Lyrics

B-Sides, etc.

01. The Plague Monkeys
02. Gyroscope

03. Alice (Demo)
04. Cobweb Theory

05. Star Country
06. Gyroscope
07. 'Few Words' Is Better

08. The Plague Monkeys

09. Mouth To Mouth
10. Sea Change
11. 256 Shades Of Grey

12. Hut (Radio Session)
13. Unsung
14. Muff-Mania
15. Short-Cut

16. Jigsaw

 

The Plague Monkeys

Lick horse, kick horse
He is tied in a field
He knows nothing
Of a swan on your shelf
Or a rose bowl in a suburban window

This killer apathy
Stretches over me and forms a carapace
A living shell
A vicious ring
I'm so vaguely sick of everything

Bloody foreland
Rhesus negative cove
Mindscapes of that pure blind
Indifference to mankind
Loaded as a weapon
Where in the system is a virus
Retro

I thought the perfect metaphor
Like a powerful magnet
Would hold open the doors
Municipal doors

Lick horse, kick horse
He is tied in a field
He knows nothing
Of this antibiotic
Aroma of death
Like sugar on your breath

 

Gyroscope

Another planet in transit
A relative motion
Dynamo

Something made out of spinning glass
A coloured revolution
Something formed out of points of light
An orbital illusion

Familiar scientific formulae
Your placebo, your control

Stone me
Don't expect it to heal
Stone me
Don't expect it to yield
Stone me
Don't expect it to feel
Familiar

When you are left out of the book
When your name is erased
When you are left out of the book
You are a heretic
And the devil is in the details

Something made out of spinning glass
A coloured revolution
Something made out of points of light
Heretical solution

Familiar…
Stone me…
The devil is in the detail…

 

Alice

Somehow I am in this human memory, in a carriage tube of clarity from underneath the grass spinning in a mass of interposing light just tangents, I have seen the vestiges of life under lids, closing over the venial sins, the barbarous deeds that were never enacted, the passion, the practice, the entropy

Winding down, winding down

You know where I'll be when the next one hits
The world leads out from here, the epicenter
When the furniture, follows the rabbit, into the quickening earth, with a stopwatch
Given birth, given silence, the tiniest cry shouts in the quietest space
When you left, a the child with no face entered the world, carrying just what it needed
Removing excess you have to be ruthless
Somewhere an angel is reciting Euclid, and you see the geometry of light and the darkness is made whole
And you know, you know where you'll be when the next one hits
Winding down, winding down
Reducing noise, the hiss, the atmosphere, the world leads out from here

Where am I? I don't know where I am

 

Cobweb Theory

I hate these severed hands
I turn you onto me
Are you still into me?

I know it, I know it
It's out there
Nothing, waiting

I know it, I know it
I have nothing to say, nothing to say
It's all here

So will you take it off my hands
Please

I hate these severed ties
I turn you onto me

Are you still on two minds

I know it, I know it
It's out there
Nothing, waiting

I know it, I know it
I have nothing to say
It's all here

Does it ever cross your mind?
Can you remember not being?
Does it ever cross your mind?
This static fear

You should know that nothing is so close to everything, everything

No more lightning, no more tungsten
No more radium, no more fuselage

 

Star Country

Take my words, I will borrow yours
Between the substance of thought and the substrate of language
A voice was caught
That sings to me in my sleep

Reservation

This dreamed collective
Of a death ship and a death march
Sails across the proscenium arch
To touch that star

Reservation

On dry land
This savage savant was trained
I can reap and sow
I can drink and go crazy

Distilling image out of ether
Did I dream that we should meet?
Maybe

Take my words, I will borrow yours again
Distilling sound out of the ether
Did I dream that we should meet?
As the shore-lights of a harbour
And the search-lights of a fleet

Or as the night-lights of a plane
Your destination

Reservation

 

'Few Words' Is Better

If I made a film about life without you
It would only take minutes
If I made a film about life without you
I would crawl through my house

I would leave notes on my chairs
I would leave snow on the stairs
I would feel there

My eye is a camera
Swallowing light fields
Denoting absence

So take my photograph, take mine
Take my photograph, take mine

 

Mouth To Mouth

We weave a network of circuitous words
See the shadow on the lampshade
Looks like a hangman's hood

And I agree, I see but it's only another betrayal
Of my sense of completion

As I sing the body electric
Current conducted to earth
And when you leave 
I will be singing I swear

That is only the physical body with interior discipline
And the song has already been written, it is whole

The web of pulses will spell out your name
Until the wheel of generations comes around again

And now you see what will be, but it's only
Another betrayal of your need for confusion

Faded, escape with your life
Bright light of hope in your eye
White as the white in the sky, serenade

That is only the physical body with exterior weathering
And this song has already been written
For your soul, the serenade
And the path of light is leading you somewhere...
 
"As I sing the body electric" - Walt Whitman quote

 

Hut

Even dogs have souls
Even Gods grow old
Their lines tell stories
Sometimes unhappy
Some of them sing
I heard that faith is going for song these days
Seventeen million
Neighbour
You have expensive taste

Disconnect me I want to be left to grieve alone
I was there when God died
I stood by and said nothing
It's a strange song, the sound of chaos
Cacophony's creos
Inside, spheres collide
It's a fearsome noise and a subdued voice says
Stop, switch off

And your faith is pure blind faith
Even dogs have souls
Even Gods grow old

I'm not ready for forever
Are not good enough for replay
I want to stay a while where it's quite
Bed down and wait
For seventeen million
Neighbour
You have expensive taste

Give me silence, silence
All that I value now, it's all that I value

 

Unsung

Fall breaks with illness
Build up of tears for summer's ending
And all of the endings, ever

The shedding of leaves
Arboreal sorrow, roots are a channel
All is transplanted, again

And it always seems to me
It always seems to me, I'm winning

A store of vestiges
From many soils plumbed
Time is unyielding
This song cannot be unsung

And I'm never looking back
I'm never looking back
I'm never looking back

Lover

And it always seems to me, I'm winning...

 

Muff-Mania

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Short-Cut

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Jigsaw

Change of heart
Where ____ the people, prepare to steal
____ ____ ____ ____
Never to be told

 

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