1. |
Paper House
05:04
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Round and round the pale moon
Swooped the crimson birds
Dancing down the lane
Came two sword-swallowers
Floating through the rice fields
With gold dust on their hands
Came a dozen soldiers
To the sounds of marching bands
“The truth,” he said, “isn’t here.”
And the birds and the moon disappeared
Across the turquoise rivers
And bays drenched in pearls
Fishermen are waiting
For shipmates on the swell
For diamonds and cocaine
For the perfect hand
For shipments of illicit
Niggers to reach land
“The truth,” he said, “isn’t here.”
And the moths circled round in the flames
The missionary’s leaving
Leaving with a prayer
He’s ready for his last breath
Of this precious air
Now everything’s in paper
Everything will burn
Houses filled with lilies
Forests, fields and ferns
“The truth,” he said, “isn’t here.”
And the harbour lay still in the night
“The truth,” he said, “isn’t here.”
And the shadows kissed our blushing cheeks
“The truth,” he said, “isn’t here.”
And the moths circled round in the flames
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2. |
Danielle
05:57
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Maybe I told the truth
or maybe I lied
Maybe I put a gun to my head
or maybe to yours
You took advantage of my disadvantage
A shivering child
Afraid of death
When the wind blows… oh Danielle
And maybe you’re my enemy
or maybe a talisman
The only excuse for you
is you don’t exist
You took advantage of my disadvantage
A shivering child
Afraid of death
When the wind blows…oh Danielle
Maybe I told the truth
or maybe I lied
Maybe I put a gun to my head
or maybe to yours
You took advantage of my disadvantage
A shivering child
Afraid of death
Oh Danielle
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3. |
Mirror Of Souls
05:52
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Through clouded canyons
He sees the sea
Through clouded canyons
He sees her soul
Raining ice so cold
It burns his hands
Raining ice so cold
So cold it burns
Through mirrors of mercury
He sees her death
Through mirrors of mercury
He sees her soul
In quarries of marble
Where no birds sing
In quarries of marble
Face down, stay down
On bridges of dynamite
He hangs by a thread
On bridges of dynamite
“Hang on,” she said
Raining ice so cold
It froze his look
On her glass face
So cold he shook
On bridges of dynamite
He hangs by a thread
On bridges of dynamite
“Hang on,” she said
Raining ice so cold
It froze his look
On her glass face
So cold he shook
So cold he shook
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4. |
The Screw
07:34
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We climb the spiral staircase
And we turn the screw
No dangerous side-effects
There is no danger involved
A smile would be a small victory
And we turn the screw
I could be a master of torture
If I knew what was going on
“What is going on here?”
And we turn the screw
A shaft of light on your hair
Pours down the well, the deep dark well
Your face has gone white, your hair has turned grey
Your face is spinning away
A turn of the screw
You’re burning, my angel
And the ash is blowing in my face
Stinging my eyes
Stinging my eyes
And we turn the screw
And we turn the screw
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5. |
When Dreams Moved In
04:51
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Walking down the steps she turned her head
To glance at the clock.
“Six minutes yet,” she said
Under her breath
Which frosted into clouds
And locked the feeling in.
“I have done this before, “ she thought,
And without meaning to, she let nostalgia in
To work upon her senses.
How strange it seemed to stand there
Waiting for this same train.
She felt the same excitement build up
As the lights shone out of the night
And lit the track that she’d looked forward to travelling
So many times that she’d fight
With her feelings to stop them wondering
How this could possibly be a good idea.
She’d feared rejection
And prayed against it when she reached her destination.
God had seldom answered.
Perhaps the noise of the train
That rattled into the station
Had hidden her plea.
For the excitement crept out of her eyes
When despair moved in at the end of her journey.
She was lost in thoughts till the train came in,
And as she climbed on she said,
“If only I was on my way
To where I used to be going.”
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6. |
Hammers Of Islam
05:02
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The fountain of life ran out long ago.
Hidden away.
The walls still smart from a whiplash lash,
And hammer blows.
Carmine temples, shadowed and under
superstition
Sheltered in minaret, sheltered in white walls,
Out of the sun.
Several grenadiers with books to burn
Kneel for prayer.
Judgements and parchments bow to obedience,
To a train of thought.
Carmine temples, shadowed and under
superstition
Sheltered in minaret, sheltered in white walls,
Out of the sun.
Several citizens, with stones to throw,
Kneel for prayer.
Judgements and parchments bow to obedience,
Out of the sun.
Carmine temples, shadowed and under
superstition
Sheltered in minaret, sheltered in white walls,
Out of the sun.
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7. |
The Powerhouse
07:58
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My mind lives for the day when spent energy will reign supreme
And all this time will grow and fuse the flame of fortune
Great mines of light will shower us with stars
And always burning bright inside will be the source
I eat and sleep the powerhouse
Devouring life and soul, it lives on breath and bone
All inside it slowly gathers fuel
Just waiting for the moment when
Recognition of its force and passion will come amongst us
My heart, the powerhouse
Biding time and growing greener now
Surviving on what wise words it can suffer
Suddenly it will search towards the open sea
Dismiss us as some tiny outlet
We are all strength inside
And disbelievers will be drowned in sounds of waves beating on an empty shore
My mind, the powerhouse
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8. |
And She Laughed Too
05:50
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The girl twisted the beads around her fingers
Gently at first then sudden turns and tugs
At me gazing away
I shouldn’t have noticed the vacant stare
I didn’t want to think about what lay underneath
But I couldn’t stop my mind
It slowly insisted on several thoughts that way
Which I really had no wish to follow
But it insisted, the choice did not seem mine
She sent shivers down my spine, the girl
And as each shake gained momentum
I saw a movement that I knew
And I almost shouted to her,
"Yes, I know," but arrested the desire
Glad to recognise my own decision for once
I wasn’t sure of what I knew
But concluded perhaps it didn’t matter
My own beads snapped and tumbled all around me
I laughed
She laughed too
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Beautiful Pea Green Boat London, UK
Back in the 1980s, Beautiful Pea Green Boat - Ian Williams and Heather Wright - released two albums and several singles on their own Slaughterback label, which became known for their ethereal female vocals and mixture of electro, indie and melodic, neo-classical torch songs. They played a mere half-dozen concerts, but gained quite a reputation in Europe and on the American college radio circuit. ... more
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