1. |
The Veil
04:00
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A shadow looms
Love and fear
A lazy Sunday
One last beer
Behind the veil
It's heaven or hell
Loose tongues
Pallid cheeks
My love
Doesn't get to speak
Behind the veil
Words are for sale
With a juggler and a clown, to amuse you
In times like these
The world becomes a scene
Blood in the street
All or nothing
Undertaker's got
A six foot coffin
Below the veil
There's a final nail
Wealth lies
Infant feet
Jewels shine
Royal seats
Below the veil
Goes the wishing well
With fools and fiends, believe me
In times like these
The wounds will gush and bleed
Moral guides
Self-help books
Vampire gurus
Snake-skin crooks
Beyond the veil
Your dreams will be mailed
Slip stream
Time will tell
Who will rise
Who has fell
Beyond the veil
All ships must sail
With a pirate and a thief to guide you
In times like these
You'll find yourself at sea
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2. |
Rongo Rongo Script
02:29
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What's that in the distance
Looks like rain
Trouble in the east
A white ghost risin'
Spirit on the horizon
1722
The day I met you
Up at the dawn
Set to work the day
Carve the Moai
Keep the evil at bay
Palm to palm and prey
1722
The day I met you
It was Easter Sunday
So they say they came
With hands of fire
Smoke with pain
They slayed the birdman
1722
They day I met you
1770
I saw destiny
Carry a wooden cross
Resurrect a truth
I met the gods
Old and new
The day I met you
Famine and disease
The day you left
War and greed
Pain and death
How to know?
What to do?
They day I met you
Tear down the gods
In the mud they lay
I have no hands left
Enough to prey
I once made statues
From the earth and clay
Before the day
I met you
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3. |
Nobody Here
03:31
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There ain't nobody here
Nobody in this ol' shell
Pick a cage for a lonely cell
And shelve yourself with a book
Don't pain yourself with the hooks, my love
Looking for a plate of food
Don't say you misunderstood
Because...
There ain't nobody here
Nobody in this ol' tomb
Find a shadow in the city of light
And smile like the moon
Fancy bows and ribbons of gloom, you wish
For operations normal soon
Don't say you misunderstood
Because....
If by chance you end wondering
These desert streets of a homeless town
Cast your eyes stoic-like down
Exchange glances and frowns
Time out of mind
Cast thoughts into the sea
How many places to be, you sail
On the waves of eternity
We'll meet there endlessly
Because....
There ain't nobody here
Noone behind the eyes
See a generation of passion and lust
Blow smoke against the wind
Show the loser how to win
Trade virtue in for sin
Don't say you misunderstood
Because.....
There ain't nobody here
Nobody underneath the sky
I saw a little twinkle in your eye
You took me for a pretty fool
With plunder, spillage and toil, you poured
The drinks for another round
And we were homeward bound...
And if by chance you end wondering
These desert streets of a hopeless town
Cast your eyes stoic-like down
Exchange glances and frowns
Time out of mind
Cast thoughts into the sea
How many places to be, you sail
On the waves of eternity
We'll meet there endlessly.
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4. |
Reaperman
03:53
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Your interpretation needs a physicist
A strategician, a master of chess
There's no procure for your conceit
I need salvation, a place to retreat
When you're down on your rounds reaperman
Won't you carry me home
Your inquisition needs an evangelist
An apprehension, a sentence for the thief
You prostrate my body and broke my knees
Took away the bible, withheld my belief
When your down on your rounds reaperman
Won't you carry me home
You gotta keep the fire down in the hole
Forge the crucible, blaspheme the soul
Don't need no saviour to feed me my bread
Got money in my pockets, ideas in my head
When your down on your rounds reaperman
Won't you carry me home
(..When you gonna hit the highway blues
You know you're gonna have to hit and run
Walk beneath the midday sun..)
..You gotta keep the fire down in the hole
Forge the crucible, blaspheme the soul
Don't need no saviour to feed you your bread
Got money in the pocket, ideas in your head
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5. |
The Bassline
03:55
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There's little to say of the fire
Bartholomew and the kids in the mire
Heat the brimstone and stoke the flame
The drugs work and burn away the pain
The past not present the mind with shame
Down beneath a pendulum fairy-light tree
Drunk on old monk rum in a makeshift bar with Sree
East of Eden there is no sense of time
Can you hear the bass line?
Lost my shoes in a post-diluvian flood
Set out for a voyage, hit upon the earth
Broke a guitar in a crazy dream
Singing songs only sparrow should sing
To a majestic queen and mustache king
Asleep beneath a pendulum fairly-light tree
Lost my shades, spent all my money
East of Eden there is no sense of time
Can you hear the bass line?
God said to man 'I am who I am'
From queen of England to king of Siam
The words on a Bangkok balcony
Foggy ruins of a drunken history
If you see her blow a farewell kiss for me
And sing a song under a pendulum fairy-light tree
Keep her warm with a glass of Northern whisky
East of Eden there is no sense of time
Can you hear the bass line?
Down at the circus everyone's on their trip
The peddlers, mad dogs, the straight, the hip
It's a busy road when your far from home
Hard to know which way youre coming from
Hell fire or effulgent morning sun
Or down, beneath a pendulum fairy-light tree
In a hammock, slung between the breeze
East of Eden there is no sense of time
Can you hear the bass line?
