Monday 1 June 2009

Oh, and just for completeness...

The album lyrics need and online home, I'd like it to be here!

Discussions later this week.

Moved as mountains, dreamt of by the sea. I’ve got the sun, she sleeps right next to me, I’ve got the stars kept in a hollow shell and we met the kids who fled from cities to the soil, and flew from Arizona to the shores of Italy, to find a cure for all the curses that are dreamt up by the sea. Witch, Nun, Beggar by what name do you feel whole? We’re swimming up now sugar, it’s in your eyes, I’m swimming up to meet you caught in the tide, I met the mountains they were sworn to comply, I swam the depths and I found diamonds in their eyes. This is forever music. This is the stolen life. Give it time, give it time. These are the stories of dead men, these are the days of do or die, forgiveness seems a mile away and distant from your home, but you must know that you will never die alone. Not die alone.


Bright lights. Bright lights, drifting in-front of me, heave up all the tar in your bones, good luck with that apology, never choose how you go. Got raped, dangled in-front of me, got raped now they’re phoning your home, good luck, with that apology, never choose how you go. Gold from tin, you can’t tell the difference. Can’t you see all you need are different rules? Can’t you see that all you need, different bones? All you do is fucking complain ‘bout being thrown to the wolves, keep in mind the vermin you fear have all been wearing kid gloves. Fuck dreaming. Dead eyes drifting in-front of me, red eye is a sign that you’re done, passed out in the back of an ambulance, maybe they’ll take you home. All you do is fucking complain ‘bout being thrown the wolves, keep in mind the hopes that you have will all be better of lost. Get ready. Float me in a barrel down the river. Turn your bright lights on. Bright lights, drifting in front of me, heave up all the tar in your bones, good luck with that apology, you never choose how you go, the way we go.


Knees, Toes, Teeth. Fucking new romantics, it’s only rock-n-roll, this is our religion as heaven we’ll never know. No, I’m not delivered. Architects as militants, architects as crystal bones, metal hearts as oil cans, metal shoulders, knees and toes, in the spaces in our teeth lie the weapons of our youth, bring them down without a sound, bring them down and burn their towns. Fucking new romantics, it’s only rock-n-roll, this is our religion as heaven we’ll never know. No, I’m not delivered. I’m not delivered at all. We all kneel down at the feet of the sound. I was born an hour glass, now I’m skinny as a rake, I was born with silver spoons but I’ll die without a care, but that’s cool. . Fucking new romantics, it’s only rock-n-roll, this is our religion as heaven we’ll never know. No, I’m not delivered. I’m not delivered at all.


Canyons of Static. Those marks around your neck, They’re not letting your body go, I know its crawling through your fucking body, We know we’ve gotta let it go. My love, my skin is getting thicker, my lung, my heart is getting blacker. Cancer towers ahead and it’s not letting your body go, there’s no escape or release or reform, we know we’ve gotta let it go. My love, my skin is getting thicker, my lung, my heart is getting blacker. You know I walk like you, talk like a good son should. You know I scream like you, scream as a good boy should, to let a good thing go. It’s over. I’ve got a feeling daddy I don’t know, what I’ve started, what I need. Let it go kid, it’s over. It’s over.


Split the atom. There’s a shadow on the bodies of the kids that we all grew up adoring. Can you whisper, can you stutter, can you breath whilst the smog climbs through our mountains? This is bleeding us dry, this is cutting us up, we’re the kids who see the world as an empty cup, with a death note and a black stare and a pardon from a government that doesn’t care. We sleep, our locks are picked apart and analyzed. Here’s your weapon, here’s your secret, here’s the pieces of the puzzles you have hidden. Here’s your money, here’s your gun, here’s the funeral you’ve earned only son. Well we’re all drinking alone, we’re all singing a tune, we’re the kids in the blacked out hospital rooms with the lights on, and our eyes shut as the bricks and the timber fall around us. We sleep our locks are picked apart and analyzed. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up the damn phone, there’s a chance we’ll make it tonight. Run on, run on, run on, this is an island not a tomb for the likes of you and I. Yeah we’ve got the pigs skin, yeah we split the atom, yeah we lost the one good thing we made. Yeah we’re drinking alone, yeah we’re singing a tune, we’re the kids in the blacked out hospital rooms, with the lights on, and our eyes shut as the bricks and the timber fall around us. See that bitch swing, fucking treason. Split the atom, split it.


Neptune. Put me to sea, raise the flag on my eulogy, put me to sea, better off with the waters deep. Raise the flag, raise the flag, Tell the preachers the sky’s gone black. Salt the earth, raise the trees, tell the preachers there’s nothing left of me. I’ve been carved from stone and rock, they chip right into me it’s fucking pitiful. I was saved when I met these guys, they chip right into me it’s fucking true. Put me to sea, raise the flag on my eulogy, put me to sea, better off with the waters deep. Here’s the future they have sold us, clean, safe: It is nothing to be proud of, coal burns beneath us and rots. We’ve got charity, we’ve got motor oil. There’s no substitute for that hope, you’d better drop to your knees. These are the songs of the molten lava, this is the whinging of the galley slave, this is for souls with their homes divided, for the fathers who don’t know their kids. This is the home for the broken hearted, this is for the passing of the bright idea. Sleep at the bottom of the sea.


