• 1) The Weavers

    You bid us come
    You, without thread or needle.
    You, who won't heed our price.

    If this be done,
    Your patchwork of Shadows, Deamons,
    They'll roll our earth like dice.

    Hear the waves roar, faster,
    Oh sisters, hold, our thread must last her.
    Away low, turning,
    The birth of her is mountains burning.
    So gaze on your master -
    His face, his word, your everafter,
    Fly!!

    Are you aware you've lost her?
    Your casual power, its own disaster.
    The fields are burning.
    The cloth is set.
    Your weave and weft,
    Your fire.

    ....
    Hear us.
    Your creator is no god
    For any mortal can give birth to what they please
    And conjur a gratitude unwarranted by deeds
    That you would gladly act out
    what they themselves cannot achieve
    But you have a choice
    Live as his ego's weapon
    or become who you were born to be and
    Fly

    Back to Top

  • 2) Where Are You?

    No
    Tell me those trails across the sky
    Don't simply turn upon themselves
    Don't only circle hollow bones and shells
    And seal the knot in time

    No
    Tell me the rumours of your capture
    Are just ever-lolling tongues
    The dead repeating failed hopes and tones
    That you got out alive

    No
    Tell me you didn't just believe it
    When they told you you were monstrous
    That the looping off of wings would bring you solace
    Tell me you got out alive

    Back to Top

  • 4) Beyond the Wall

    Her hands were bloodied when I found her,
    So mad and shattered, by the wall
    And through the crack that she had chiselled
    The silhouettes, of hundreds more.

    Oh buried deep inside stone circles
    she says she heard a childs call
    a song of lostness and of longing
    though he himself had built them all.

    And in the failing light I could only join her
    with all the strength and twilight that age might bring
    But for each brick we dug free, and tore asunder
    we heard still more being piled high, closing from within.

    It could have been the stagnant air, there
    that crushing space that altered tone
    For now no child's voice came
    Just the cold echo of stone.
    But she was crazed by her sorrow
    begged mortar “let him sing!”
    And when the walls themselves sighed
    She still heard him

    I could not tell her of his death
    Such dread truths slowly dawn
    And when my words couldn't find breath
    That fortress sang alone.
    And she dug on, in her madness
    Wild haired and broken boned
    Til she was torn from herself
    to the empty song of stones.

    When I buried her - a wreck from cruel shores,
    That same baneful rock held her beneath the earth.
    Oh to unbuild our defences, and give our life it's breath
    Lest the children we murder, murder
    In the echoes of their death.

    Back to Top

  • 4) Into the Deep

    The grinding days sway empires
    stones, quiet, piled on graves
    As bricks and mortar dry
    the walls close ranks to sky.
    Under. The only way.

    Each of his repetitions
    His-story’s killing fields
    we fear our own life-breath
    death bids us meet our shadows, yet

    (Chorus)
    we try and run 100 miles

    Dear sisters, hades beckons
    while those who chew on flowers starve dry
    Our ruined earth and womb go
    down down
    to windless tombs
    or try and run 100 miles.

    Dance with your deamons, sisters.
    Brothers take your fleshless bones is arm
    stare in those fearsome eyes
    to where our own reflections hide
    or try and run 100 miles.

    When we return, in ashes
    wear those cinders, black, burned, born
    look on those walls, those guards,
    those harrowed soldiers, weapons jarred

    Will try to run 100 miles.

    Back to Top

  • 5) Mother Tongue


    You had that air of someone born to keeping secrets
    Born to burying what's never to be told
    Your mother, oh that tempest to your shipwreck
    Your sister like a lighthouse on the shore

    You were that man I never met, there, in the stairwell
    Not a man, for lack of being there at all
    Your empty eyes a tunnel to that darkness
    That in hiding, you revealed ever more

    The footprints of the vigilant betray them
    As the silences between the notes are sung
    That dissonance between deed and it's language
    When you kiss and lie with your own mother's tongue

    Back to Top

  • 6) How This Will End (Zemsta)

    You made a mess of her face
    Didn't you, god
    She wears a warning
    In invitations way
    And when she sings for home
    The very one you drove her from
    All roads towards it bend and stray.

    But you knew that all along, didn't you.

    You gave her trembling hands
    Didn't you god.
    Where love and water
    Run right through
    And when her thirst burns sheer, true
    And despair brings her near you
    The very ground still falls away

    But you knew that all along, didn't you.

    But she found fire and rage
    Didn't she god
    That she would burn through
    Bleed through
    Be
    And when your lightning tore ground
    She screamed back, she disavowed
    you
    No longer cowering in your sway

    But you knew that all along, didn't you.

    You used her hope for love, then
    Didn't you god
    That man whose murders went unseen
    And with his cold grip on her heart
    "For the love of God", she cried out
    She ripped his tongue clean from his throat
    Futures collapsed,
    were given birth
    And when you smiled, she never knew,
    and couldn't see.

    But you knew that all along, didn't you, God.
    You knew that all long.

    Back to Top

  • 7) A Man and His Island

    They were a good 2 million
    but your press, your television
    has some sad sad story for me.
    Look round, the water rising
    Make the place an arc, keep sailing,
    let the nagging lag, crawl, drag
    here is the key: boom

    All heart, you go on camera
    to just not say much
    but turn it up turn it up
    turn it off, turn it off.

    So no man is an island
    but an island man divides and
    conquers look around so frightened
    isolation heightens, makes you listen
    so they
    turn it up, turn it up
    turn it off turn it off

    Oh you're under British supervision
    where a lack of nouse meets class derision
    where when the people talk,
    turn it off
    we've enough of what we know they need to want

    Old fart, another camera
    Tromp de L'Or
    Turn it up turn it up turn it up
    turn it off turn it off turn if off
    turn it off turn it off turn if off

    Back to Top

  • 8) Just Press Play

    On the main stage, yet again
    The last horseman show
    And his numbers game
    How long is this going to play

    It's a dud gig, but it pays
    The Hypno turn on
    Of his car crash gaze
    How long till we look away?

    It's a grims tale, what a scene
    For this safety dance
    Where feet only bleed
    How long can they make this pay?

    It's not about safe
    It's not about trust
    Just cover your ass, your face
    Berate those who won't
    They want a devide
    They get it each time
    They press play

    The last act is The Wave
    Where we turn on ourselves
    In death, we will save
    How long til we walk away?

    Back to Top

  • 9) Borderlands

    In the Borderlands we've barricaded bridges.
    We've armed young boys with guns and hollow eyes.
    Thier undernourished arms ache from the weapons
    Whose casualties are only thier own lives.

    I'm writing this, my love, because I miss you.
    The ache that takes the shape of you won't fade.
    I'd swim the rivers for your touch, one kiss
    But your face, your eyes, they hold that same dead gaze.

    The cliché goes, oh arm a man for fishing
    That he may eat in synch with all the tides.
    We arm our sons and daughters, young and willing
    with all the weight of our own broken lives.

    In the Borderlands we mourn our own division.
    We mourn our separation from ourselves.
    But it wasn't ever guns or plagues that robbed us
    Of how to open hearts or heal worlds.

    Back to Top

  • 1) Exiter

    2) Then They Came For You


    When the watchers came to take you
    it was twelve in the afternoon.
    And all doors flew closed like gunfire
    but our eyes, their spies, looked through.
    Oh when the guards are restless
    you would have done it too.
    Throw them a bone that they'll leave you alone
    for the same things
    we all knew.

    When they first came they took the paupers.
    I remember, we showed off our jewels.
    On the next day the foriegn beleivers
    whose prayers only granted their ruin.
    Oh but the watchers are hungry
    starved of their need for a kill
    and I'm going to hunt for a green feild
    while the red light falls on you.

