer diary And let the wind take up the pages So they can fly The leaves fly, believes again Once shy, twice bitten All gone soon, all gone soon Somewhere in the middle hundreds In some encyclopaedia To keep the weather from the daisyheads So they can dry Oooh leaves pressed, interlude At last, white lilies All gone soon, all gone soon The character inside (Bayonet's seized under a flame) By any other name is still a (rose) And so it goes, goes And leaves, believes again Dry seeds, foreign women All gone now, all gone now Blooms, soon, blooms, soon |
To spill a cup and not to cry To wind a watch and watch time fly To cast a line and reel it home To find in time what Americans call closure So much easy talk So much attitude Such a lack of thought in values too The fuse that blows the ring of explosives To face the fire and not to flinch To meet an eye and not to blink To raise the mind to greater heights To find in time what Americans call closure The ring of explosives (What) Americans call closure |
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| BREAKING THE ICE | BREAKING THE ICE | |
| In the northern sky; Studying auroras Differentials in the shifting surface layers The abiding law Of summer thaws And losing our direction Our common lack, We have a radio transmitter And I note you are haywire Bearing up on the shelf Our common wealth This is strange terrain; A plain white topograph I move out with my all sky camera To immerse myself In the wealth of words That will not translate These units express Elements of culture I must limit my horizons To survive And these glyphs and graphs The power tools To cut through Like a scythe |
In the northern sky; Studying auroras Differentials in the shifting surface layers The abiding law Of summer thaws And losing our direction Our common lack, We have a radio transmitter And I note you are haywire Bearing up on the shelf Our common wealth This is strange terrain; A plain white topograph I move out with my all sky camera To immerse myself In the wealth of words That will not translate These units express Elements of culture I must limit my horizons To survive And these glyphs and graphs The power tools To cut through Like a scythe |
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| C Lyrics |
| COBWEB THEORY | THE CRYSTAL PALACE | |
| I hate these summer Parsi I've sung to when they sting Into me I know it, I know it I bear nothing, waiting I know it, I know it I have nothing to say, nothing to say It's all here, in me So will you take it off my hands Please, please I hate these, I hate these summer Parsi I.. don't want to play but sting Onto marks I know it, I know it No more lightning, no more tungsten No more radio, no more fusillades Nothing to say Does it ever cross your mind? Can you remember not being able..? Does it ever cross your mind? The static, the air You should know that I feel so close To everything, everything No more lightning, no more tungsten No more radio, no more fusillades |
When I find my courage I'll live like an ascetic And though I'll be hanging on by that cold thread I'll find a serum that makes me thinner So I can easily slip through the bars of this facility Hand me my robe Show me the mirror And defer to what you see You the subject I the monarch Of this glass bound country Mid the spoils of war Surveying my palace Knowing I will survive In this remnant from greatness If I were to forfeit custom I could never brook the shame Of descent among the rabble Just a monkey, just a monkey By another name, by another name |
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| DOPPLER EFFECT | DREAMING IN HOTELS | |
| Another summer without sheets Ten horses playing shapes Upon the ceiling of the bedroom Seek me out, the most obtuse So shall excuses, luminous companion Men are from Troy, (indigo and oil) The wildest time, the driven self I watch the cars go by in the heat A neat shaft of light defined And pinned against the wall Seek me out this little feeling So jangled meanings not unlike me, screamed: 'This thing I fear, there's something I fear, I have nothing to fear but fear itself' Seek me out.. A yellowed radius of light Reflected on the glass, inside the sweeper The stranger seek me out To start at Land's End Can be reminded I can see myself 'This thing I fear there's something I fear, I have nothing to fear but fear itself' I can see you from up here.. |
I was with the Ephesians when he preached Now we are breathing in hotels, optimist A lover of theatre, a service on my needs And Paul in the temple, optimist This was the language of rhetoric And only speech translates, optimist You read my silence as admonition of the world Admission of his faith And Paul in the temple, optimist I was with the Ephesians when he came Now we are dreaming in hotels, I'm breathing The brutal act of understanding at will Still, stealing my wine Like Paul in the temple, away away |
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| EXIT | PLACEHOLDER | |
| My brothers and sisters Circle 'round like standing stones These columns mark my exit Lines etched on their bodies Mark the passages of time Ancient scripture, first calendar This is it, this is it Thank them for their pity Hidden in the heart of love And thank them for the flowers I tried to make sense of it With my aesthetic so large When the words can penetrate The blank tableau of fate As the voices join together, say "I" As I dance with my creator, say "I" On the day of all our fathers, say "I" This is it, this is it This is it, the history of me This is it, the history of me |
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| 'FEW WORDS' IS BETTER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| If I made a film about life without you It would only take minutes If I made a film about life without you I would crawl through my house I would leave notes on my chairs I would leave snow on the stairs I would feel there My eye is a camera Swallowing light fields Do you know it makes sense? So take my photograph, take mine Take my photograph, take mine |
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| GYROSCOPE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Another planet in transit A relative motion Dynamo Something made out of spinning glass A coloured revolution Something formed out of points of light An orbital illusion Familiar scientific formulae Your placebo, your control Stone me Don't expect it to heal Stone me Don't expect it to yield Stone me Don't expect it to feel Familiar When you are left out of the book When your name is erased When you are left out of the book You are a heretic And the devil is in the details Something made out of spinning glass A coloured revolution Something made out of points of light Heretical solution Familiar… Stone me… The devil is in the detail… |