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6. |
Illusions of Alchemy
04:15
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Did you see the window
Where the winds blows
To and fro
As above so below
I don't want to Bonnie and Clyde
The open road
With love, you say
We'll beat it astray
Or run around
Every cheap part of town
Drunk as a frown
What goes up must go down
Trading your knowledge to an open ear
Down the Harlem stoves You've mined for gold
Paying a handsome fee for all that's free
Settlin' for a cheap escape in a child's dream
But all you've seen's the stars
And illusions of alchemy
Did you see the ring
The gifts they bring
The lead and the gold
Something new something old
A little jingle jangle
In the morning light
As heavy as a son
Wailing to be born
Now I know it's early
To dance eternally
Between Acheron and Styx
Before the fiery pits
But on a slippery slope and lost my guide
Abandon all hope
Down to the medicine man subscription for free
Open up the wounds for all to see
But all you've seen's the scars
And illusions of alchemy
Ceres my darling
Says she's starving
For them good old days
A hand for the grain
Peddling the streets
In the industry rain
Expecting
Fortune and fame
Now I suppose you say
It ain't gonna be that way
Speaking in tongues
Lost to a song
Without the rules no-one knows the game
Dorian Greys, pictures in a frame
In the foggy ruins of yesterdays dream
Cradling a future for all to see
But all you've seen's the past
And illusions of alchemy
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7. |
Gettin' on
03:54
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8. |
Won't Remember a Thing
03:19
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A daily bosom of alcohol
Hold your lover when she comes to call
Light a candle and a cigarette
A grammar phone and old cassette
Alarm bells ring
The morning sings
And tomorrow
Won't remember a thing
Rally down to a blue lagoon
Trail the ocean with a wailers harpoon
Lovers songs and old regrets
If you see the river paint a silhouette
The ships will sail
And the sun will sink
And tomorrow
Won't remember a thing
When the day's been done
And dreams are forlorn
Borrow a little bit from the sun
When the games been won
And players are long gone
Get your kicks on the run
Forecast charts are showing a change
The weather man says that it's bound to rain
Undertaker wears a dovetail suit
Carries his life in a wooden flute
Church bells toll
People sit and drink
And tomorrow
Won't remember a thing
The royal order speak unto the mute
Asking for patience and a player of loot
The underclass has got you in a whirl
Can't see the sun going up or down
The pawns march in
Dark skies rise again
And tomorrow
Won't remember a thing
When the daylight's done
And dreams are forlorn
Borrow a little bit from the sun
When the game's been won
And the players are long gone
Get your kicks on the run
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9. |
The Island
04:55
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There's a place northward bound
Rise and crawls from the Solent Sea
A pasture of time forgot
A relic of memory
There's an isle in every land
A little poem in every song
Apparitions in time and place
A little religion in everyone
Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for an outlaw to ride the breeze
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find
Build a base on Boniface Down
Carve a mark into a tree
Light a fire on Woody Bay
Footprints washed away by the sea
Forgot the reasons for the play
But know the characters in every scene
Said tomorrow might never come
Closed your eyes and romanticised a dream
Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for a preacher, repent all sin
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find
Picking penny sweets at Nick's corner shop
Kicking stones, finding new shortcuts
On the boating lake, tightrope walk the ridge
Paved it in, put up a carpark lot
If you remember where you're from
They say you're never far from home
The water's edge is at the shore
And out past the horizon
Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for a patron to pick up the fee
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find
Tupenny Nudger in the penny arcade
Burn the soles of your feet from the sun
Sandy chips, ice-cream cones
Counting the pieces you won
Walk the stone, around the coves
Wind up in a Caribbean Carnival
Jump the fence, duck the uniforms
Entry is free for all
Fell off the wagon down on my knees
Looking for adventure, an easy release
Another blackout tore holes in my mind
Must be an island easier to find
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10. |
Wrong Time
03:43
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She deals in tricks, an easy fix
Running in and out of her whirl
It ain't easy, I ain't glad
Listing all things we will never have
Fashion fads of glads and sadness
Bowlin' down the mill house road
Life's easier in your dream
Monday morning, snoring, I can see
A Sunday morning hymn or a melody
When you gonna comfort me
Fall down into the subterrain
Take what is yours for free
Livin' down and low ain't easy
One by one they're gonna make you bleed
Diagnose some form of malady
But you were born in the wrong place
Born at the wrong time
She licks her lips, got pirate hips
Pleasures locked away with her pearls
Sea shell swirls and a treasure trove
Diamonds light the skies of an open road
Trinkets are our destiny
And trading your hours for a pretty penny
It ain't no way to be
Though they all fall down the line
Cogs in machines in the factory times
When you gonna come for me
I like the clack of a steam train baby
And I believe
In all the ecstacies of a young man's dreams
She said she would write for me
A song of revelation and liberty
But you were born in the wrong place
Born to a wrong time
When you gonna come for me
Make an escape in an aeroplane babe
And concede
All flights of fancy and foolish dreams
I would write to she
A song of desperation and lunacy
We were born in the wrong place
Born at the wrong time
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Tatchell and the Tambourine England, UK
We don't listen to music anymore, we listen to song.
Don't go anymore,
Except where we
belong.
But I know a Gym
Called Whisky and Gin
A full deck only
The Big man 'll
Let you in
There is no end
Or place to begin
Or even win
Only a whole glass
Half full of Slim
And a friendly soul
Who no doubt you'll
Know not at all
But let's call him Jim
For he wears a grin.
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