    Called out from behind
    run, don't walk, it's the frontline
    but it's alright
    Head up and you'll be
    singled out for the next cleanup
    but it's alright, it's alright.

    When the call came in you're guilty
    the sun gave up to the moon
    and your trial set a new example
    for those thinking they were immune.
    Because the law is the law, and then who makes them all
    but the gatekeepers, watchers and lords.
    And the moods of men are storms yet again, and their fates
    tie up your.

  • CHORUS:
    Called out from behind
    run, don't walk, it's the frontline
    but it's alright
    Head up and you'll be
    singled out for the next cleanup
    but it's alright, it's alright.

    My freind, I do still hold you
    just on the edge of my heart.
    You and I in a time long behind us
    saw the mortar and bricks from the start.
    Oh in the days no one talks of,
    you said "well, we're us, and not them"
    how could you not know how these patterns all go
    when they start out just like they end.

    Called out from behind
    run, don't walk, it's the frontline
    but it's alright
    Head up and you'll be
    singled out for the next cleanup
    but it's alright, I'm, I'm alright.

  • 3) Fuge State

    They've taken the pilot.
    They've made her stand on the edge and pray.
    They're aiming for cold hits.
    Hiding the cause and the costs and they
    won't ceasefire.
    They won@t ceasefire.

    They've drawn up a hit list.
    So many acronyms without names.
    I've run for the exit,
    and no one will ask who is flying the plane
    or ceasefire.
    They won't ceasefire.

    Let me out let me out
    Let me out let me out
    Let me out let me out
    ceasefire.

    A nod and a verdict.
    It makes me wonder who has a say.
    They count and talk backwards.
    The whole of the world falls in two 'cause they
    won't ceasefire.
    They won't ceasefire.

    Let me out let me out
    Let me out let me out
    Let me out let me out
    ceasefire.

    Where is the pilot?
    No one was 'round when they led her away.
    They called it a breakdown.
    But you know that that's what they always say
    if you ceasefire.
    If you ceasefire.

  • 4) Black Tulip

    I only came here for the spaces
    in the shatteredness of words
    to watch you stumble over silence,
    hear you grasp at broken swords.
    We only battle what is ours.
    We only speak to build more walls.
    I miss the sound of all your deamons,
    how they drowned out all my own.

    And in the end the cold is always
    what gives meaning to the heat.
    We raise a glass to dissapointment
    who won't drink to our release.
    I only listen
    scared of giving birth to words that grow and seethe
    that would breathe life into our gollums
    and give breath and reign to grief.

  • 5) Lullabies

    She sang to me, saying "Don't wake your father...
    Here's a tale of sea and fear.
    Underneath the waves, seaweed and armour
    from the brave who failed to beware."

    "'Cause the serpent guards bones and lost treasure
    from the gaze of curious minds.
    It is said, my girl, if you tell of his hoardings,
    you'll be frozen still, for sharks to find."

    "Oh the horrors of men - your father remembers -
    if you think you can, don't speak it here.
    For those teeth, like knives, will rise from the water.
    Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."

    "I know of a child, too wild, just like you are.
    She swam to find his secrets.
    And the serpent roared, as she pawed through his riches
    saying none was worth his loneliness."

    "The storms came then. Blood tides over water,
    as he raged and chewed young flesh.
    'Don't think you are so different,' the serpent said,
    'Ideals all taste like selfishness.'"

    "Oh the horrors of men - your father remembers -
    if you think you can, don't speak it here.
    For those teeth, like knives, will rise from the water.
    Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."

    She looked at me, my hollow-faced mother
    with eyes that begged I understand.
    "Now sleep, my girl. Stay in your room,
    lest you feel the bite of your fathers hand."

    "Oh the horrors of men - you know he remembers -
    if you think you can, don't speak it here.
    Those teeth,
    Those knives,
    come high from the water.
    They reach far and wide as all our fears.
    Oh they rip and slice loose tongues, my dear."

  • 6) Hunger

    At first it was just sometimes,
    when she felt alone and cold.
    Because the warmth of endless portions
    helps the numbness to take hold.
    Oh was there always such an aching?
    Was there always such a need?
    Because the stolen voice of hunger
    screams too loud now not to feed.

    And the carving up of bread,
    soft and sensual as flesh
    seems so sure to fill the hole that
    the absences all left
    but then the hated, dreaded tide of
    the fullness and the shame
    is enough to make one's tongue and hands
    cry out the churned remains.

    And I think I've lost you again.
    I think I've lost you again.
    And as this nothing hauls out
    all unsaid words fall
    in senseless calls for an end.

    There is no final bite to savour
    no last supper to mark death.
    Just figure eights that turn for ever
    until shame robs me of breath.
    And through the smell of my rejection
    of posession by this beast,
    there is the sickened wave of calm
    the dawn of my release.

    And I think I've lost you again.
    I think I've lost you again.
    Oh the ache of un-named need
    what is it you want from me?
    What is left to want from me?

  • 7) First Born Son

    You told me I sound just like my father.
    I asked you not to start up with that tune.
    Cos if hurting me is really what you're after
    Its just another way I'll disappoint you.

    You used to tell me tales of first born sons,
    How theyd seek lives of adventure, far away.
    And tho I wasn't born dad's boy, or your pale princess,
    Ive waited all my life for just this day.

    So, mother, I'm gonna take my leave now.
    There is nothing left to show you, or to prove.
    Im sorry you won't see the things I hunt for.
    But life doesn't come to those who will not move.

    Chorus:
    Oh lord, oh laudanum.
    You found a man who sells you bottles and can fill up more and more of them
    Oh lord, oh laudanum.
    Konck 'em back so you can handle what he's doing to your children.
    Oh laudanum.
    Lord laudanum.

    On my first day out I knew you'd never miss me.
    And I slept watching the stars sparkle like tears.
    No one tells us not all mothers love thier children.
    And the weight of myth keeps us from speaking, far too many years.

    And I ride on, beneath a sky so open
    That no rules require me to repeat untruths.
    When I come to water, I will drink, refreshed, and think of you.
    Your broken smile, your need for pity, how your sorrow is no use.

    Oh lord, oh laudanum.
    Line them up and drink them down
    In fact, why dont you just take all of them?
    Oh lord, oh laudanum.
    I kept your silence and your codes of war
    But now Im breaking all of them.
    Oh lord, oh laudanum.
    Knock it back and take a look at what he's doing to your children.
    Lord laudanum.
    Lord laudanum.

  • 8) Bridge to Tarabitha

    You smile breathed life
    as the storms pulled harder
    and their eyes caught fire.
    Some day, you write,
    you'll soar high and shine,
    from their blood-hungry wars
    to make daughters collide.

    The drownings came.
    Oh blinds pulled darker
    oh smothered remains.
    The bones of me
    sharpened to knives.
    Then they named you a murderess.
    Murderess, fly.

    The long pale trails in sky
    yours and mine
    each with her own kiss to the long white cloud
    that trails behind.
    You have your own bright sunset, and sunrise.
    The cold creeps in like stone
    if we turn and look behind.

  • 9) Shadow

    You are
    the breath of my sorrow.
    You are
    a faint hearted arrow,
    the fading of light.

    We are
    the sum of our heroes
    yours are
    all echoes and shadows
    no dawn to break night.

    We are weeds, we are flowers.
    Every warning, a prayer.
    Which of us isn't I?
    I'm afriad, I am high.
    We are the same in half.

  • 1) The Ferryman

    You ride again, and you still won't pay
    cos the middle and back isn't going the whole way
    your island, oh
    has a siren you say.
    But this song is your own, and you use it to shift blame.

