1.The Victory Of Buckets And Doors
My childhood, lopsided, crumbs, trouble, clear-sighted and
leaning up against the wall.
We'd Sellotape the apples back on while they were ripe, sticking
to our story every time.
We stood there, same mischief, same background, shame-chagrin
with hands behind our backs and our eyes faced down.
We'd celebrate the victory of buckets and doors, smiling all the
way out the front door.
How I longed to hold her hand, how I longed to touch her face,
how I longed to hear a sound, come from that phone, from far
across the town.
That night when all went to hell I thought we'd never see the
thorns pulled out of our poor old toes.
We'd imitate the noises that we thought we should make, shouting
at the wind and our mistakes.
How I longed to touch her hand, how I longed to see her face,
how i longed to hear a sound, come from that voice, from far
across the land.
2.I Was Crushed By A Forty-Foot Man
I was crushed by a forty-foot man.
I didn't understand. I didn't see his hand.
I saw the cracks in the palm of his hand, as he squashed my
head, as the soulless giant said
da da da da da da da dar da da da.
I was lost in the cruelest of realms, when I saw your print and
the little drops of ink,
that you left by the side of the road, where the elephants rode,
where the orphan birds were sold.
da da da dar da da da dar da da da.
I will follow your scent to the end, to the end of this page, to
the start of my old age.
And when the souls in the know concur, I will eat your stress
and we'll be done with this mess.
da da da dar da da da dar da da da.
3.Our Hearts Have Been Misplaced In A Secret Location
It's not the same, as it was, the last time I was here, there
were hedges and cars.
There were people in their homes saying prayers
And through the fog, late at night, we would walk and we'd sing
and give the kids a real fright. And go back home really late
and steal some gin.
We're second rate, our odds aren't great, with no fortunes and
no shares and no ring to our names.
But our words have been sharpened and we're out for blood.
And our hearts have been misplaced in a secret location.
And we'll leave them there for a while as we try to save this
sweet, loving nation
Softly tear its heart, softly tear its heart, softly tear its
heart.
4.There Is No Way There Is No Way
Hallowed be the suns that shun and shine their lack of a light.
I see the signs of their denial, I see the signs that something
might happen on the tide that comes and goes both day and night,
I see the sign of a smile, I see the signs we're back in style.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all
with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no
way there is no way.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all
with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no
way , there is no way.
Tombs and a rose in soft step,
calming aromas too,
The tones in the womb subside.
comes to a stop in toast of,
crowns in the clouds I see,
The tones in the womb subside.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all
with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no
way there is no way.
When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all
with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no
way , there is no way.
5.Fools, Don't Listen To A Word I Say
Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to
make us yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we'll sink the float
that would not let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their
taints and quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess
behind us sink.
And that's no way to listen to our sonnet.
They're buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
They've copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don't listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
I'm not saying I've got much to say. Just look the other way.
6.The Rats Dress Nice
So I am, held up again, by a demon's door.
I check the clock and it's all ticked off as its shadow paints
the floor.
My fallback plan didn't turn out sound but I see a way out.
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished
out.
I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files
back in the drawer.
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and
a sword.
A soldier's truth in a silent room doesn't need more light.
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself
and the rats dress nice.
Take my hand, close your eyes and pray.
Take a summersault through the day.
Lift up that chin, let the light back in.
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in.
7.We're Hauling Land Through The Air
Such a rage, you inspired.
Like we're hauling land through the air.
Like the selfish men, we enquired.
Like the falling tree, we're not there.
And there's something in your eyes.
Like there's a Molotov inside.
And the fools will have your gold
And throw sticks until you're old.
Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
Jumping over mountains, running over fire
You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.
Such a rage, you inspired.
Like we're hauling land through the air.
Like the selfish man, I'm tired.
Like the falling tree, I wasn't there.
And there's something in your eyes.
Like there's a Molotov inside.
And the fools will have your head
And throw stones until you're dead.
Count your stars, kick the tires.
Kill two birds, with your eyes.
Gather time, in your mind.
Count to three and start again.
Hold the truth in your arms
Make a wish on your terms
Kick the saints from your town
Count to three and start again.
I'm tired.
8.I Will Put My Life On Tape
I will put my life on tape and hide it in a hole in the ground,
safe and sound.
And if there's nothing left to play it on when life has worn me
down, well, I won't mind.
I will keep the rest on disc and put you at the top of my list,
you get the gist.
And if there's no room left to store in on when life has torn me
down, well, I won't mind.
Hold me in the air, keep my in sun, hold me on the line for time
to come.
I will take what I can take and store it in the front of my
mind, and hold up time.
I will carve myself in stone, and drive you to the end of the
road, and put you on the walls of my home.
I will scrape what I can scrape, and hide it in the back of my
mind, and carry it around with me while
While the sand pulls hard on time and kills us for the time of
its life, well, I won't mind.
Hold me in the air, keep me in the sun, hold me on the line for
time to come.
9.An Island
I stand close just close enough to see.
Your eyelids close and shutter up in front of what you see.
He pulls his gun and holds it up in fear.
Gladly there is no one left to back him up in here.
Your soul's an asylum, just like the 90's were.
This world is an island at my door.
I stand close just close enough to touch.
His arm as he walks by bearing those solid rusty cuffs.
His eyes say no i'm innocent I swear.
But I smell fear and feel his guilt inside that lonely stare.
My heart is an island off the coast of you, I'll follow you
trail until I find you.
I reason with him, hold the picture, up at him but nothing seems
to work.
My heart is an island, just off the coast of you, and i'll
follow your trail until it takes we to you.
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