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Bratislava
03:32
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It's a long, strange road filled with signs that I don't recognise
we bear such a heavy load hiding pain beneath a mask of smiles
the road slides away below as the satellite counts off the miles
it’s almost time to say goodbye
But what we've made will not break easily
what we can't say out loud is in our hearts
what we've made; glimpsed in between
the spaces in the laughter
Making room, there's always space for one more at our table
someone to keep time; to bear this heavy load of laughter shared
you're not alone, at home we're reaching out across the miles to you
it’s almost time to say hello again
hello again
Because what we've made...
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2. |
Tear You Down
04:18
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Trembling, terrible, hidden
Beneath years of vapid acquisition
And knee-jerk hatred springs unbidden
To the idle, heavy tongue
You are bereft of hope,
Your useless mission
The soul’s excision
From the world you sell to the young
And I am angry, burning - hostile rage
At the twisted, gilded mess you’ve made
Of the addled, groping, dullards – aimless
Spectres of their youth is fading
But the lines of hate
carved on their faces
cannot displace the
Words inside my head; they cannot be erased
Fuck your reputation
I will bring you down
Damn your temples
I will burn them to the ground
Stand against me
And I will tear you down
I will tear you down
I swear
I will tear you down.
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3. |
My Father
04:15
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Strong hands, broken nails, the smell of oil
Lifting me and feeding me, teaching me to read, to be
Everything I am
Your shoes worn by walking paths that were never mine
Your voice raised in songs I cannot share any more
I do not have to reconcile to declare my love
Understanding, explanation – the faith of a child
Your words were wisdom, still echoing... echoing.
Your shoes worn by walking paths that were never mine
Your voice raised in jokes I cannot share any more
The lines on your face – a path that I must one day tread
But I will feel no fear,
You’ve gone and will go with me
But for you, the songs in me would never be
I do not have to reconcile to declare my love.
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4. |
Sapphire
03:26
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Cold ashes, dry bones, hot news, falling thrones, carrion-feeding vultures keep on selling cheap loans...
High profits, low wage, frozen assets, burning rage, singing from the same page, praying for a golden age, high office patronage or hard cash to get you laid with camera flash glamour babes – gagging for the front page
Spin the dial – every song is just the same
We are hypnotised – all compelled to play the game
Oh, and watch them cheat – silence is your only chance
You’re already beat – if all you want to do is dance
Ghost on the TV screen: Fifteen minutes - has beens; rolling news horror show shaping up another body blow
It’s a picture perfect goose chase, selling you a perfect face a rich-man’s rat-race keeping you in last place, white collar wolf-pack preying off the beaten back, on-target, off-track, buying souls and selling crack
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5. |
Magic Lantern Show
04:13
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Forgotten dreams… lost poetry,
pinwheel through the corner of my mind
as I sit, alone in contemplation.
Unspoken words to lost love:
A magic lantern show
in desolation
Raging at blind Fortune
for snatching future seconds
but lost and impotent without you here.
Unstoppable, unmerciful -
time’s river thunders on.
Awake, to drown in loneliness and fear.
Not the purest of their priests
not the wisest of their teachers
could ever hope to bring you back to me
but not the darkest thief of night time
could steal the love we shared
could steal away our past from memory.
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6. |
Wasted
05:59
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Cast around for heaven's scent,
spurn the chances to repent
gag the voices of dissent
with every dollar that you spent
with what you stole
you have no recourse or excuse
for the power that you've abused;
science might beguile and words confuse
but now you know you can’t elude
the rising tides
Treat the future as a game,
win the prize and shift the blame;
but if gold is all you crave,
ignore the wisdom of the age
Too late to save
Filling up the void inside
Selling short and buying time
Buying up a place to hide
The evidence of all your crimes
We are not blind
mercury climbing shadows rising tides growing higher, I see you clinging to your raft of lies: you hide your eyes but you still deny the sight of Gaia as she cries
Another wasted day,
see you fading away
it's just a game you play
as you throw it all away
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Whiskey
04:49
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She has defiled the sanctity of your solemn refuge
With lurid splashes of bubbling laughter
Dragged reluctant smiles from you
like shrapnel from ancient, hard-fought wounds
This heart, so alone for so long -
Set me free
This heart so cold for so long -
Burns for thee
Beneath the armour of your dented pride
Your practiced hostility, your endless quick asides
She has found seams of beauty buried deep within
Beneath the strata of your conquered fears
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8. |
Untouched
04:00
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As they lay – tangled, naked in bed
She sold him the dreams in his head.
Baptised in the touch of her sweat
As it rolled down his skin.
Then the music that played in his head
Fell silent. He wished he was dead –
For the silence was filled with the nightmares
Her dreams kept at bay
If I touch you then maybe I’ll hear the songs that will banish the fear
And the light will shine down on a road
I can travel once more.
As I ride, late at night in a dream,
Through the helmet I hear the tyres scream.
Each bend ushers me closer
To a darkness I no longer fear
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9. |
Eriphany
04:50
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She's drawing smiling flowers
in condensation tears
Tapping fingers as the rain drums on the window
Waiting for the sunshine
To come breaking through the clouds
and touch a lonely, desperate soul in need
Her heart is breaking
For every hand that's held out
For every child crying out in pain
She sees what passes unseen
She feels. . .
She won't go quietly...
He wears cigar smoke
like a favourite shirt,
sitting in the corner of a bar.
Watching rays of sunshine
flashing amber in the whisky
that he hopes will dull the aching in his heart.
His heart is broken
From too many battles lost
but tomorrow he will rise and fight again
He sees what no one wants to see
He feels...
He won't go quietly
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10. |
Surf Trip
05:09
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Sparkling, silvered moonlight shadows kiss;
Shifting gold beneath your feet.
Exhalations rumbling on the breeze –
In the distance the dragon sleeps
Hard days, you can come crashing down – chairman of the board
Your blue world turned around - paddle out for more
This is where I want to be – warm days and smiling friends
Life can be a beach. May this summer never end.
Stumbling footsteps, laughing eyes,
Trust the strength in a new found friend
To carry your love up on high
Safe in this circle without end.
Hard days...
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The Layers Bristol, UK
Who are The Layers? Five humans who would, were it not for a simple lack of balaclavas, probably be robbing a Post Office near you. Instead, their maladjusted energies were channelled into music…
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