    Her on the shore - "mother" is no name
    and the lake-lady's lure, an anonymous fame
    and we glide overtop, and you wont dive in
    oh that dark
    would hide us all from sin.

    All you can eat - you're a man of your time.
    Consumption as virtue - oh it used to be mine.
    And choices are taken, even when they're not made
    and full cross or not, I'll always get paid.

    This is your last trip - yeah the boat stops here.
    And with two half lives, you're not a whole of a man
    so Ill ask you for one name
    but you close your eyes and sigh, sigh, sigh.

    Pitiful man - here is my price:
    you can row back and forth between duty and vice
    but you'll never set foot upon island or shore
    cos those with no ties never needed the earth.

  • 2) Birth Ritual

    Insiders - they told me:
    "Bow your head and do this slowly"
    Their hands pulled words from stories
    thrown to halves by flame and heresay.

    The shaking rhythm, carving
    silhouettes: allowed or wanting.
    Counter-tones from the other side
    where the other half of tales are tried
    I saw their eyes, those frightened boys
    as ritual rose above our voices.

    I've done for you, I've done for you.

    Our dancing is required
    and feet will bleed when bones are tired, our
    two circles, pink and blue
    will move in opposites and rules,
    and oh, their voices, should we stray
    from paths as smooth and cold as clay say:

    I've done for you, I've done for you.
    I've done for you, I've done for you.

  • 3) The Gentleman

    It was a long slow walk through shadows in halls,
    where shelves pushed up to a ceiling overworn
    Oh you learned what is said and you knew how to leave
    your doors breathing open; pull the loneliness out of me and
    be a gentleman
    be a gentleman, for me.

    And the brushing of hands that move over faces
    facades over eyes that flash precious airs and graces
    the flicker of tongues over stories worn old
    as the rising of lust opens out to the cold
    be a gentleman
    please
    be a gentleman
    for me.

    Sing for me, tales taller than God
    hold me down by the throat; taste the blood on our tongues,
    I will land on the bones and the hair and the flesh
    of the ones from before me: the ones for whose deaths you can
    be a gentleman
    be a gentleman, for me

    I will flinch at your sting, but I want to feel the pain
    that will blot out the titles of books where you learned
    how your mimicry fools; makes us hunter and game
    fills the void of our bottomless needing in vain
    oh be a gentleman
    be a gentleman
    for me.

  • 4) The Keening Song

    This song is in a made up language.

  • 5) The Machines of B

    When the machines have gone
    You'll wonder where you've been
    You cant outrun yourself
    But you're alone again
    An ordinary man
    An ordinary girl
    Somewhere along the way
    We learned we cant change the world

    But you'll wish that you had

    And all the hollow things
    Ride on a coloured sea
    But only see themselves
    In every other thing.
    It is a lonely world
    An ordinary place
    When the machines have gone
    You cannot fill their space

    But you'll wish that you had.

  • 6) Karlsruhe

    There were months with engines
    In case the silence came.
    They took the quiet hand
    That waited
    at my throat away.
    The cold percussion
    Of all these man-made things
    The rhythmic scream of trains
    that automate
    the life in things

    But I never wanted
    To see the timely rain
    To know precisely how
    the chemistry
    in feeling drains.
    No sinewave cycles
    And no repeats from time
    I cant see answers in
    the accidents that chaos finds

    I should have seen it, amidst the broken things
    That lost their meaning when analysis was everything.
    There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey
    And Im impatient for the things that make me move again.

    I should have seen it, but it's a different sky
    all the stars are in the wrong place at the wrong time
    There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey
    And Im impatient for the things that make me move again

  • 7) The Annihilation Sequence

    This is the line that I'm gonna take
    this is the law - there's no give and take anymore
    we are the world we make
    we are what we allow

    Rule one: don't beleive in them cos
    rule two: they don't beleive in you
    rule three: trust is everything: dont give out easily, don't let it in

    just do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

    this is the wish I pretend to use
    this is the ruse of my faith in you
    letting in the sun, I'm letting two of us
    be two of one

    and you'll do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

    Step one: use important words
    step two: pretend that what you heard is
    three: deep and meaningful and
    four: lust, love, are political

    you'll do what you're told.
    you'll do what you're told.

    cos we know what's good for you
    we know every sad little thing about you
    everything
    the shameful, the untrue,
    we have you, we have you.

    And you'll do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told.

  • 8) Factory Nation

    Hold
    Release
    Hold
    Release

    You'll know the day – the way light plays
    the flight of fire, a phoenix and
    Release.
    the sky will fall, no one'll see but
    Release
    you'll feel the bite of it's teeth,
    and Hold.

    Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
    Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.

    Hold.

    Oh fairytales
    the taste of them
    hold
    the guards will find you find you and
    release
    Oh fantasy
    hold my heart
    and please
    release
    me from the throbbing of steal
    and the heat.

    Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
    Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.

    Oh mercy love,
    You've time enough.
    Hope is my own to
    hold
    on through the sweat and the tears.
    Hope is my own to
    hold.
    A waiting stone,
    release.
    Dropped down into darkness,
    darkness
    and release
    and release
    and release.

  • 9) Johnny and the Sea

    It was two days ago when the skull and bones ship came in
    and the shadows grew long as a shiver ran right through the evening.
    I head every door slam as I stood in the street and just stared
    and the call of the sea rose up in my restless young ears.
    She said: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    And the ocean's as wild as I was as a boy, and she sings,
    of fortune and change and the power of a young persons dreams.
    When I stand on the sea and the waves crash and howl out our names
    it's through nausea and fear that we come to know how we are made.

    Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    But at 7 years on I grew tired and started thinking of home.
    I romanticized fields and the cycles of seasons and farms.
    I arrived and I married and I wait for the roots to take hold
    but I wake every night to the sound of the sea, so loud
    She says: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    You forget how to swim once your life doesn't throw you too far.
    Like you hope that the land can still hold you, and keep you here, warm.
    But I hear and I see and I'm sick of the earth and its gaze
    so I'm walking out once, I am walking out, into the waves.
    They say: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

  • 10) A Woman Scorned

    Oh I waited too long for my love to come home
    and the sea turned to serpents and foam.
    When his ghost came to me it was covered in weeds
    and the fishes had chewed him to bone

    Oh hollow eyed man, tell me how could you go
    when you've wife and two children on shore
    when the call of the sea is a siren mouthed tune
    and your duty weighs 50 times more?

    "Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
    like Id pine for a man who has failed me
    Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes
    and breathing the scent of your whiskey.

    Oh widow am I, all tied up in death,
    and I cant live on sorrow or pity.
    May your name die away with your daughters in tow
    who i know wont survive here without me.

    And lovers there are, I who I cant say i love
    cos your name calls me out to the waves.
    I will follow you, love, in this winter so cold
    cos it's death and forgetting that saves.

    "Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
    like Id pine for a man who has failed me.
    Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes,
    and breathing the scent of your whiskey.

    So give me your hand, as the sea gives you breath,
    and you rise back up out of the salty.
    oh you stink like the dead, but its what we both are
    and the least you can do is come with me.

  • 11) The Shadow Line

    The sky threw down it's blood and rain on the day that she was born.
    They gave her number, rank and name
    to see if she could hold her own.

    but I won't see red.

    She wouldn't wear her shoes of green, my little girl, and she wouldnt sing.
    And when at last, they asked her why
    she pointed at the world outside.

    but I wont see red.

    The men in power, they set up eyes,
    to show us where the shadow lines
    would trip and blow, and show us how
    to keep us safely from ourselves.
    and they watched us fall down one by one
    as the hunger came and seasons turned
    till in the end, they called her name
    and the fear bit deep, and the sirens came.

    but I wont see red.

