1.Into The Murky Water
Blood on the rocks
Fire in the sky
A crack in the cloud where the misshapen moon is
Alone again or
A piece of the whole
Following on from the beat of the music
You live for the city
Die for the city
Where the bourgeoisie are a pink sea of humans
Positioned above
Evading the fog
A great white animal everywhere, breathing
Wringing the cracks out of our fingers
Folding them back into the murky water
Pinching the flesh free from the bruising
Pondering on this life and how we use it
Or abuse it
TImber and tide
Creep through the night
A slow black crawl from the sleeping sirens
Modesty wrapped
Till we do the collapse
A bitter retreat into the heat of pleasure
There may be more, there may be more
But at the side of the road
You'll find your ghost
Evading the call
Of tortured voices
2.Dust On The Dancefloor
The tide behind the eyes that never shut
The restless legs that never loosen up
Oh the sweet smell of the blood
Though the heart aches she was not made to love
Another summer wasted on a boy
When shadows leech the colour from your skin
And team by team we split and start again
Let the old, cracked mirror-ball
Spread the spotlight from the bar to the door
And visualise the roles you never played
Brave words die on your lips
In the wake of relationships
Eternal passers by
With the reek of repeat on our hides
But we're reaching out from every fall
Relief
Beneath
The dust on the dancefloor
Reflecting now his life is where he sits
An epitaph falls flat between dry lips
What a great day for demise
What a long road I have walked, just to die
To fall apart the way that people do
3.Our Hearts Burn Like Damp Matches
Take a walk through scattered trees
To the place where no one dreams
Serve my sentence and be done
All human life here is scarred
Posture slipped and ill-attired
We should all be redesigned
Hollow words sit silent in my mouth
Reasoned voices idle on the ground
Our hears burn like damp matches
Turn then attack us, burst and then break
Embers plucked from the ashes
Glow to attract us, lure us away
Every day arrives too late
Every morning seems the same
Stale regrets and dull routine
Know at last your weathered soul
Know your tethers clung with soil
And the reasons for it all
Trust in me and I will trust in you
Hold me close and I will hold you too
4.You Could Keep Me Talking
A winter of trees keeps me pinned to the floor
I just fiddle with change as the party roars on
Alone in the fog of perpetual dawn
But you could keep me talking as long as you want
These bloodthirsty limbs can be hard to control
When your world is a cage built to keep you from harm
I was deaf, dumb and blind until you came along
But you could keep me talking as long as you want
You could keep me talking as long as you want
My internal monologue speaks for itself
So I let it all out, drag myself from the shelf
You look at me strange and I know something's wrong
But you could keep me talking as long as you want
You could keep me talking as long as you want
Most folks collide with such sickening ease
Their instincts arrive as my intellect leaves
I don't know what I want, but I know what I need
And it keeps
Rolling over me
You could keep me talking as long as you want
5.Although We All Are Lost
Although we all are lost, our progress has been mapped
And damage that was done, will shape us to a man
Inscrutably led, we're doing it for love
Yes after all is said, we're doing it for love
We stalk into the arms
Into the arms of hope
It's saving us the trouble of
Surviving on our own
We make every mistake
Finding the long way around
But having tasted diffidence
We know we're happy now
We know we're happy now
Words, worn
Cliffs in the storm
Down to the shark they fall
He sidles up and savages
Each savoured syllable
We try, oh how we try
Searching the night for sleep
It barely seems to matter now
Our lives they are complete
Our lives they are complete
6.This Phantom Life
I am a dancing bear
You are a magazine
We are a mess of holes
Shaking from head to toe
If we only knew the answers we could print them up onto T-shirts
We could sing for revolution, we could fight all our wars and
win them
Or while away the summer days in a day-dream
None of this can be bought
None of this can be sold
Safe in the frame we find
But for the letting go
You can hide your desperation from yourself and from your
children
But you cannot contain the terror, or your loss of poise and
diction
This phantom life is cast aside, at the moment you most need it
7.The Hungry Years
Into the night another life
Twisted and torn beneath the ties
That bind us between the start and end
You empty your eyes, benign, and then...
You squeeze me like a comfort blanket
That keeps you warm
But will hold you back
Days sip the arching of the dunes
Vague lines between the bits you knew
A California life without the sun
The callow call from each and every home
My fear of flying keeps me grounded
So save your laughter
For something sacred
But please don't forget about the past
The hungry years we hid beneath the sand
And the salt on the lips of the sea
The crack in the smile of the chipped summer teeth
From pitching softly in awkward places
We finally find that our luck is changing
We'll all get somewhere somehow
We'll all get somewhere somehow
And when it comes it comes from something worthwhile
A pain-eraser born out of doubt
8.I Shall Forever Remain An Amateur
Lately, white moon in the blue sky
You taunt me with your half-hearted smile
At once familiar
The melancholy pain
Of being again
And lately the rice grown at our feet
Has lost its solvency
We canter from field to wooden home
Avoiding splinters
We waiter here too long, too long, too long
Weightless we shall wonder on
So many have tried, so few have won
But the past is so seductive and
I shall forever remain an amateur
Lately the days have lost their names
The seasons ebb and change
The fireside backs have been washed clean
Revealing nothing but sunken shouldered dreams
Of being again
Graceless we shall wonder on
So many have tried, so few have won
But the past is so seductive and
I shall forever remain an amateur
And although I will try
I would rather be taking the reins than the wheel
9.Better Written Off (Than Written Down)
From the darkest lows
To the heavenly highs
Another dream let go
On every mantelpiece
If you had your life
To live over again
Would you do it in style？
Or make those same mistakes？
If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me
But shapeless shoulders and this cold, dead smile
These days are better written off than written down
Will you live your life
Through a blossoming child？
Or will you sail the seas
Of self-discovery？
Does it make you smile
When you think of the ride？
Or do you get tired
Burning oxygen？
If I keep folding there'll be nothing left of me
But shapeless shoulders and this cold dead smile
These days are better written off than written down
All the wasted days
And the promises made
Could put the fear of God
In any one of us
Resolutions seep
Through the soles of your feet
So find a goal you can reach
Ever the optimist
10.Just Like The Knife
Gather up your things and leave, there can be no place for thee
Just as the knife reflects the ego drain, you cut away
Just like the knife
Fighters put their fists on pause, playwrights lick their lips
and thaw
Just as the dawn declares another day, you cut away
Just like the knife
From these English coastal towns, empty seas will drag us down
Just as our hearts commit so they renege, you cut away
Just like the knife
From the shore-leave lanes and the chaste undone
Gonna share ourselves with everyone
11.It Dissolves In The Writing
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