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| HOLY SMOKE (TSUNAMI) | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Fire on a mountain I am shocked by this act of contrition Apocalyptic turn that the sun takes once a year A plutonic force of lever but who holds the balance of power Fire is a process, no matter sacred in its waters The Holy Sea, the elements resist The sanitation system, and who holds the balance of power? No watershed here, no watershed here Fire on a mountain Forensic participating evidence The aftermath, the empty moon is singed The retina is unhinged like things seen in the first hour No watershed here, no watershed here A tulip to my cup When you cut through some fire With your ice tattooed a heart in flames I'll meet you several eons from yester night Upon an artic plain I can see you leaving like a Swedish sun But seeing is believing all is said and done How the goal posts keep moving When you're a freedom junkie And who's to know who's scoring goals When I'm a freedom junkie too |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| JACK | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Fear of flying Delirium at the perradial The tongue and the seed in motion All matters understood He came to lift me My own new gravity In the fullness of your nature Mercury in the ground/planet There was a longing sibling The wait was long enough Into the open sky through open windows Ooh I follow, ooh, swallow fear And they stood here for the darkness Clearing to the sea of dreams The nightmare executions All of my life's children He came to lift me Through should be concerned With sense to become to breathing There seem illusions When Jack went across the meadow, along with carnivals In an open sky through (open) windows I want to wallow in hay and not die in here He came to lift me with you... |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| LAST BUS | LAST WATCH | |
| Now there's a student with a PC And a soldier with a mobile phone We are the army of technology And we're all in the same U-boat I've had enough of this I'm gonna do the same thing tomorrow And now my television is mutinous And from the radio comes bucking fizz So if I miss it will you pick me And will you show me where the course ends I've had enough of this I'm gonna do the same thing tomorrow |
Latter days, mechanical A winch with high, the land wide of the shaft Tried the stars again, to wind the light For revolution What the hand performs, the mind records I have to store it away from daylight From daylight, from daylight I am the heritage I am manpower that is running in the way of To the signal box, dead sentinel With artificial eyes What the mind perceives The soul can read If language runs to seed In daylight, in daylight A light that knows reflections In infinite recession A light that knows geometry, mirrors in contuge A mortal brace to turn the face discreetly to the wall In daylight, in daylight |
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| THE MOUSE ORGAN | MOUTH TO MOUTH | |
| PLACEHOLDER | We weave a network of circuits as words See the shadow on the lampshade Looks like a hangman's hood And I agree, I see but it's only another betrayal Of my sense of completion As I sing the body Electric current conducted to earth And when you leave I will be singing I swear That is only the physical body with interior discipline And the song has already been written, it is whole The web of pulses will spell out your name Until the wheel of generations comes around again And now you see what will be, but it's only Another betrayal of your need for confusion Faded, escape with your life Bright light of hope in your eye White as the white in the sky, serenade That is only the physical body with exterior weathering And this song has already been written for your soul, the serenade And the path of light is leading you somewhere... |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| OVER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| For every second I was beneath you For every second weight on your chest For every second that you are breathing For every second that you have left You don't For every second chasing your tail For every second reading your words For every second desire prevailed For every second leading me on You don't Hell hath no fury, hell hath no fury Like this, like this, be gone... For every second, for every second For every second, for every second |
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| THE PLAGUE MONKEYS | POLAR MAGNETS (PARTS 1 & 2) | |
| Lick horse, kick horse He is tied in a field He knows nothing Of a swan on your shelf Or a rose bowl in a suburban window This killer apathy Stretches over me and forms a carapace A living shell A vicious ring I'm so vaguely sick of everything Bloody foreland Rhesus negative cove Mindscapes of that pure blind Indifference to mankind Loaded as a weapon Where in the system is a virus Retro I thought the perfect metaphor Like a powerful magnet Would hold open the doors Municipal doors Lick horse, kick horse He is tied in a field He knows nothing Of this antibiotic Aroma of death Like sugar on your breath |
Can you fathom the depths of reason The reason the depths I care Should you bemuse our demon, or simply in air We dance around each other like polar magnets And I go home un-together A complete atomic mass... Life is too short and important to waste time with these feelings Most things submit to rational This will not bow to reason Half an hour, there's a question mark What is for one side a bridge No more saltwater coffee I'm sorry, I can't do this I can't, I can't... And nothing can make it better We'll have to live with it forever |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| ROGUE GENE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| A stranger stands in my doorway bumming a
cigarette And temper boy is hiding in the space beneath the bed, I sense a voice disappearing from the centre of this noise I'm not always sure I love you but then do I have a choice? Sometimes you have to face your enemy so look at me I tire of people asking why as a prelude to judgement The killing kinds that give the lie to the politics of dysfunction Is this the core of emptiness in each suburban district Or the anomaly of consciousness A base human conflict? Sometimes you have to face your enemy so look at me It seems the soul craves oblivion while the body lusts for life The human urge is to hide away while struggling to survive And all the things that I would say To an angry child of five are hidden..... hidden Trust in it |
