Now We Have Light - Lyrics
Desolation Song
Plain to see, this scene before Watching me walk through the door
And drifting by in good time He makes the tea, makes neat the grime
It’s basically a tale The telling of a story Settle down and this will pass the time, and so if you don’t mind We’ll take you to a room where Don is brewing tea And trying hard to see how many more profusions he is able to extract before the light turns black
It’s basically a tale The telling of a story Consider it a way to pass the time, and so if you don’t mind We’ll take you to a room where Don is brewing tea and trying hard to breathe, and steady the confusion So he is able to relax, before the light...
Drastic Attic
We used to throw things away No thoughts to spare for their usage on another day.
Then on contriving A space not depriving Our need for preserving our tat...
A drastic attic...
A head peeping up through the door Eyes looking down onto something never there before.
Don’s head is reeling Upon his revealing A strange way of dealing with cats...
A Drastacattic, a Drastacattic in a Drastic attic there’s a Drastacattic.
Some things are always meant to be, so be it.
Unaware, he’s taking part in these contradictory occurrences.
Then on retracting the steps off the landing a thought comes upon him for why, some things are always meant to be. So be it.
Unaware, he’s taking part in these contradictory occurrences.
He’s wondering just what the hell this thing is meant to be?
Out Of Mind
You never know just what you’ll find that’s out of sight and out of mind
That calls on me to act upon and realise a way to right these wrongs.
In a million years you’d never guess how the pieces fit and all seem to coalesce
Just sifting through the odds and ends, you hit upon the way to make amends.
Sweet serendipity! A stone cold epiphany bestow on me a much needed certainty. I won’t say “a little undeservedly”.
A simple fact I neglect, speaking now in retrospect, concealing myself in the dust what was I thinking?
Here I come!
Chat Show
The simplest way to describe what is lighting up the night’s sky is rotatory fur! It spins through the air. We buttered their backs, no we have light! No we have power!
We need some suitable air, to lift us out of despair. To vanquish the smoke, and illuminate our daily routines. Don’t you agree? Can’t we agree??
That something is not quite wholesome about this institution. So listen to my lament. Make sense of what I’ve said.
There’s someone in the government who doesn’t want this to become public information.
Derision
Dealing with being derided by those who I confided in.
Hoping my claim would prevail. Their wanton abuse was unfurled.
Dealing with bolting from the failure of the outing.
I’m dreaming of butter and fur.
My idea was starting to purr.
The edges begin to blur.
A simple fact I neglect speaking now in retrospect: people here are hard to trust – what was I thinking??
Here they come!!
On The Beach
Coming to holding my head.
A screeching whistle in my ear.
What the hell happened here?
I’m laid out on a shingle bed with pillowed sheet of steam and smoke
Wait a minute! Something’s happening.
The strangest feeling.
Every corner i’ve been turning leaves the sensation of before.
As evolution splits the atom, I’ve been forced outside of the door.
All at once I’m on my feet.
Kicking pebbles down by the shore.
I follow the rail’s laid as track - a train has past, but now disappeared behind a bare rock wall.
End of the Line
Awoken by the hiss of steam. A pinch denies it’s all a dream . A way to breach and then redeem
There is no fear of the other side No illusions – it’s the final ride, the message is left loud and clear
Every vestige made to disappear Contemplate the ending...
Play the fanfare, hear the sound of brass. Celebration cut with broken glass, the message is left loud and clear
Tear and fracture, smash and commandeer and contemplate the ending
Say goodbye, ascending higher.
All those years and all this time just a prelude to the End of the Line
You’re not the giver, you’re not the hand that feeds. You’re just the terror that’s never to recede. Your message is left loud and clear
All those years and all this time just the prelude too this unhinged and hare-brained scheme, imperfect crime,to get this mission done, the final setting sun
And look around to see... (second time: and look ahead to see the end of the line)
Forgotten English summer day. The water glistening in the bay with swooping gull and crested tern, parading up above and unconcerned
For movements on the shore, with nothing left to answer for. The figurine moves up the track and past the point of turning back
A way to breach and then redeem. A space where once a factory gleamed
The Gusty Forest
Slowly come around and start creeping through the door
Surreal botanic shade that wasn’t there before
To change right to wrong, with up descending down
Just hits the final nail...
Time flies by like bubbles in the park
Closer to the ground and then higher than the stars
So wrong to ride, just above the house
Has memory gone stale?
Hot on my heels – lordy lord!
No, I can’t see the good of the deed anymore.
Catch hold the mast on a wet and stormy day
When sun shifts to moon I start to lose my way
I seem to be on another beach
And quite beyond the pale
Hot on my heels - lordy lord!
No, I can’t see the wood for the trees anymore
Cog’s guiding hand leaves a sign in blackened sand.
Settle Down
When you were young
And bedtime was due
You'd grab for your book
To be read to you
Settle down
Simmer down
Were you sitting comfortably?
Did you believe
It could have been real?
A thought we retrieve
A spin of the wheel
It's saying there's nothing wrong
Solution will carry on
Been wondering all along
Just what's happening to Don
You're falling in time
You're losing your touch
Abandon the climb
It's all been too much
Just settle down
We'll simmer down
'Till we're sitting comfortably
Still saying there's nothing wrong
Expected this all along
Surely there's nothing wrong
With what's happening to Don?