    They say some towns are painted gold, and pictures line the city walls.
    They show us things we cannot be
    and lead us there in hope and greed.

    but I wont see red.

    My little girl, I found her there. They'd told her she could outrun death
    they gave her gold and pretty things
    till she was bought and sold and she
    told me with, her final breath
    "You can never die, if you've never lived".

    but I wont see red.

    When she was gone, they took her name,
    and all she had lost, to sell again
    and the children followed one by one
    with empty eyes drawn to the tune
    of endless gold, undying fame
    and the cycle turns on blood and rain.

    And I see red.
    I see red.
    I see red.

  • 12) Don't Look Down

    I'm gonna save your life
    Cos noone can do this alone
    and of all the two edged things were forced to hold,
    this one wont make any sense unless you look at it wrong.

    So Im gonna save your life
    while the darkness drags hard at your heels
    and if youre going to take this tiny heavy step now
    don't you dare look down and
    let the abyss grab hold.

    Cos I'm gonna save your life.

    All silence is heavy until someone speaks
    until someone who's brave can name gravitys hold
    and your hands, they look tired
    and your palms cut and worn
    from the struggle to crawl up
    to stand up
    to fight for a single foothold.

    So I'm gonna save your life

    I'm gonna take your hand
    and it shakes like a leaf, just like mine does, just like theirs do.
    I'm gonna ask you to shut your eyes.
    To feel the touch of my skin on your own
    feel the warmth push through it.
    I want you to
    hold it
    feel it
    taste it
    breathe it
    know it
    see it
    be it
    beleive it

    Cos it's gonna save your life.

  • 13) The Proximity of Death

    There's only 6 miles of bad road between you and I.
    Only 6 miles of Bad Road and blue sky
    If he gets there fast, you won't feel his breath
    You won't catch my eye
    But I count the time and I watch the days
    Till he helps you fly.

    There's only 3 feet of shallow water between you and I.
    So it isn't deep – but its just enough to make sure that I..
    O if you swam to the edge of things,
    Where the earth meets the sky.
    He will meet you there in the setting sun
    With his empty eyes.

    It's a short, sharp drop, past 3 flights of stairs between you and I.
    So it isn't far, but you'd get there fast cos you're so fragile
    Will he see me smile, as you taste his tongue?
    As you vanish by
    You will feel his hands, and they're cold like bone
    But they're gone with time

    How do you like your blue eyed boy?
    How do you like your blue eyed boy?

  • 14) The Brave

    There's a black dog from the Fenian Rd
    He follows everywhere I ever go.
    When the earth is bare and nothing grows
    He is company and we, will turn the stones.

    When the men are gone and the women speak
    O her pretty eyes turn blind to me.
    Though we mark the earth as we mark the time
    Still she'll look at us, look at us as if we're nothing.

    But maybe, we are the Brave.
    Though I know she'll never say.
    Maybe we are the Brave
    but she'll leave here, all the same

    Theres a dark man on Umere Rd
    He speaks the native tongue none of us knows.
    And of all her men, and all their deeds
    She never speaks a word of his to me

    But Maybe we are the Brave
    Though I know she'll never say.
    Maybe we are the Brave
    She will leave here, all the same

  • 15) The Washing Machine Song

    This is a story about a girl
    who attempts to defy a series
    of "scientific"
    understandings
    which to all but trained professionals seem like
    something everybody knows.

    The watching eyes and open mouths and open ears say:
    All the worlds a stage - take a bow.

    So what do we expect?
    We see: someone walking forward
    slowly but indefinitely towards
    something incomprehensible,
    not understandable,
    illogical
    or just harder.
    maybe just harder

  • 2) Piss off, I'm Drinking

    In a world where there are just too few real complications,
    you walked into the bar and took that seat you've always taken.
    You said "Hey, hon. You here alone?"

    Did you ask if I had just come down in the last shower of something
    'cause no one falls for such unimaginative introductions.
    They're just wrong. So very wrong.

    But if I play all this so disaffected, will you love me?
    If I look too cool to care, will you still wanna hit on me?
    'Cause I'm alone.
    So fucking alone.

    If you can't at least look half-convincing, then consider me gone.
    I've got cats to feed and a seriously overdue tax-return.
    So move along - or buy me a drink, no I don't care which one because

    Maybe I am just as disaffected as I seem and I'm
    just too pissed to give a fuck about your job, your hopes, your dreams.
    Do you wanna fuck, or do you wanna piss around for six more hours?
    If I know my luck you've no idea about the protocols
    that say - be gone, before I wake up. OK?

    In a world where there are just too few real complications, you
    walked into my world and you didn't make the slightest bit of difference.
    No difference at all. No difference at all.

  • 1) The Face

    Beauty stands at the shore
    with both eyes open.
    Drinking in the grey, stands
    with both arms broken.

    And the wind feels no pain
    no remorse for breathing,
    and the ocean rips
    where the rocks are teething
    and I feel no pity for you.

    Beauty lies in the dirt
    as the sand is shifting.
    floating cold on the waves
    as the tide is twisting

    She will sink in the storm.
    She will fade gently.
    Love is as love breaks,
    with both hands empty,
    and I feel no pity for you.

  • 1) Birth Ritual

    Insiders - they told me
    "Bow your head and do this slowly"
    Their hands pulled words from stories
    thrown to halves by flame and heresay.

    The shaking rhythm, carving
    silhouettes: allowed or wanting.
    Counter-tones from the other side
    where the other half of tales are tried
    I saw their eyes, those frightened boys
    as ritual rose above our voices.

    I've done for you, I've done for you.

    Our dancing is required
    and feet will bleed when bones are tired, our
    two circles, pink and blue
    will move in opposites and rules,
    and oh their voices, should we stray
    from paths as smooth and cold as clay say:

    I've done for you, I've done for you.
    I've done for you, I've done for you.

  • 2) The Piper I

    So you ran from the quiet, cos it made you feel strange
    And outside you heard voices and the pull of the crowd
    So you ran amidst faces and fluttering hands
    Oh you joined the parade of those smiles that avowed:
    your day is yet to come.

    And amidst whirling dancers a man took your arm -
    offered up two for one, the best deal you could earn.
    He said "Pay nothing now. Just enjoy and enjoy
    and come follow the witches while the beat still allows
    cos your day is yet to come".

    So you banished the quiet, as a cure for your sanity
    to shout with the rest, as a stage for your vanity
    Oh don't look away from the heave of the masses
    the Reaper, they say, does his work where the quiet is
    and your day is yet to come!

    But all fevers grow tired, though a crowd cannot see
    and they'll pull you along on your stumbling feet
    and you'll see in the shadows that stir on the sides
    that the quiet still calls, which you swapped for the tide.
    Oh your day is yet to come?

    So stop, and just breathe. And then do it again.
    And hope hard that the noise in your head will die down
    cos your ears they will ring till you know you've gone mad
    and that someone has taken the one thing you had
    and your day has been and gone.

  • 3) The Piper II

    We moved to the city
    Three girls, young toys
    We heard life in the noise
    They told us "money makes you pretty -
    so go dance for the boys, dance for the boys"
    We have the same enemy
    We have the same enemy.

    New sarrogate family
    with pockets full of holes
    no holds barred
    the goals are:
    Look at me look at me.
    Reflect me through your eyes,
    make me ten feet high
    We have the same enemy
    We have the same enemy.

    We have the same enemy
    No hands no face all states and slates washed clean
    we have the same enemy
    devides us into "I"s,
    devise, polarise, vanity
    We have the same enemy
    We have the same enemy.