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| SAFE | SEA CHANGE | |
| A sense of your worth Try to save your breath I try to save your breath And tell people to return your futures They're not for them to wear I can't quite put you together You could be anywhere Safe, safe... Summer, summer is my life Just a few days long Just a few days, long But I, I don't have to worry 'Cause you said I'd be alright But didn't you say, didn't you say I'd be Safe, safe... I can't quite put you together I can't quite put you together I can't quite put you together I can't, can't, can't Safe, safe... Just a few days long, just a few days long Just a few days long, long, long |
I find collection in the deep recess of time Correct location is the melody and rhyme Now I can see it, I can see it Such a great idea, did you leave me car____? In the advance to progress, ended up with nil I broke the hourglass, there was so little sand Each saline crystal is a dream upon dry land Now I can see it, I can it Such a special memory, you don't leave me car_____? Just a random image, burning in the flames Now I can see it, I can see it I can see it, I can see it, yeah, yeah |
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| SEA CHANGE (PART TWO) | STAR COUNTRY | |
| Stand at the crowd, I'm in the wind Breathing the future, channelling in Under the breakers, tied to the post I am the harbour, your are my coast I claim you |
Take my words, I will borrow yours Between the substance of thought and the substrate of language A voice was caught That sings to me in my sleep Reservation This dreamed collective Of a death ship and a death march Sails across the proscenium arch To touch that star Reservation On dry land This savage savant was trained I can reap and sow I can drink and go crazy Distilling image out of ether Did I dream that we should meet? Maybe Take my words, I will borrow yours again Distilling sound out of the ether Did I dream that we should meet? As the shore-lights of a harbour And the search-lights of a fleet Or as the night-lights of a plane Your destination Reservation |
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| SURFACING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The surface breaks And the water comes in between Who will save you When the surface breaks? Let it go… I remember I saw god in an optic And I asked: Are you a wave or a particle? He said: I am… …Balanced on the crest of a world winding down That over which you pass in silence The absolute noun But there is a water-wheel Turning inside This dam-building You cannot win against the water Memory is a reservoir of resonances And dreams are crystalline They fall out of the noise When you could measure the effect That kept you high and you went running wild And clean out of daydreams You cannot win against the water No the tide has time on its side I remember I read that life is s-shaped And from my place on the bell-curve I turn my back on her Resounding on the drum of summer But there is a water-wheel Turning inside This damn building You cannot win against the water The tide has time on its side I remember I saw god in an optic And I asked: Are you a mirror or a lamp? He said: I am …I am… |
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| THIRTY THREE TIMES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Sometimes I feel the wind blowing through
me Knowing those carrying the spores I don't want to be afraid anymore If my house were a colony of ghosts I could learn the words At my invocation though on occasion They in turn do not stay A black mind drifting the earth White shoes running without feet Anything but sunken so deep in this clay Sometimes I feel the wind blowing through me The breath of the day diaspore I don't want to be afraid anymore I will set traps for these shipwrecks So like a God, knowing them all |
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| UNSUNG | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Fall breaks within this Build up of tears for summer's ending And all of the endings, ever The shedding of leaves Arboreal sorrow, roots are a channel My life transplanted, again And it always seems to me It always seems to me, I'm winning I store up vestiges From many soils plumbed Time is unyielding This song cannot be unsung And I'm never looking back I'm never looking back I'm never looking back, never, never And it always seems to me, I'm winning |
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| WHITE FEATHERS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| This sweetened drip is just a line Life is a lark in the (nude) With object, lessons With static, reason Sometimes it's what it is Sometimes I'm what I see Sometimes it hardly means enough To be surrendering And those religious thieves They stole the words from me My purpose, beating My courage, feeling Sometimes it's what it is Sometimes I'm what I need Sometimes it almost seems enough To be surrendering, to be surrendering The last days of calling The lost years of calling The soul surrendering And soul surrendering |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| 23C | 256 SHADES OF GREY | |
| The space where nothing matters But half a chance....to lead with my feet But what of destination When I don't know where this began And what of celebration When I don't know where this will end It covered me over the dark heart of winter Sleep was the only respite A station where I could be oblivious To my solitary flight Just give me information And show me the new and the strange I'm not quite in danger but I am embracing the change I'm not seeking absolutes But sleeping with you Is like touching the ground is the safest place That I have found where nothing matters |
Plastic raincoat The colour of aqua-marine Face the cloud banks Look for the rainbow in-between Let it rain, let it rain on me Circumstantial The meeting of water and light Raindrop prism Needing the gift of human sight Let it rain, let it rain on me Except for the shadows, We're not here at all, except for the shadows Except for the shadows, I'm not here at all Except for the shadows, I'm not here This is a spectacle Never to be claimed It's just a perspective Of water in the wind So let it rain, let it rain I'm not here, I'm not here at all |
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