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Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Artifacts

This Is Goodbye
Went to bed early, woke up in the arms of the sea
Now I could feel the silence that you're putting on me
And I would not be the first to tell you it's all a lie
You know this is the end, this is goodbye

I wish I was a new man, I wish that I could be free
I wish that I was with you, but now that can't be
And I couldn't make that distance, I just couldn't try
You know this is the end, so this is goodbye
You know this is the end, so this is goodbye

 

That Promise
Hope you don't think that I'll keep that promise
And now it seems that lying is my business
I throw my hands up into the sky
Listen as the air begins to sigh

A promise can bind a king
With that promise reign everything

Hope you don't think that I'll love this success
Because it seems that lying is my business
Sometimes songs are written 'bout a wind
Listen as the wind begins to sing

A promise can enthrone a queen
So won't you tell me what that promise means

Turn around, walk untied, undone [2:29]
Should have kept my eyes glued to the floor
If you can't face what is in the mirror [2:43]
Never should have opened up ??? [2:49]

Hope you don't think that I've more to confess
It always seems that lying is my business
We never see the writing on the wall
It's the wall that separates us all

A promise can pound a king
Did that promise mean anything

Desiree here sometimes hacks a joke
I confuse her laugh for maybe more
If all we had was back inside your love [4:39]
I never should have opened up the book

Hope you don't think that I want to end this
It's only happiness, lying is my business
It's only time that keeps us here today
Listen as the minutes tick away

I hope you don't think that I'll keep that promise
I hope you don't think that I'll keep that promise

 

Someone Calls You
[released as "Someone Calls You On" on Unearthed (2005 reissue)]

City showers test your powers
Make you feel heartless
Coming soon inside your room
Inside your darkness

It's in the way that you start to sway
You look so blameless
Follow you down to your blessed ground
And the sea is changeless

The ocean rose
And seabirds scream
Someone calls you on
Outside a dream

It's like the very first time you swallow her line
Hook and sinker
A strange kettle of fish, oh what a dish
Oh what a thinker

But she's made of iron
And there's no use trying to scratch that skin
So you put on a mask and have a good laugh
Before you get in

The traffic crawls
The planets stall
Someone calls you on
Outside the door

A certain hold makes you stop
You look at the clock
You look at the meter

Rejected revenge
You decide on an end
Where the taste is much sweeter

Is there nothing you can do
No more time to come through
To bring it all closer

So you go to that town
And you ask all around
But nobody knows her

Her face is blank
The eyes are wrong
Someone calls you on
Outside this song

Salty showers test your powers
Make you feel heartless
Coming soon inside your room
Inside your darkness

It's in the way you start to sway
You look so blameless
Ah, follow you down to your blessed ground
And the sea is changeless

It's like the very first time you swallow her line
Hook and sinker
A strange kettle of fish....

 

Uncle, Uncle
Rolling cutely uncle
Cutely cutely uncle
Uncle, uncle, uncle

Wild and cute the business
Business, business, business
Wild and cute the business

Wildly hungry darling
Frowning wildly cute
Darling hungry darling
Now where'd I leave my suit

Because you are my darling
Darling, darling, darling
Because you are my darling

I sure am hungry doctor
Doctor hungry doctor
Hungry doctor hungry

Wild and angry business
Angry, angry business
Angry wild the business

Happy birthday Venus
Please don't be hurt
Venus darling Venus
Now where'd I leave my shirt

Going hungry uncle
Darling sweetheart pined
Uncle frowning darling
Now where'd I leave my mind

 

Jap Thing
[Released as "Rising Son" on Unearthed]

Instrumental

 

Into My Hands
[Released on The Church EP and album Remote Luxury]

I take love into my hands
Journey back to winterland
Cut my losses, grow my hair
See some man to take me there

As it gets so uncertain
When the girl gets too near
It's never as good as I hoped
Or as bad as I feared

Some seek sleek and slithering charms
Out of reach their grasping arms
Our skin like milk, our breath of words
Like happy, awful and absurd

