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Your Breath On My Glass
05:41
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Five o'clock morning light, streams of forgetfulness
Nothing and no-one to see
In numbness the day begins the winter is drawing in
Wrapping itself around me
I am a symptom of myself there is no course for me to take
I'd be the first to throw a stone but there are some things you can't break
Now I look on my life with an eye for the details
It seems like a series of rooms
All filled with memory’s sepia image there's one that I keep just for you
It is a symbol in a sense serves most of all just to remind
The way you watch the things you love, the way you let them pass you by
They get blown away, they get flown away, they get thrown away
But you still kept this strange appeal
And stayed real
Through all these years though you disappeared and I'm still here
Thinking about you, always you
Well love is a great reminder
Can't see the future, it's hazy and vague
Not as vivid and real as the past
Like you look at the things you crave but somehow they seem to stay
Obscured by your breath on the glass
I am a symptom of myself there is no medicine for me
There are no promises to break there are no secrets I should keep
They get blown away, they get flown away, they get thrown away
And you still kept this strange appeal
And stayed real
Through all these years though you disappeared and I'm still here
Thinking about you, always you
Well love is a great reminder
I think of you
I've kept your room in the state it was left
The out of place things of a guest have become mine in turn
Will be yours on the day you return
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2. |
Little Lightbulbs
02:20
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Faced with the daily fear of what's to come
She waits with her little box until it's done
And in her room the candles burn away the time
Their flames reflected by the glass that shimmers
Amongst the shadows
We fill the whole room with little lightbulbs
The moon and attending stars fill up the sky
And soon she can see enough to close her eyes
And as my love becomes accustomed to her life
I see her everywhere in glass that mirrors
Amongst the shadows
You'll find the whole world in little lightbulbs
And as my love becomes accustomed to her life
I see her everywhere in glass that mirrors
The glass that shimmers
We fill the whole world with little lightbulbs
To keep the light from going out
Little lightbulbs, they keep the light from going out
The light from going out
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3. |
Forbidden Fruit
02:27
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Welcome to my bedside fable
Relationships are far too stable
Every morning I wake up alone
Girls who press me don't impress me
Those who won't simply depress me
But it's the latter to which I am prone
I've got someone else's woman on the brain
And that someone else keeps getting in my way
These days I avoid the process
Of approaching those of interest
I do nothing, I watch and I wait
But if there's one thing driving me mad it's
The allure of what I can't have
Is there a reason I'm always too late?
Well I've got someone else's woman on the brain
And that someone else keeps getting in my way
When what you have seems dour
Forbidden fruit looks sweet
But it can soon turn sour
If it's not yours to eat
I've got someone else's woman on the brain
And that someone else keeps getting in my way
I've got someone else's woman on my mind
There's always someone else before me every time
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4. |
Personal
03:09
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Take a look at yourself, well
Deeper than underskin
See where the world begins
And try to break through
You once knew your way around
Now everyone's gone to ground
And left you alone, so
Wrapped up n what you've lost
In seeing you count the cost
But do you see yourself, well?