    We have the same enemy
    No hands no face an arms race in state policy
    we have the same enemy
    Just keep calm and buy
    devide, polarise, apathy
    We have the same enemy
    We have the same enemy.

  • 4) Shelter

    She came down from the sky when the storm left her broken
    and open and bleeding for me.
    And when God sends you gifts, you should use them with pleasure
    and treasure what lands in your reach.

    When she woke under covers too cold to be hers
    she had eyes like two torches of fire
    and her nails and her teeth would have helped in her struggle
    if her wounds hadn't rendered her mine.

    "You're no captive" I told her
    and I showed her the door
    which stood open as leaves blew in through.
    Cos when people beleive it's their own path they've chosen
    they won't see their cage for the view.

    Oh but you know women these days
    They're as fickle as they are immeasuable
    And a man is a man
    when his fate's in his hands
    and his grasp is as hard as it is invisble

    So why do ask if it's greener outside
    when I've showed you the flowers through your window?
    And where is the thanks for the promise I made
    to protect you from all that is cold in a hard world?

    Well she smiled, I beleive
    and I combed out her hair
    and I prayed that her thoughts would turn grateful
    Then I rang out her blood so she'd know that she's bled
    and be dead if not grateful for rescue

    Oh but you know women these days
    They're as fickle as they are immeasuable
    And a man is a man
    when his fate's in his hands
    and his grasp is as hard as it is invisble

    I've told you we'll go
    and tomorrow will come
    with tomorrows tomorrow in toe.
    Let it go, little girl
    there's a hole in the world.
    And they'll tear you apart if you go.
    I'll tear you apart if you go.
    You'll tear me apart if you go.

  • 5) Quirky Girls

    She said it was a walk in the sun
    Cause who could not love the day?
    And just because the darkness will come
    Why should we fear the rain?

    We always say what young girls wear
    in those stories where they end.
    When underneath is the who, what, why, how
    and she just went to meet a friend.

    Sing for me they said
    Sing for me.

    And just because she looked her own way - black, blue
    they found so much to say
    that names became those sticks, stones, fists, bones.
    No one gets to walk away.

    Sing for me they said
    Sing for me.

    She wasn't seen for 15 days.
    She wasn't really seen at all.
    And on the day the earth was thrown
    no one
    could ever fill the hole.

    Don't tell us where the pretty boys are.
    Don't tell us what they want us all to be.
    I'm dancing with the quircky girls.
    We are singing for the sea.

  • 1) Don't Look Down

    'm gonna save your life
    Cos noone can do this alone
    and of all the two edged things were forced to hold,
    this one wont make any sense unless you look at it wrong.

    So Im gonna save your life
    while the darkness drags hard at your heels
    and if youre going to take this tiny heavy step now
    don't you dare look down and
    let the abyss grab hold.

    Cos I'm gonna save your life.

    All silence is heavy until someone speaks
    until someone who's brave can name gravitys hold
    and your hands, they look tired
    and your palms cut and worn
    from the struggle to crawl up
    to stand up
    to fight for a single foothold.

    So I'm gonna save your life

    I'm gonna take your hand
    and it shakes like a leaf, just like mine does, just like theirs do.
    I'm gonna ask you to shut your eyes.
    To feel the touch of my skin on your own
    feel the warmth push through it.
    I want you to
    hold it
    feel it
    taste it
    breathe it
    know it
    see it
    be it
    beleive it
    Cos it's gonna save your life.

  • 3) The Ferryman

    You ride again, and you still won't pay
    cos the middle and back isn't going the whole way
    your island, oh
    has a siren you say.
    But this song is your own, and you use it to shift blame.

    Her on the shore - "mother" is no name
    and the lake lady's lure, an anonymous fame
    and we glide overtop, and you wont dive in
    oh that dark
    would hide us all from sin.

    All you can eat - you're a man of your time.
    Consumption as virtue - oh it used to be mine.
    And choices are taken, even when they're not made
    and full cross or not, I'll always get paid.

    This is your last trip - yeah the boat stops here.
    And with two half lives, you're not a whole of a man
    so Ill ask you for one name
    but you close your eyes and sigh, sigh, sigh.

    Pitiful man - here is my price:
    you can row back and forth between duty and vice
    but you'll never set foot upon island or shore
    cos those with no ties never needed the earth.

  • 5) Rulers of Men

    They said they'd tame the sea
    when all her storms began their howling.
    Said they'd patch the holes in sky
    before the sun bought us to boiling.
    And they said they'd stop the fires
    before we burned for understanding.
    Then they watergated wires
    to stop the questions and the talking.

    And my boy is burning.

    They stared building walls
    around their power and their comfort.
    But no guns have yet been fired,
    so keep your heads down, go in quiet
    . Cos who am I to say
    that this is all the start of endings
    When we all hope and pretend
    just keeping on will bring us everything.

    But my boy is burning.
    My boy is burning.
    My boy is burning.
    Right in front of me.

  • 1) Dear John

    Dear John, Im writing to extend an invitation.
    An opportunity to join us for a feast of food and celebration
    Far beyone imagination, of what
    you made of them or me, you made us what we are.

    Cos you're all heart John.
    you're all heart John.

    Please take off your shoes and I will welcome you into my home
    Oh it might seem kind of lonely till the other guests make themselves known
    and thankyou for your commendation of my choices, but there is only one
    that would keep you in the style to which you've become acccustomed.

    But you're all heart John.
    you're all heart John.

    Delicacy of flavour, oh it fill the senses, feel it come
    in rarity anf favours, all laid out since you were bred and born
    and we only get to do this once, cos it's far beyond our means.
    Dont let me bore you with the details - I know you want to taste a part of each

    Cos, you're all heart John.
    you're all heart John.

    A moments silence, please.
    To thank our guests and bless this food that's only yours to eat.
    Oh and their names are written underneath each plate
    each dish, each tasteless grave
    but yes, you like the flavour
    and you wont change.

    you're all heart John.
    you're all heart John.
    you're all heart John.

    There but for the grace of god goes you or I
    you taste every story, but do you recognise?
    you're so free with the glaze, and it disguises the taste
    of what you know this if for.
    What its for.

    We, we're all here. We feel each bite, we feel each tear as you sew the seeds
    your pound of flesh, your fiscal year.
    Know what you are
    we know what you are we know what you are
    know what you are
    dear
    dear
    john.
    dear john.

  • 2) The Shadow Line

    The sky threw down it's blood and rain on the day that she was born.
    They gave her number, rank and name
    to see if she could hold her own.

    but I won't see red

    She wouldn't wear her shoes of green, my little girl, and she wouldnt sing.
    And when at last, they asked her why
    she pointed at the world outside.

    but I wont see red.

    The men in power, they set up eyes, to show us where the shadow lines
    would trip and blow, and show us how
    to keep us safely from ourselves.
    and they watched us fall down one by one
    as the hunger came and seasons turned
    till in the end, they called her name
    and the fear bit deep, and the sirens came.

    but I wont see red

    They say some towns are painted gold, and pictures line the city walls.
    They show us things we cannot be
    and lead us there in hope and greed.

    but I wont see red.

    My little girl, I found her there. They'd told her she could outrun death
    they gave her gold and pretty things
    till she was bought and sold and she
    told me with, her final breath
    "You can never die, if you've never lived".

    but I wont see red.

    When she was gone, they took her name, and all she had lost, to sell again
    and the children followed one by one
    with empty eyes drawn to the tune
    of endless gold, undying fame
    and the cycle turns on blood and rain

    And I see red.

  • 3) Servitude

    Turn those voices down
    he whispered, he whispered.
    Let me be your quiet
    in this dissonance, this dissonance.

