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Burning Sun
06:00
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Let me feel the burning sun rising from the sea.
I feel your voice caress my skin, a breath of silken flame;
Promises of things to come, of pleasure and of pain.
We're caught up in this dance of life - players in this endless game.
Pulses beating in the dark as sparks fly through my veins.
Let me feel the burning sun rising from the sea
Tear the stars down from the sky and set our bodies free
Feel your heartbeat catch your breath - spirits taking flight.
Let the dark unlock your soul, this silent, holy night.
We're coming to get you - we're coming to take you far away -
We're coming to fetch you now!
We're going to teach you some marvelous, wonderful games to play.
We're going to take you now!
Let go of what holds you - the chains that they forged you year-by-year.
Let go of your inner strife,
And join in our dancing - join in our worship of mind and flash -
Join in our songs of Life!
Let me feel the burning sun rising from the sea.
Tear the stars down from the sky, and set our spirits free.
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2. |
Hey There!
04:04
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Hey there! Do you want to join in my life party?
Don’t know much what’s going on,
Doesn’t really matter ‘cos I quite enjoy it.
I’m only nine, haven’t any worries,
I don’t think any bigger than my world around me.
Everything I see, hear, and feel so clearly
Hasn’t got a label so I simply enjoy it.
Hey there! Hey there, Mark
Are you coming out to play?
Hey there! Hey there!
It’s Saturday morning and I’ve got my Levis on. Let’s get on our bikes
And explore the world.
My world is as big as my bicycle allows.
Its only as long as my legs can take me anywhere I want to,
But it’s always woods, fields, and rivers.
I like being nine ‘cos I’m feeling quite grown up;
I’ve got my fags and I’ve got my matches,
My special place to stash them in,
A fantastic den for me to go and smoke in.
Hey there! Hey there, John,
Are you coming out to play?
Hey there! Hey there!
I’ve got a camera, let’s take some photographs. I’m Captain Kirk, you’ll be Spock and Bones.
Naughty things that kids are getting up to,
A two pence piece in a phone box so I can be rude to you,
Although I’ll never meet you
(There really is a pig farmer called Smellie).
We laughed so hard we nearly sicked up our fizzy Flying Saucers and our Black Jacks.
I’m off home, it’s nearly tea time, but I’ll be back to see you in the morning.
Hey there! Hey there, John,
Are you coming out to play?
Hey there! Hey there!
Let’s steal some sweets and walk the railway line. Let’s make some rhythms
And guess the tune.
Hey there! Hey there, Friends,
Are you coming out to play?
Hey there! Hey there!
I’ve got no worries, let’s find something to do. Let’s go to Ghost Hill woods
And make a den.
Hey there! Hey there, Friends,
Are you coming out to play?
Hey there! Hey there!
I’ve got no worries, let’s find something to do. Let’s fart and laugh,
Enjoy the day. Enjoy the day. Enjoy the day.
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1: Open Road
My creditors are calling, I've got no time on my hands.
My share-prices are falling. Time to make a better plan.
Get the passport with the funny name - guess I better travel light:
Leave the handgun in the bottom drawer; they won't like it on the flight.
Open road, and open skies - here I come!
Leave Merry England in the rain and fly towards the sun.
There's a man I know in a desert town, and he owes me more than one.
A few greasy dollars in my shoes and a bearer bond or three -
So sorry 'bout the change of plans, but I won't be home for tea.
Open hearts and open hands - here I come!
In this land of honeyed sunshine and of opportunity
I'm reborn with a four-by-four and cross-boarder expertise
So don't ask what's in the boxes, I just look the other way,
For who am I to question what games other people play?
Open wounds and open graves? I see none.
2: Exiles
Now the devils of my conscience make a place for me
Between the empty skies and endless desert sands.
Did they bring me here so I could 'find myself'?
Well, if there's a lesson, I just don't understand.
If I only knew how I could free myself
From the memories that followed even here...!
And id you saw me now as I see myself
Would you turn your back? Or brush away a tear?
3: Desert Gin -Instrumental
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4. |
Twylight Worlds
02:56
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Time has lost all meaning here, but the hour's never late.
Predicated mealtimes, and Sodium Valproate.
Autumn rusts the patient trees, not much else changes here.
The routine central-heated days slip past and disappear.
Catch every star that falls, heed every voice that calls.
It matters not at all to those out there,
Until you've looked inside their noon-day paradise
Where deeper shadows hide the unshead tears.
And I've been shown into their private worlds,
And I have seen the faces there.
And I've been shown inside their twilight worlds
And been shown the spectres there.
So years slip by unseen on clocks and Clozapine.
The anti-time machine performs its task
Of keeping safe and sound, the phantoms that abound
The silent screams resound behind the mask.
And yet I have looked into their midnight world,
And I have found some laughter there.
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5. |
Dead Man's Porn
05:30
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Maybe the best has been and gone?
I’ve had great times, I even knew it at the time.
Never paid much attention to accruing things.
Huh! Never paid much attention.
A sip of tea, and a smile,
A nice cup of normality.
What do I leave when I’m gone? What does it say about me?
I’m sitting here, you see me writing, eating, smiling.
I’m like the Trojan horse but I’m just an ass.
So easy to hide behind rituals of time spent with friends, spent with strangers: imagining my own death.
Dead man’s porn
Dead man’s porn
My legacy from 40-odd years
Dead man’s porn
Blast, I’m tired. I want to get off.
Take a break from living, from trying.