No-one will pester you
Suitors won't dress for you
Or fall at your feet
But I can see your selves play hide and seek
I will watch you lose yourself to sleep
Now there's nothing but time
Try breaking the looking glass
See how the days have passed
Reduced you to dust
Sure as the rain always
Brings rust and pain and defeat
And no-one to see
But I can see the memories you keep
I will watch you cry yourself to sleep
My love
Sleep
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God loves an honest man
And we all have to meet our maker in the end
And if things aren't quite what I planned
Well nothing much in this life can make sense
But if pain is all you get from life
You soon decide that that's what life's about
We'll flick through my childhood years
Because I never really lived until my teens
I soon found a friend in fear
It was the one thing I was good at, the girls screamed
And if power is all you want from life
Then weakness will attract you
So I'm pleased we had this chance to meet
You know I don't get out that much, I don't have friends
But time's short and experience has taught
That all good things in life come to an end
Once by chance I met the one
You know it's strange she looked a little bit like you
My heart leapt but my soul stayed numb
Somehow I knew exactly what to do
One crack and there's no going back and nothing can distract you
If power is all you want from life
Then weakness will attract you, well
I'm glad that we've had this little chat
You know I don't get out that much, I don't have friends
Your time's short and experience is bought
And the price of life is knowing it's to end
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Come with me overland to the sea
Where soil becomes sand
Not a face to be seen any place
Just you and me here
Hear gulls cry to see the harbour lights
On the dunes running free with the moon
The warmth of the breeze
In our hair on our skin way out there
The tide coming in
Each wave dies to see the harbour lights
Lying here screwed out of focus
No words could begin to describe
This other life
Here I love you like no one before you
Here I breathe you as if you were air
And I feel you in everything I do
My centre, my lover, my prayer
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6. |
Albertine
03:17
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Like a bad penny in my pocket
Love keeps on coming back
And there's no shelter form the pain
I do my level best to stop it
But I don't have the knack
See here it comes again
Oh Albertine
When I'm with you I hear angels singing to me
How can I resist the calling
Our time in Balbec must be fleeting
Soon you're going home
Out of sight and out of reach
The fates conspired to force our meeting
Now you've got to go
And I'll be left alone to comb the beach
Oh Albertine
When I'm with you I hear angels singing to me
How can I resist the calling
Oh Albertine, when I'm with you I become you
Stay with me I need you to be near
Oh Albertine
When I'm with you I hear angels singing to me
How can I resist that calling
Oh Albertine, I've been given what's forbidden
Albertine, I think you should stay here
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There was a moment
Something was over
You were a face that was long gone
I was alone and
Watching form windows
Dirty old railway
October Sunday
Nothing but waiting
Counting the magpies
Then it was falling, falling, falling
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8. |
The Last Of My Line
04:09
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I know you dance the night away, is it in Tresor or Club UK
I don't know where the beautiful go, I was hoping you'd show the way
You throw the cake and we fight for crumbs, connoisseurs of bass and drum
And We'd kill to procure you your pill, to be there when the milkman comes
And we dance to the beat of our hearts
At this speed I'll be the last of my line
And you see, though I suffer for art, I need a little more time
Need a little more time
In a cheap art bar, the cheap art set
With their talking wine and French cigarettes
Have got used to this form of abuse as the best that they'll ever get
And they dance to the beat of their hearts
At this speed they'll be the last of their lines
And you see, though they suffer for art, they need a little more time
Need a little more time
We take a taxi through the night, shadows in electric light
I don't know where the beautiful go
But You never find them outside
And we dance to the beat of our hearts
At this speed I'll be the last of my line
And you see, though I suffer for art, I need a little more time
Just need a little more time
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9. |
Eversfield
03:48
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Out of the endless ways to make an exit
I guess I always knew that you'd find one
You stopped at the store to buy cigarettes
And smoking at the wheel
You said goodbye to Eversfield
'Haven't you a home to go to', asked the angel
'Isn't there someone waiting up for you?'