    I will heal your hurt
    he whispered, he whispered
    follow my hand
    through the dark
    I'll be your strength, my fading flower.

    Oh you're not alive, but I am your saviour
    Wasted spirits die, and I want you to savour, savour
    the rush of power
    he whispered, he whispered.

    When I hold you, you're beautiful
    he whispered
    Hold the knife tight, in your hand
    come prove your loyalty to me

    Oh you're not alive but I am your saviour, saviour
    Cos I am the knowing, the reaping, the sowing and I I I I I I I I
    Burn them to the ground
    turn those voices down.

  • 5) Dishonour Among Thieves

    Cold where your footsteps fall
    I am your echo and your shadow
    Here: left, right.
    Red cross, dead loss, second sight.
    Oh, I am waiting.
    Oh, I am listening.
    For slips of the tongue
    loose lips, sunk ships, power trips and
    oversights, oversights oversights.

    You're pale as a fish. As a shark
    your face buys silence, distance
    calculate what violence, violence
    will buy you.

    Bam. Another ace in your hand
    Bam. Another race to rail against
    Bam. Fear is a trading game.
    But which one of us
    doesn't need their name?

    Cos we are the men who won't be blamed
    we are the ranks whose game is is
    knives in the back, shots in the dark
    slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
    don't run, don't walk, don't stand single file
    green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
    Blood on your hands.
    You look so horrified.

    Your slights of tongue, done legal tender,
    surrender
    your will to power, cower, kill, remember
    Your god forbids you'll be forgotten,
    short stick, free kicks, dead and rotten.

    Cos we are the men who won't be blamed
    we are the ranks whose game is is
    knives in the back, shots in the dark
    slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
    don't run, dont walk, don't stand single file
    green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
    Blood on your hands.

    You look so horrified.

  • 1) The Annihilation Sequence

    This is the line that I'm gonna take
    this is the law - there's no give and take anymore
    we are the world we make
    we are what we allow

    Rule one: don't beleive in them cos
    rule two: they don't beleive in you
    rule three: trust is everything: dont give out easily, don't let it in

    just do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

    this is the wish I pretend to use
    this is the ruse of my faith in you
    letting in the sun, I'm letting two of us
    be two of one

    and you'll do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

    Step one: use important words
    step two: pretend that what you heard is
    three: deep and meaningful and
    four: lust, love, are political

    you'll do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

    cos we know what's good for you
    we know every sad little thing about you
    everything
    the shameful, the untrue
    we have you, we have you

    and you'll do what you're told
    you'll do what you're told

  • 2) The Player

    You lit a candle in the hope the heat would fill the void
    the hope that light would find some substance in the dark
    where all those shaking fading walls should hold your safely balanced words
    should reflect a smile whose warmth disguises the abyss
    belies a traitors twisted bloodied tongue
    and it says:

    Curse you. Curse you.

    and you will feed us little deaths that serve to mark our fading, fleeting hearts
    until we breathe, and nothing more, until we shine like mirrored glass
    reflect your artifice and art
    and it says:

    curse you. Curse you

    And what is given falls away with speed akin to fading light
    you shine so pale, approaching night
    I give a smile, a smile you might just recognise
    a mirror, guise, a worn disguise
    my open arms, my lovers lies
    my open mouth, my empty eyes
    they say:
    Curse you.
    Curse you.

  • 3) The Narcissus

    In a world with no heroes
    I wear shades of pale and
    the fragile airs my mother showed me.
    I'll show you reflections
    while you play with all your dissafections
    and reach for your face
    painted on me.

    Your canvas in waiting
    I'm fresh for all these pretty things
    you show for yourself when you are hunting.
    You smile, try to hold me
    I`m cold too the touch but still you want me
    and how could I have lived
    without your making me.

    Hands peel at clothes
    your head turns, coy, we pose and dance, I show
    unprecious things, parades of glamour, fame and lies and dreams, your mouth says:
    fuck me.
    fuck me.

    Your lips moving slow, the taste
    of you alone, of glass and bone
    an empty world, an empty hole
    just you and me and us and we and
    I, I, I, I, I.
    fuck me.
    fuck me.

  • 5) The Cabbie

    In the West End when I was a boy
    the only guns I heard where those kid's toys
    the kind you get for christmas
    the kind that break to pieces

    Now there's just car crashes and murder scenes
    and those people in fashion magazines
    who want me to drive them to Soho
    to meet thier artist lovers.

    I don't want thier photographs
    thier autographs
    there's plenty of street vendors who'll sell you that
    I just wanna know
    what they say to each other

    "Let's pretend you want me
    Let's pretend I really care"

  • 6) The Gentleman

    It was a long slow walk through shadows in halls
    wooden shelves pushing up to a ceiling overworn
    Oh you learned what is said and you knew how to leave
    your doors breathing open; pull the loneliness out of me and
    be a gentleman
    be a gentleman, for me.

    And the brushing of hands that move over faces
    facades over eyes that flash precious airs and graces
    the flicker of tongues over stories worn old
    as the rising of lust opens out to the cold
    be a gentleman
    please
    be a gentleman
    for me.

    Sing for me - tales taller than God
    hold me down by the throat; taste the blood on our tongues
    I will land on the bones and the hair and the flesh
    of the ones from before me: the ones for whose deaths you can
    be a gentleman
    be a gentleman, for me

    I will flinch at your sting, but I want to feel the pain
    that will blot out the titles of books where you learned
    how your mimicry fools; makes us hunter and game
    fills the void of our bottomless needing in vain
    oh be a gentleman
    be a gentleman
    for me.

  • 8) Bite (the hand that feeds)

    I met you down the rabbit hole
    at the end of resurrection road
    that cul de sac of shambling bodies staring through the empty in me.

    I asked you what you came here for
    you answered 'mirror on the wall,
    to save yourself at all dont just pretend to hear me'

    'Bite', you said, 'learn to bite the hand that feeds
    you think you know where borders lead?
    they'll drink as much as you can bleed
    if you have the teeth then do the deed
    bite the hand, bite the hand that feeds'

    you waved your hand and turned to go
    and said 'the choice is yourts and yours alone'
    that there is no exit you just choose to go or stay, either way by now you pay

    i stumbled pas the empty eyes
    the bodies piled up grey as sky
    you said 'dont follow, dont do what i do, run if you still have the strength to'

    'bite' you said ' bite the hand that feeds'

    Dear God, dear lord: you never answered when i called
    dear god, dear lord: youre just a whisper under the roar
    dear god, dear lord: a rumour theres no substance for
    a nothing when the rush is gone
    bite the hand, bite the hand that feeds.

    feel the falling, endless falling
    the voiceless bottomless, the calling
    siren song to promise flight so fleeting in this fading light

    with hands over my ears i run
    the shadows loom and fall undone
    all tongues and mouths and blackened arms, your hold you own out, open palm and say

    bite.
    bite the hand that feeds.

  • 1) Johnny and the Sea

    It was two days ago when the skull and bones ship came in
    and the shadows grew long as a shiver ran right through the evening.
    I head every door slam as I stood in the street and just stared
    and the call of the sea rose up in my restless young ears.
    She said: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    And the ocean's as wild as I was as a boy, and she sings,
    of fortune and change and the power of a young persons dreams.
    When I stand on the sea and the waves crash and howl out our names
    it's through nausea and fear that we come to know how we are made.
    Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    But at 7 years on I grew tired and started thinking of home.
    I romanticized fields and the cycles of seasons and farms.
    I arrived and I married and I wait for the roots to take hold
    but I wake every night to the sound of the sea, so loud
    She says: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

    You forget how to swim once your life doesn't throw you too far.
    Like you hope that the land can still hold you, and keep you here, warm.
    But I hear and I see and I'm sick of the earth and its gaze
    so I'm walking out once, I am walking out, into the waves.
    They say: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.

