1. |
At Me
02:57
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2. |
Business Trip
02:40
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3. |
Moor
03:17
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The glow of the city hangs over the moor
There's smells in the air like I never knew before
In the city they're sleeping or watching TV
There's nobody up here except you and me
We cut the chain on the gate
Came up on the moor to uncover our fate
Your head is resting on my shoulder
As we watch the satellites passing over
The lights of the city are twinkling below
A million homes but no place to go
The wingbeats of birds you don't see
Are the fanfare announcing a new way to be
The fog's getting thick and the city has gone
We're alone for the night in our bleak empty home
The welcoming bog will be our wedded bed
We'll sink to the bottom and lay down our head
Morning will come and the fog disappear
No-one who passes will know we were here
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4. |
I Eat With Strangers
03:29
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5. |
This Story of Yours
01:54
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6. |
Scatter the Ashes
06:59
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we’ll scatter the ashes
on the sodden ground
today we’ll sow the ashes
where they’ll float on the mud
what can grow from this sodden ground?
from a life without warmth?
of greed and bitterness?
we’ll scatter the ashes
of the hard-hearted crone
we’ll picture her smile
that did not cheer
her grasping claw
her constant scorn
what can grow from the ashes
of a life of spite?
in a thousand years
a single twisted shrub
with no green sap
dry branches like bones
a hard black wood
that does not burn
a bitter fruit
black and wrinkled
on which feeds hate
we’ll scatter the ashes
as the rain falls on and on
end of a life so sour
even its end can do only harm
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7. |
Emerging
03:57
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The army’s come to town,
Their tanks are all around,
They’re in position.
They won’t tell the Press,
Much to its distress,
About their mission.
Meanwhile the fence posts shift
And the sidewalks lift,
The roads are cracking.
Far beneath our feet
There’s a mighty beat.
It’s time for packing.
We’re not waiting for,
We’re not waiting for,
What’s emerging.
Saw him on TV,
It was plain to see
His power was frozen.
While the pundits screech
And the preachers preach
About The Chosen.
And in the blogosphere
There’s a viral fear
And markets tumble.
And in the secret shrines
It’s the end of time
And prayers are mumbled.
They’re all waiting for,
They’re all waiting for,
What’s emerging.
The beating of its heart
Will tear the land apart
The planet’s shaking.
At the mountain’s root
There’s a growing shoot
And something’s waking.
We’re all waiting for
We’re all waiting for
What’s emerging.
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8. |
In the Eye
07:13
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I would like
You to look
Me in the eye
In the eye
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9. |
The Archer
03:15
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The Sun is heading south
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Towards the gaping mouth
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
We pray it will fall in
Fall in! Fall in! Fall in!
And never rise again
Fall in! Fall in! Fall in!
Glossy liars love sunlight
Eternal night would be so right
(repeat)
But the Archer lets it loose
For shame! For shame! For shame!
The Goat will pull it north
For shame! For shame! For shame!
The longer days will come
Boo-oo! Bo-oo! Boo-oo!
Our hopes are all undone
Boo-oo! Bo-oo! Boo-oo!
Glossy liars love sunlight
Eternal night would be so right
(repeat)
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My home town was bathed in evening sun
Folks were all outside having fun
I took my baby for a ride
Down through Main Street, out by the East Side
We slowed and stopped at a red light
Waved and greeted Mr and Mrs Arkwright
Then a giant lobster's claw came crashing down
Snatched my baby and scuttled off across town
(CHORUS)
That lobster is my enemy
It stole my love away from me
I'll track it down, I'll smash its shell
I'll send it straight to lobster hell
I'll track it down
I'll smash its shell
I'll send it straight to lobster hell
I scrutinise the details of my life
Why did I deserve to lose my wife?
What streak of bad, what fundamental flaw
Merited the giant lobster's claw?
In a town like ours there's lots that's out of sight
Lyin', cheatin', hurtin' in the night
A tower of sin that's like a lightning rod
Pulls down a bolt of punishment from God
That lobster is my enemy
(etc.)
Now all you guys who are out for a ride
With your beautiful lady by your side
Don't feel too safe and smug in your home town
YOUR giant lobster's claw might come crashing down
Where did it go, where is its lair?
It took my wife and vanished in thin air
Is she dead or, maybe worse, alive?
Captive queen of the giant lobster's hive
That lobster is my enemy
(etc.)
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