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Lyrics
Below are a selection of lyrics from assorted songs...
The Mariachi
All the debris floating / Is when the planes take flight
with all the workers voting / to work away their lives
to every glass raised toasting / to every home in sight
to those who can't help thinking / there is another side
All the people meeting / from equidistant paths
when every hand your shaking / blends in to the last
when there's a fear of waking / when there's no end or start
for every daylight breaking / there is an equal dark
Keep order, don't change it
Draw borders, don't claim it
Set outlines / Choose partners / State what you are after
Reach heights but drop faster
For all the target shooting / for every loss or win
for every ball kept rolling / there is a change within
for all the fear of moving / for every word worn thin
when all this adds together / That's when the change begins
Spatial Awareness
There's no sense of spatial awareness / Bumping in to every obstacle on course
You break a formula that's tried-and-tested / keep coming back, coming back for more.
Keep telling myself it's not like me........and I've forgotten more than I thought
A life that's lacking in simplicity..........is much better I'm sure
Tell tales of liquid splendour / tell tails of glorious falls
take pride in downward spirals / revel in revealing it all
tell tails of liquid splendour / tell tails of glorius falls
take pride in downward spirals / revel and reveal REVOLVE REVOLVE.
The Colour Red
Get a sense of history repeating
Knowing I've been here before and I will be back here again
knowing when the time is right for leaving
When everything is said and done, you'll look back on the benefit
Draw the hand - Move it anywhere
Paint the town - Use the colour red
Slow me down - Take in what's happening
Through the crowd - We'll move full steam ahead
Further on it feels like it's forgotten
When everything just seems to pass at a rate that's neither slow, nor fast
Make the smallest steps in the right direction
A million other things to grasp, but you blink and it's gone in a flash
Pedestrian Thespian
Closer up, closer up, there's imperfections
All the figures turning back to front
A stroke of luck, a stroke of luck...
..is all we need to throw away the blissful ignorance
Reason will pack no punch in this case
Such vague intentions / Loose directions
Feet all tap in time as songs are played
Hidden treasures / Guilty pleasures
An hour left until the end
There is a point when you'll fall in time
With your surroundings
Understanding that you'd give anything to extend your night...
...no matter how hard you might have to try
Repeat the Process
From left to right we move towards the epicentre of a universal course
We're punching numbers, picking holes
Facing delusions grandiose
You're packing your bags, unearthing the past - it's over
Stick to the plan 'cause no one's getting any younger
It's harder to watch all the years as they slip through your fingers
It's time to let actions speak louder than words
Repeat the process start again
MY GOD! I think I'm losing the will to live
See my patience growing thin
From all this happening again / again / again
We're waking up!
Statuettes
New lifeline for us
words turn to dust
and chandeliers to statuettes
be cut off from the world outside us
and friends who seem like silhouettes
They'll be waiting still...
And I'm tired
I'm tired of hearing the same things ringing round and round again
I decided
I decided to shed the cause of all the noise and lean towards the quiet
Be cut off from the world outside us
And float to insignificance
Just like statuettes
I've decided.
Sail Back to Sleep
Packed to the rafters...
with natural disasters
Safer in bed...away from distractions
It hit once / it hit twice...no response
you shook it off with confidence
it sharpens it's knife with nonchalance
and whispers, and whispers
Sail back to sleep
just for once
ordinarily there'd be no response
Time is elapsing
the country's collapsing
we're switching it all off
to gauge the reaction
Summer's gone, the race is run for you
summer's gone, autumn is overdue
Fluidity
You're seizing up on me / lack of fluidity
losing light in the evenings
made the compromise / others prophosize
in the statistics you're reading
was the best of times / was the worst of times
highlights the frigility of modern structure lines and the need to stabilse the very air that we're breathing.
It carries on, it's like hammer & tong
we're holding out through the winter
It's drawing out - this all will soon be over...
Imaginary Lists
Playing out scenarios of your desire
in here it goes to plan (just like it should)
Imaginary lists are ticked as you require
for a second I was sure I'd done all I could
But...what's building up inside - will all fall down
The moment passes by....as you have your doubts
In the state of in between the thoughts convene
and stay with you throughout the day ahead
all that's said was said, but comes around again
with all the thoughts you thought you'd put to bed
Drop the Bombshell
He walks / unknown / towards this moment
In his mind the nails all move in slow motion
Enjoy the drama of the surrounding reaction
Drop the bombshell and walk away with conviction
The weight is lifted now it feels so much closer
He returns to the spot marked by 'X's (infamous)
now it's clinging to him, gripping it his heels wherever he walks (synonymous)
Now the pressure's off, he seems to talk so serious...
it's like a key component's gone...
Now the weight is off, his shoulders sit much steadier...
and there's no doubt he could be wrong