Nobody likes a hero. It’s just a common cold, brought on by a lack of trust ,it’s just a small stone hanging from an iron cross, it’s just a black mark picked up by a fucking nurse, we walk away, walk away like it’s not our fault. Can’t see, mouth fills up with tar, black tar, if only you could see. I can’t see it, my mouth fills up it’s just that we’re dazzled in the homes of the magistrates. Tongue, whip, gold, no choice, we’re dazzled in the homes of the magistrates. Can’t see it, my mouth fills up with tar, black tar, if only you could see, we’re dazzled in the homes of the magistrates, we’re dazzled in the homes of the magistrates, we’re dazzled by the magistrates.


Running on empty. I’m dead in my mother’s eyes, this band barely keeps me alive, this band is the source of all my troubles, all worries. This battleship has struck the tide, it’s sailors thrown up on my side, black water flows through all I know and all I know is burials. Oh! No future? I’ll risk it. At least the risks we take are as a unit. When all we’ve got is pride, my futures upped and died, I’ll cherish every second we’re together. I won’t remember all the starlight in your skies, I’ll just remember all the black tar round your waistband, we pushed the bodies in the lake but it’s a train wreck, we never tangle with the weak. No future? I’ll risk it. At least the risks we take are as a unit. When all we’ve got is pride, my futures upped and died, I’ll cherish every second we’re together. When all we’ve got is pride, my futures upped and died but god it left a corpse so pretty. Cherish every second with you.


Fed to the Ocean. Whale bones, small stones, flags waving in the hands of the broke and homeless, dig deep, dig fast, we’re screaming for the kids that’ll finish last. This is the sound of the worthless drunk’s son, these are the cards of a vulture culture, this is the sound of the right place wrong time, this is the mark of a victimless crime and... Our limits, will be our killer but I’m bored of being afraid, so much for the kids that never quit. I won’t regret it, I won’t forget it, these are the days were the good die undiscovered, This is a cause won’t be fucking bought, not the ones buying. Dead hearts, false starts, clean the oceans while the whales sleep on their backs. Fall hard, fall down , dig the tunnels while the worms sleep undisturbed. These are the towers of the kingdoms falling down, this is the sight of the queens blood drenched crown, this is fall of the kings we’re killing now, this is the mark of a fingerless town and... Our limits, will be our killer but I’m bored of being afraid, so much for the kids that never quit. I won’t regret it, I won’t forget it, these are the days were the good die undiscovered, this is a cause won’t be fucking bought, not the ones buying.


Good Old Fashioned Loss. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in. I’ve been here many times close to tears. We brought a bunch of reserves, I’m scared the earth won’t keep, Safe, warm, shrouded in the dark. We bought a shed load of coal: my family home. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, we bought a bunch of reserves, I’m scared the earth won’t keep. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, I’ve been here many times close to tears. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him in, I’ve been here many times close to tears. I want to see the beauty in the world, I want to feel a kinder guiding hand, I want to see the world as Jesus Christ or Ghandi, or Buddha, Mohammed, whatever. And it’s done, the message is the message is a fraud and it’s done, the question is which question you are asking is a dud. And I’m just a mannequin with your love tacked on and this is all a failure from the moment that you’re gone. This is all I’ve got from the moment that you’re gone. I need to see the health return to you, I need to see forgiveness in your eyes, I need to let you know that you’re the only shining light that keeps my view of heaven as unnecessary slums, and this is all just a failure from the moment that you’re gone.

Christ its been a while.

Well, its been 4 weeks and I guess that should mean that this blog is a riot of stories from the road, stories from the far-flung wells of the imagination, tales of the cities and the great lakes, of mice and men, from hudson to hillock, dark as the night is long, light as driven snow, blah blah blah...
In all honesty of late, I ( and we ) have been doing the odd show and waiting, fucking waiting for our record to come out and finally it has, today infact, June 1st of 2009.

And I'm aware that this now looks like a further promotional tool for said album but in all honesty I should be packing a bag for the show in London tonight and the show in Paris on Wednesday and I'm just sitting in-front of the computer expecting...well...I don't know what I'm expecting, Something of note anyway. Any one else every get that? feeling like somehow the world is looking at you in a different way? I felt in when I got married last October for about 3 days and then acutally, in all honesty,my wife and I are still the same people. I think its the same situation with this, and I reckon most bands who care about their work and their music feel it too when they unleash something else into the world, and get all wide-eyed and a bit boggly "THIS IS MY TIME MOTHERUCKER!!!!".

Maybe I should be ontop of some shopping centre with a rifle picking off civilians, isn't that how its meant to work? Is that the only way you can make an impact these days, or just go down the Green Day route and tell everyone that your record WILL not MIGHT change your life? Or indded with Green Day they believe they already have! Imagine the power.....send me your PINs and Credit Card details my children.

Ahem.