And it gets so uncertain
When the girl gets too near
It's never as good as I hoped
Or as bad as I feared

You know it's always out here in my head
When stupid bloody things get said
Then drifting on a summer pond
I notice that my love has gone

As it gets so uncertain
When the girl gets too near
It's never as good as I hoped
Or as bad as I feared

I take love into my hands
Journey back to winterland

 

Premonition
With no life and with no samples
In a world possessed by rain
And the visitors talk in whispers
Of the living and their names

Don't hold me close, this premonition
You know I've seen that face too many times
And don't tell me it's only superstition
I never want to hear that voice again

Walking down my hotel hall
Wrapped up in an ugly scroll
Are these your words, is this your hand

Restless in the sleeping car
Gazed out at the country blur
Show your ticket on demand

Don't hold me close, this premonition
You know I've seen that face too many times
And don't tell me it's only superstition
I never want to hear that voice again

 

No, No, No
[Released as "A Month Of Sundays" on The Church EP and album Remote Luxury]

Badman's woman with that look in her eye
You stop to wonder as she passes by
Something inside you is never the same
Something outside you is always to blame
Follow her home where she lives with some friends
They have some good things to add to the blend
The games expanded, invaded the place
You're the only one who's forgotten his face

You're saying no, no, no, I must be on my way
But it really has been a pleasant night
And you go so slow, hope they'll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a fright

Walking outside you come to a door
You go inside and you wonder what for
At least it's good to be out of the wind
You turn around and the clocks all begin
Just like the winter your memory thaws
Just like the ocean your memory pours
So many pieces to match or to find
So many doubts to have in one mind

You're saying no, no, no, I must be on my way
But it really has been a pleasant night
And you go so slow, hope they'll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a fright

It's hard to believe that the tables have turned
It's hard to see how the people have learned
It's hard to watch the past drizzling past
It's hard to watch them picking the cast
It stacks up badly that it never makes sense
You sense that sensation is who's paying the rent
And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies
She says: can't you still slice the price of your paradise

You're saying no, no, no, I must be on my way
But it really has been a pleasant night
And you go so slow, hope they'll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a fright

 

Shell
[This Asphalt Eden B-side; also released on The Slow Crack (2004 reissue)]

Hello sweet creature
Won't you give me some blood-like guarantee
I've been listening to myself too long
And they're making a prophet out of me
I'm as lonely as a shell can ever be

I've been walking through the desert
No, it must have been the library
Reading a book that once gave me hope
Now it's making a fool out of me
I'm as empty as a shell can ever be

Lazy dreaming, half remembering
Half remarking to myself
Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
Never noticed anyone else

It's market day almost every day
Yet they give away their love for free
I'm just waiting for a ship to come
And it's making a slave out of me
I'm as lonely as a shell can ever be

Lazy dreaming, half remembering
Half remarking to myself
Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
Never looked for anyone else

Hello sweet creature
Won't you give me some blood-like guarantee
I've been listening to myself too long

...walking through the desert
Must have been the library
Reading a book that once gave me hope...

 

As The World
[released as "Arm Chair" on Unearthed (2005 reissue)]

Floating in window knives
A love call
A piece of you

I learn
I say sit tight
They've torn
The least of you

As the world
Jostles through the stars
Life is such a blast
Always rushing past you

And there
Parceled and bare
A land where
You meet a man

You stare
In the arm chair
As you prepare
To be him again

And as the world
Pushes through the dark
Hardly leaves a mark
This is all a lark, ohh...

