1. |
Curious Music
01:28
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All by myself I have to go
With no one to tell me what I must do
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountainsides of dreams.
Try as I might to find the way
I can never get back by light of day.
Nor can I remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
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2. |
Sisyphus
03:36
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Sisyphus, Sisyphus
I’ll help you if I can
Put my shoulder to the boulder
But it will roll down again
And this is a great blue boulder
With millions of souls upon her
But if this is the way we roll her
Then it will all soon be over
Burn
We’re burning up
Drought
We’re drying out
Down
We’re going down
Into the toxic ground
Sisyphus, Sisyphus
Our fears outweigh our hopes
We’re waiting for our lives to stop
For the other shoe to drop
For the famine to begin
For the burning of our skin
Do you remember life
Under a merciful sun?
Now the ozone layer is gone
And we realise what we have done
We should have tried harder
To push up the boulder
We should have know better
And heeded the weather
And stopped wearing leather
And pushed all together
But we burn
We’re burning up
Drought
We’re drying out
Down
We’re going down
Into the toxic ground
It just takes a single boulder
To start an avalanche
We ignored our single boulder
And we missed our chance
Sisyphus, Sisyphus
I’ll help you if I can
Put my shoulder to the boulder
But it will roll down again
And this is a great blue boulder
With millions of souls upon her
This is a great blue boulder
Turning over and over
Round
We’re going round
Doubt
We’re dying out
Down
We’re going down
Into the toxic ground
That was once our own homeland
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3. |
Found Her Out There
05:08
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I found her out there
On a slope few see,
That falls westwardly
To the salt-edged air,
Where the ocean breaks
On the purple strand,
And the hurricane shakes
The solid land.
I brought her here,
And have laid her to rest
In a noiseless nest
No sea beats near.
She will never be stirred
In her loamy cell
By the waves long heard
And loved so well.
I found her out there
I found her out there
So she does not sleep
By those haunted heights
The Atlantic smites
And the blind gales sweep,
Whence she often would gaze
At Dundagel's famed head,
While the dipping blaze
Dyed her face fire-red.
I found her out there
I found her out there
And she would sigh at the tale
Of sunk Lyonesse,
And wonder at whiles
With a thought-bound brow
To the murmuring miles
She is far from now.
I found her out there
I found her out there
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4. |
Perfect Stranger
03:51
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I took a walk and saw
things I’d never seen before.
They’d always been there
I’d never realised
so I sat on the bench and noticed the air.
Well there you are,
a perfect stranger on the bench
said ‘we’re not stars’
a perfect stranger on the bench
said he counts cars
to while away the hours he’s got to pass
before the dark
wraps him up like mother
makes him feel
that nothing he has seen was ever real
just all dreams
bad dreams.
He wasn’t perfect
just perfectly unknown
threw a stone and asked me
did I know why he was there?
To notice every minute in an hour
to regress every night when he’s alone
and find that his flesh has disappeared
and he’s just bone
nothing but bone.
And bone turns to dust.
Well there you are
the perfect stranger on the bench
said ‘we’re not stars’
the perfect stranger on the bench
said ‘we have scars
unlike the stars.
We are not rocks
we are not light
we can be touched.
We are not rocks
we are not light
we can be touched.’
And those touches are not always kind
not always kind.
Funny what you learn these days in the park.
Funny what you learn these days as you walk.
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5. |
Hopkins Moon
04:18
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I have never felt so cold
In such a warm place.
You have never looked so bold
With your big, round, white face.
Silver ranges looming over my pages
A lamp pock-marked and glowing
Ever knowing.
It takes a little time to come to terms with this
A real life lunar apocalypse
That something we have gazed upon from afar
Could blast us all into fragmented stars.
The moon is approaching fast.
Some believe it will just be a graze
On the knee of a reckless boy
Some break windows and curse to the rain
Some dig down and return to the clay.
But I say, whatever comes of this
I have my manuscript
To light the dark after the cataclysm
My small wisdom.
It takes a little time to come to terms with this
A real life lunar apocalypse
That something we have gazed upon from afar
Could blast us all into fragmented stars.
The moon is approaching fast.
Then the hurricane comes and takes your house
Then the flood rushes in and fills your mouth
A ship in the meadow
Feathers in the air
The moon is there.
The human race
Puts blood on your silver face.
So please have a care for what you do with your time.
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