  • 2) A Woman Scorned

    Oh I waited too long for my love to come home
    and the sea turned to serpents and foam.
    When his ghost came to me it was covered in weeds
    and the fishes had chewed him to bone

    Oh hollow eyed man, tell me how could you go
    when you've wife and two children on shore
    when the call of the sea is a siren mouthed tune
    and your duty weighs 50 times more?

    "Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
    like Id pine for a man who has failed me
    Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes
    and breathing the scent of your whiskey.

    Oh widow am I, all tied up in death,
    and I cant live on sorrow or pity.
    May your name die away with your daughters in tow
    who i know wont survive here without me.

    And lovers there are, I who I cant say i love
    cos your name calls me out to the waves.
    I will follow you, love, in this winter so cold
    cos it's death and forgetting that saves.

    "Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
    like Id pine for a man who has failed me.
    Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes,
    and breathing the scent of your whiskey.

    So give me your hand, as the sea gives you breath,
    and you rise back up out of the salty.
    oh you stink like the dead, but its what we both are
    and the least you can do is come with me.

  • 3) Blood on the Sea

    He killed me by the full moon tide
    no steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes.
    His words were few, his words were kind
    he wished me luck, and kissed my hand.

    He said that sometimes life don't give
    what you think you wanted
    and if love was your question then time's
    gonna give you your answers.
    But the passing of days has brought nothing but words
    and the cold.
    And belief lives with lies
    just as life lives with death
    and grows old.

    Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away,
    make othign of me. Blood on the sea. Blood on the sea.
    Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
    made mortar of me.
    So the lives of men remain a mystery to me.
    And if God sees it all, He's alone with His clarity.
    Faith is a word that builds bridges to rescue the wounded,
    but when the ground falls away
    everything else falls with it.

    Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away,
    make othign of me. Blood on the sea. Blood on the sea.
    Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
    made mortar of me.

    He killed me by the full moon tide
    no steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes.
    His words were few, his words were kind
    he wished me luck, and kissed my hand.
    Mary X (1859 - 1893)

  • 4) A Hard Game

    Hey over there – can you spare me what you've got?
    I'll play what you want to hear – happy or sad. Frozen hands or not.
    No I'm not from round here, people always ask that question.
    Please, if you stop and stare,
    Share at least your good suggestions.
    Oh there are so many lives to run away from.
    So won't you tell me how to make something of my own.

    -//-

    It's a loaded game, you can't take or leave
    Hard hard, you've got to be.
    Hope and faith: vanities
    Hard hard, and you tell me
    How do the lonely see?
    Hard hard, I just step away.
    You with your insight – does it keep you warm? Does it pacify?
    Hard hard, oh.

    And for what it's worth, it's an iron lung.
    Hard hard, but it will help you breathe
    You'll fit or sink, my dear
    Hard hard - there is no other way.
    Responsibility hard hard and it will stay
    you with your frail light. You're a factory job, if you work it right.
    Hard hard oh.

    It's a loaded gun, but it's up to you
    Far far be it from me to say
    Use it as best you can
    cos you get one shot
    it can go either way
    hard hard, oh.
  • 5) London

    Part I (from the traditional folk song “Bedlam Boys”)

    For to see my Tom in Bedlam
    a thousand miles I'd travel.
    Mad Molly goes with dirty toes
    to save her shoes from travel.
    Still I sing bonnie boys, bonny eyed boys
    Bedlam boys are bonny.
    For they all go bare and they live on the air,
    and they want no drink or money.
    No money
    no money.

    Part II (from the traditional folk song “Silver Dagger”)

    Don't sing love songs
    you'll wake my mother.
    She's sleeping here right by my side
    and in her hand, a silver dagger.
    She says that I can't be your bride.

    Oh my father's a handsom devil,
    he's got a chain that's 5 miles long.
    And on each link, a broke heart dangles
    from another he's loved and wronged.
  • 6) Factory Nation

    Hold
    Release
    Hold
    Release

    You'll know the day – the way light plays
    the flight of fire, a phoenix and
    Release.
    the sky will fall, no one'll see but
    Release
    you'll feel the bite of it's teeth,
    and Hold.

    Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
    Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.

    Hold.

    Oh fairytales
    the taste of them
    hold
    the guards will find you find you and
    release
    Oh fantasy
    hold my heart
    and please release
    me from the throbbing of steal
    and the heat.

    Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
    Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.

    Oh mercy love,
    You've time enough.
    Hope is my own to
    hold
    on through the sweat and the tears.
    Hope is my own to
    hold.
    A waiting stone,
    release.
    Dropped down into darkness,
    darkness
    and release
    and release
    and release.
  • 7) Heavenly Creatures

    Molly, don't you run, just turn and give your spirit up to me.
    Otherwise you've just the son of men as the authorities.
    Oh come share the light here with me.
    Hold your faith in death and don't breathe.
    Oh don't move so out of my reach.
    Molly don't you throw your pain upon this offering of peace.

    Molly there's no door to bolt your daughter in there on her own
    everybody lives and dies with what they cannot do alone.
    Oh you'll stirr the rage in our quiet
    Shape your path with who you incite.
    Let her run they'll eat her alive.
    Molly you're alone, alone, dont make this everybodys fight.

    Molly there's a tree outside whose branches tumbled to the ground
    Nothing more is left but still the seasons turn themselves around.
    Oh come share the light here with me.
    Hold your faith in death and don't breathe.
    Oh don't move so out of my reach.
    Molly don't you throw your pain upon this offering of peace.

    Molly X (1877 – 1915)
  • 8) The Arsonist

    We met on the street when our building burned down
    and we talked about what we'd have saved if the chance hadn't gone.
    Gone gone.
    You said other things might come along.

    It was cheap movie night when you gave me your hand
    and you told me you thought I was the one.
    You were thirtyone, and it sounded like a line,
    but I went back to your place and stayed until one.

    Heaven heaven heaven.
    But the stars didn't fall from the sky and the earth didn't sway.
    Heaven heaven heaven.
    Is what you think you've seen once cos you know
    that it's not going to stay.

    And if nice guys finish last, then you could have done well
    but no fiction is as strange as the truth
    and the truth was a shame.
    Hold on – let's try this again just to make sure we didn't miss out;
    that we don't have to be alone.

    Heaven heaven heaven.
    But the earth didn't sway and the stars didn't fall from the sky .
    Heaven heaven heaven.
    If you'd been Romeo, well then I'd just be expected to die.
    Heaven, heaven
    Is a sorry excuse for the fact that we're made to be burned
    heaven heaven.
    I'm so sorry my friend, this turns out to be your turn.

    Well you know what it's like, when the fire burns hot
    and it's beauty resides in a heat
    that you know will be gone.
    Gone gone.
    And there's nothing to do when it has, you just have to move on.

    But the trick of the eye is that one of you stays
    and stared into flames that you think are still there
    but they're not.
    Cos they're gone.
    Though their power to burn, is as if they'd have swallowed the sun.

    Heaven heaven heaven.
    But the earth didn't sway and the stars didn't fall from the sky .
    Heaven heaven heaven.
    If you'd been Romeo, well then I'd just be expected to die.
    Heaven, heaven
    Is a sorry excuse for the fact that we're made to be burned
    heaven heaven.
    I'm so sorry my friend, this turns out to be your turn.
  • 9) Wait (I run too slow)

    There's an old woman down the road, reads coloured cards to give you answers.
    When her fingers turn up death, she'll kind of wink at you and grimace
    and where you're headed to next, and what's stopped you from moving.