I can’t cope, I’m not responsible
Well, I am, but I don’t like it.
chorus
A sip of tea, and a smile,
Nice weather for the time of year.
Do you see behind my eyes
A pathetic reality?
Rushing, rushing, feel it rushing through my veins
With back room chemistry, belly clenches, neck hair prickles.
Feel instant chill and overwhelm, not turning back: job done.
Want to rush to embrace the calm.
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6. |
A Cry From The Deep
12:14
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There's a daemon in the best of us, and it craves the light of day,
Because we fear what it might bring to us, so we keep it locked away.
And if we are not brave and we are not strong, that's just the way we're made,
But if we understood ourselves we could be sane.
There's an angel in the worst of us, but we just don't hear it's voice,
And so we blame the sins of fathers, and yet it's us who make the choice.
And so we're always right, and they're never wrong - no-one listens anyway.
But it's ourselves we see in all that we survey.
'Raindrops keep fallin' on me 'ead!' 'There's a graveyard wind that cuts through me, and it chills me to the bone.'
'I mean, of course... um, yes, absolutely, yes.' 'Ah, yes, but you are not as UGLY as I was told you were.'
'This is no sound that Earth owes.' 'Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell - Ding, dong, ding, dong....'
'I have been busy, busy, busy: rush'n' about, rush'n' about, smok'n' in my bed! Politely, and with the light on.'
Sometimes when it's quiet I remember things I don't believe that I have ever known.
These faces with no names, what do they want from me?
When I question them they always fade away.
And then when it gets dark I hear their voices,
Yeah, but if I told you what they said you would not understand.
And then the silence rushes in like dark waves.
I forget now what it was they had to say.
There's a graveyard wind that cuts through me, and it chills me to the bone,
So I'll rase my flag of perfidy and I'll make my way alone.
Because I am not strong and I am not brave I'll keep smiling just the same,
Otherwise you might see me for what I am.
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7. |
That Big Small Step
03:56
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What does it take to make people walk into the light?
What stops us is often the fright that we do not know what we will become.
To slough our skins, to lose the clothing of our past.
Bared to the soul searching is over
Simply because, in the light, we are one.
It’s not a matter of all or nothing,
Not even all and nothing,
Just All.
We came from the light, and to the light we shall return.
Its that simple that when we experience the transition
We suddenly know what we always knew
Yet had forgotten that we ever knew at all.
And in that instant, we are the universe.
Bodies to cells, to molecules, to atoms,
To electrons, to photons, the edges are gone.
You and I disappear, and all that is left
Is the eternity of truth of which we are all a part,
Not ever really apart.
And that is the illusion,
The trick of the light.
Be brave about your fear,
Be doubtful about your doubt, And step into the light.
Bodies to cells, to molecules, to atoms,
To electrons, to photons, the edges are gone.
You and I disappear, and all that is left
Is the eternity of truth of which we are all a part, Not ever really apart.
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8. |
Europa
06:10
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Oh Europa....
From arctic islands deep in ice to burning southern seas,
An ancient land where empires rise and fall
To the 'Quick-March!' of progress (change and decay)
The waves of culture roll upon your shores.
From Romulus to EEC the teaming millions fly,
The shifting sands of nations tell their tale
Of myriad creeds and races who fight to make their mark
In search of power, wealth or Holy Grail
(Oh, Europa....)
Golden ages, seasons of change. Read each tale as it runs:
Every day a story, every life a legend,
And the centuries roll over, one-by-one.
Now out there in the distance see the generals read the names
Of those who payed the price that tipped their hands.
While passing years may teach us, the centuries never will.
We learn, and yet we do not understand.
Xiatuka, Xiatuka!
The cries of hate, the whispers of love.
See each chameleon run,
While in the theatre of power games the ticket man waits
To blow our candles out, one by one - by one - by one....
(Author's note: As far as I know 'Xiatuka' has absolutely no meaning in any Indo-European language whatsoever. I invented it In the spirit of the European Union, so as to show no bias towards or against any one member state, past or present.)
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9. |
Dreams (Deus ex machina)
07:42
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Close your eyes, rest your head, and listen to the wind
Whisper you a lullaby. The day is at its end.
Let your mind go wandering through strange, enchanted lands.
Can you hear the music of the twilight minstrel's band?
And in this weird, enchanted place you pick the golden pear.
You meet and old man writing words with pictures in the air.
He makes a door through which you pass to a castle built of cloud,
Wherein there lives a magus king to whom the mountains bow
And then the turning of the great and strange machine:
The whirling wheels, the spinning dials of ironclads unseen.
Is this the shape of things to come, or things that have once been?
Or is it just the stuff of fantasies and dreams...?
But the castle walls are crumbling - the Earth becomes the sky.
An unseen hand is holding you: you're learning how to fly!
Rushing through the liquid air you're swimming in a sea
Of voices calling you to climb the sacred tree.
Again the turning of the greatly strange machine....
Here they come! Those horrid Wendigoes!
Fly-by-nights that drift across the snows.
Dark and bare, the witchwood spreads it's poison claws,
While close behind, a daemon on all fours...!!!!
And just in time, the turning of the great and strange machine....
You walk the dusty mountain path to the land of the twilight band,
But the trees are frowning on you, 'cause your shoes are full of sand.
But as you stand, the unseen hand is leading you astray.
And then from somewhere in the darkness there bursts the light of day.
But still you hear the turning of the great and strange machine.
Yet was it not the stuff of fantasies and dreams...?
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