It's the trying that's so hard
Down on drumstick boulevard
It's as a soldier pretends
It's as a story won't end

And when it rains the sky sighs
And the ocean sun drags
The girls are all there
With controls and brown hair

 

The Collector
[Released on Freaky Conclusions]

(So divine, so divine)

I take the things from their leather cases
And I arrange them in their special places
I collected people like you might collect flowers
But they only lived for a couple of hours
The famous flickered in these flames
And hear the waiting and played their games

Only a mad dog would turn on the world
Only a mad dog would turn on the world

I watched the morning in the evening
I saw the clouds as they were leaving
Collected people as you might collect stamps
Princes, killers, heroes, tramps
The lonely locked here in this room
With scant regard and no perfume

Only a mad dog would turn on the world
Only a mad dog would turn on the world (left for you)

I have performed to find the votes [3:09]
In avenues and garden groves
I collected people like you might collect coins
I quenched their hearts and burned their loins
This is where the general slept
Near the place their soldiers wept

Only a mad dog would turn on the world
Only a mad dog would turn on the world

 

Your Beginning
[Released as "I See Your Beginning" on Karmic Hit Previews & Rarities Vol. 3]

Don't touch the snake who beckons you, his eyes are full of ice
You'll be slippery just like he is, living on many mice

And I see you're beginning to undergo a subtle change of scale
It's not the first time that I've noticed, and there on hangs a tale

The royalties that they bring at you almost brush your ears
Some people just arrived from another world that isn't far from here

And I see you're beginning to understand that your circulation's been weird
And you squeeze the life out of everything, exactly as I feared

I see your beginning
I see your beginning
I see your beginning
I see your beginning
I see your beginning
I see your beginning

 

Means To An End
[Released as "A Means To An End" on Karmic Hit Previews And Rarities Volume 2]

I'll make it brief, it worked like a charm
French cigarettes and a girl on my arm
On Tuesdays I knew, on Wednesdays I guessed
They never asked why, they said I knew best
Congratulations, gorgeous blue tints
Our room is swimming and I feel like a prince
The garden is open (make up) and the rain blends (break up)
Her house is empty (shake up), a means to an end

Rough stones are wet, just you and me
Her body's a mass of geography
The Eiffel Tower is fizzing champagne
Absent minded I drink it again
It puts the velvet in vanity
I hope this dark night will carry me
The garden is open (make up) and the rain blends (break up)
Her house is empty (shake up), a means to an end

A wagon of dreams comes over the bridge
Destination: the sleep of the rich
In the narrow lane she stands 5 foot 4
Destination: the sleep of the poor
How long this lasts, I've no idea
It could be a minute, it could be a year
The garden is open (make up) and the rain blends (break up)
Her house is empty (shake up), a means to an end

Make up, break up, shake up,
A means to an end

 

This Is The Same
This book is full of failures
This song has a voice of its own
Each reflection that much paler
Each protection overblown

Every night he goes to the girls
And the place begins to sway
Things look pretty dead in his shallow world
Had to get himself away

Reach behind to take the credit
She says, 'baby can I give you a hand'
Love can scorch you if you let it
It's the law of supply and demand

Every night he sinks to his knees
And spills the glass reply
And when she drags his head through the trees
They shake with every lie

This is the same
Others that I've known
Tie her up again
It's something they've outgrown

In the sea beneath the covers
Swim through the caves so pallor and thin
On the cloth between the lovers
Blocking out the chairs won't allow you to think

And every night removing a change
He perceives the entrance shut
Hooks and books and looks are exchanged
Until the last hold is cut

This is the same
Others that I've known
Tie her up again
It's something they've outgrown

Every night he imagines a scene
And yes, yes, yes, I'm blue
It's not the places I've never been
It's just the tip of you

This is the same
Others that I've known
Tie her up again
It's something they've outgrown

This is the same
Others that I've known
Tie her up again

This is the same
Others that I've known....

 

True Blues
[Released as "Blues" on Freaky Conclusions]

Looking out to this rainy town
Putting on my dressing gown
I feel that down is the only way to go

She's gone and I'm still here
So I light another and disappear
My only fear is time will pass too slow

If I could fly away into a brand new day
I'd be somewhere safe and dry and so high

Well on my shoulder there's no wings
I try to think of cheerful things
But the things I think of only bring me down

If I could fly away into a brand new day
I'd be somewhere safe and dry and so high

But on my shoulder there's just no wings
I try to think of cheerful things
But the things I think of only bring me down

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