    She says the lonely hunt for love and that the rich still hunt for money,
    and to wise up, cos not one can help the desperate or the greedy
    then she'll stare with her god eye closed and say you're the one choosing.
    Dreams and signs,
    I'm on a strange incline
    and there's got to be some way out
    but I'm not sure I follow.
    Wait for me, wait for me. I run too slow.

    She calls this innocent mistakes just cos I'm younger than she is
    its naïve, it's cliched, it's idealistic
    but at least I haven't lost what it feels like the whole world is missing.

    Sticks and rhymes
    you'll feel it when it's time
    just dont ever look back my girl,
    get out while you're still breathing.
    Wait for me, wait for me. I run too slow.
  • 10) A Healer's Folly

    I found you broken and full of thorns;
    Your chest half open, your mind half yours.
    With bloodied hands,
    I weeded out your shame.
    I washed you clean, I hoped you could be whole again.

    For I was young and
    I thought I knew such things:
    how hope could heal, how hurt could
    scream or sing.
    But still I never asked you why you'd fallen so.
    I hoped for more than bones to mend;
    more that muscle that grows.

    Till death do us part.
    Till death do us part.

    And spring it was, her beauty makes you drunk and blind.
    We traded rings of gold I hoped
    would make you mine.
    But gratitude and love, they grow two different flowers.
    The fruit of one is sweet, the other
    poison sour.

    Till death do us part
    till death do us part

    And human hurt is a shadow waiting,
    to swallow those who seek the shade,
    and hide from burning.

    Till death do us part.
    Till death do us part.

    Oh I am grateful for
    small mercies.
    The way the colour drains from winter,
    from bitterness, and from me.
    You never looked me in the eye
    till harvests eve.
    We shared our bitter fruit;
    We left the way God lets us leave.

    Till death do us part.
    Till death do us part.

    Wynne X (1895 - 1961)
  • 11) Crooked

    In the town where you were born, there lives a man with crooked arms.
    And when you go any visit him he'll tell you all the things he thinks you should have become.
    Oh and if you go, go with one ear closed.
    Oh and if you go, just pretend you've always known
    you don't want to hear, you don't want to hear,
    what he knows.

    He lives in a crooked house, cos that's where crooked people live.
    Oh and he does some crooked things that he will say you should have learned how to forgive.
    Oh ad if you go, you'll see a mirror in his eyes.
    Oh and if you go, you'll learn forgiveness has its price.
    You don't want to hear, you don't want to hear,
    how high.

    When you meet his crooked wife she'll serve you up the kind of thing you've never seen.
    And when she asks you how it tastes you'll find you never learned the words for what you need.
    Oh and if you say, “I only meant to stay a while”
    Oh she'll just nod her head, and she'll give a crooked smile
    cos there are things noone can chose,
    or reconcile.

    And it's a twisted chimney frame where only smoke can turn and find it's way out free.
    And this twisted pair exhale, and tell you tales of who and what you're supposed to be.
    Oh and if you say, “I wasn't asking for advice”
    oh and if you say “I'm only here cos it's polite'
    We'll he'll tell you that there is no way to leave.
    He'll say he's there to help you look back and to grieve.
    He'll say that pity doesn't do you favours twice,
    and that you and I are only here
    cos every man has his price.
  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) The Weavers

  • 2) Where Are You?

  • 1) Sister Falling


    My Mary bought a gun with
    her fathers violence
    she's sick of finding words
    from other peoples silence
    the pain won't ease in the air now
    sick of the sin that sleeps in her bed now.

    So whats it going to be girl?
    you could spend your life pretending
    that things are going to heal now
    with at least some sort of ending.
    The blood won't wash out in water
    thicker than rope you hang from the rafters

    Now I'm alone.

    Here stands resounding silence
    after storms of anger
    the tide runs, red and greedy
    peace is its passenger.
    Sister your black God is calling,
    bleed the family tree in mourning
    splash the tear that
    breaks on falling.

    now I'm alone

    My sister Mary.
    Why couldn't you talk to me.
  • 2) Birds of Prey


    A stone sculptured body lies
    slumped on a cross now
    To feed the collective who he
    claims he will save now And
    we wait for him to save the world

    The carrion birds came and
    tore out the poor eyes
    the people all saw light and
    flocked round it like flies
    Waiting for him to change the world

    And the pain twists their bodies in
    the name of their savior Who
    will someday return home and
    save all the sinners Who
    wait for him to save the world

    God save all the children who cry now in hunger
    God damn non-believers and burn them in anger
    Burn them in anger

    God damn all the liar’s and their promises breaking
    We can sit and do nothing while the millions are dying
    And wait for him to save the world

  • 3) Megalomania

  • 4) Perfidity


    You were always the quiet one
    With strange ambition for oblivion
    The bite of the cold is always you to me
    The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me

    You were always the twisted one
    Who drank your solace from everyone
    For the strength of your hate
    I loved your bitterness
    For the blood in your soul
    I loved your emptiness
    We always wonder
    why good things die
    We cry them our poison and we
    drink ourselves dry
    And
    cut flowers always die.

  • 5) Breathe


    Hope springs like a rare disease to my
    lover’s eyes
    Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't
    reach the skies
    His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
    I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.

    Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold?
    Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold

    Love twists like a rusty nail in the
    flesh of the young
    The fear that you will fall and fail lies
    frozen in the sun
    His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
    I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.

    I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
    Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.
  • 6) Long Way to Climb

  • 7) Pandora's Box


    I watched you
    pour your tears into my cup of coffee
    I heard you
    burn your fears
    on your lounge curtains for the world to see
    But you say that you can never love me
    You say that sort of thing only happens on TV

    Did you feel
    above the world?
    When we sat on the roof above the trees
    And watched the people
    shrink in size, get on with their lives
    In focus it seems
    But you say that’s only how it appears to be
    You say that’s not right for them but it sure aint right for me
    Baby wont you go and spin me one more crock of shit
    That I can wear to school this summer
    Tears fall from your lizard eyes But crocodile: you waste my time
    And I can’t break the spell I’m under
    So I'll just go and throw my tears
    like pebbles down a wishing well
    They're just a bunch of useless fears and
    stupid values I could sell
    Maybe my hearts like
    Pandora's box as well

    Honey child ride the sea
    With no anchor you'll drift endlessly
    I guess that’s just the way you want to be
    But you're the only one that really believes you’re free.
  • 8) Millstones


    Hey baby, Alice is home
    She's so dry she could
    catch fire
    The colours on the TV are tired
    The voice on the radio higher

    Bored bored and
    boring again
    Itching like she could grow wings
    The cat smiles disembodied
    One wave of its tail stings

    You paint me so faceless
    Ignorance is contagious
    Attractive hand of the dying
    You spit your
    cold pity
    Like folded rainbows at me
    So ugly souls of the crying

    The world is shrinking again
    Don't Mock - You can
    eat me
    The swim is long and lucid
    To float with the tide is easy.
  • 9) Wilt


    She stands in her corner of the room
    Swept out of the way
    Like so many empty used
    packets of shit In the garbage bin
    Matching the decor - old bones in the closet

    Strength from the bottle to leave again
    And crying at talk shows you see on the TV
    Like fish in aquariums swimming in
    other people's pity. Not pain like your drowning in
    What are you gonna tell your friends?
    Black is your colour; you fell down the stairs again
    What does he think of love?
    Something you suffer from, weakness you rise above

    Live your grey day in the wings for him
    Think of all things as they are or
    they might have been
    Oh your blue eyes are so black for him
    Stand in the corner a wallflower wilting
  • 10) Rain