She couldn't see the hole you have blown in my soul
Well I've kept it well concealed
But the pain runs through to Eversfield
Most of my time these days is spent not living
Life is a thing I watch on my TV
I'm scared of the heart where my memories are
And of what they might reveal
There's no escape form Eversfield
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10. |
Padded Cell
03:19
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There's a buzzing in my head
No beginning and no end
In sight or sound in mind
And the trail lights come and go
In a never ending flow
Of white, red, white sodium glows
This world will repeat forever
No change, always the same
Always staying the same
And high above the town
From my window looking down
I catch the drift of life
All the people seem so small
In the ambivalence of it all
Up there the satellites
Look down on us all forever
They see deep into me
Deep inside me
In my padded cell
I'm as safe as a dream
But just outside my door
The world is still at war
I hear them crack and scream
Seems like I'll be here forever
This fear keeping me here
Keeping me right here
In my padded cell
I'm as safe as a dream
Outside walls of neon keep on spelling out our need
You can have it all I never want to leave
My padded cell
It's as safe as a dream
Keeps me from the world
And keeps it from me
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11. |
A Last Supper
02:32
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Tonight the portents seem more than right
That's why you're setting the table
Like Cain who slew Abel
Thus burning his bridges
Outside the kids dream of taking flight
To faraway places
But you're packing your cases
And burning the tickets
While you've still got some time
Smoke a cigarette, drink some wine
Let the moment sink in
At least you can't change a single thing
As if it's been written
For a while the omens have all been clear
You've been dreaming Pavese
And your tea leaves show plainly
An obvious pattern
Outside a car pulls into your drive
You hear a faint footfall
Now your heartbeat's a drum roll
That knows what will happen
There's a knock at the door
It's the one you've been waiting for
You remember your lines
And all the cues come in right on time
As if it's been written
So close you can see what you think you saw
And it's as you'd expected
So you know what's projected
The whole premonition
As though it was written
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12. |
New National Anthem
03:31
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We live near the sea
In splendid isolation but with satellite TV
And we are happy
We have almost all we want for materialistically
Though we'd like to be
A little better off than most we're a typical family
And we do ok
Where's the harm it's paid for after all?
It's a good life my advice to one and all is
Save yourself
When the best is over
You only need to be mediocre
We get away twice a year for sunshine
But we're glad when we get home again
We have little to say
We don't believe in anything we only know what we're against
And that's ok
Where's the harm in indifference, after all?
It's a good life my advice in case you fall is
Save yourself
Now the best is over
You only need to be mediocre
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13. |
Tommy & Brenda
02:55
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Tommy and Brenda met in a squat
One Berlin September believe it or not
It was love at first translation which happens a lot
In a place where the world stood off
We suffer together the strangers malaise
Our perspicuous splendour is crumbling away
We might know the noun but not what it takes
So we all use the same stock phrase
'Ich bin ein Berliner, echt, ich wohne dabei
Am Osten, in Prenzlauerberg, ich finde es geil'
We put on our accents and dust off our tales
If you talk and dress loudly it never fail
'Cause The strange is attractive, the familiar is stale
Through the smoke and the Augentrail
'Ich bin zwar ein Ausländer, nicht dasselbe, na und?
Eben, es gibt für uns ein zukunft,
Mein heißersehnt einer, mein alles ist Du
Ich bin wo du bist und ich träume mich Dir zu'
Tommy and Brenda well they tied the knot
A reception like bender was held in the squat
It helped me remember what I almost forgot
That love makes the world go round
Grüß Gott
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14. |
Still & Wishworlds
15:35
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Well it took me right back when I saw you out there
With your smile in his eyes and his hand in your hair
To the summer we stole from the reaches of life
I wanted to call out but froze
So I sat on the monument steps and watched you both go though
I still need you
Well the day became evening and I
Watched the sun sink through the trees
If I said you were the love of my life
Could you? I don't think you'd believe
When I think of you now I imagine a scene
At the start of it all when we were both happy
With a future that held an impossible love
Did it slip through our fingers somehow?
Well you only get one chance at life
And it's never enough, 'cause
I still need you
I still want you
I still love you
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You found me, now find me
You saved me, now save me
You held me, now hold me
You freed me, now catch me
When I would sleep in the blue sea
I dive deep into you eyes
When I would wake up in heaven
I make my bed in you smile
When I would hide from the whole world
I lock myself safe in you heart
You chose me, now choose me
You kissed me, now kiss me
You loved me, now love me
You broke me, now heal me
When I would sleep in the blue see
I dive deep into you eyes
When I would wake up in heaven
I make my bed in your smile
When I would hide from the whole world
I lock myself safe in your heart
When I would fly with the angels
I throw myself into your arms
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Voice Of The Rain Horsham, UK
Faute de Mieux
1980s, 1990s, 2015.
Mainly of an acoustic bent but known
to wind up the distortion on occasion.
The further adventures of one half of the duo are linked to below.
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