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The Ramanujan Blues
09:18
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The Ramanujan Blues
I could mistake this for a dream
The Gods know I’ve had enough of them
But I’m sane enough to realise
That it’s a vision this time
And It’s changed the path that I must forge in this world
From now on
Those runes imprint them selves on me
What was once obtuse and hidden
Is revealed for the world to see
Order creates the Chaos, that is not hard to understand.
But the chaos journeys past our own horizon;
Beyond comprehension
Only Past the point of no return
Does the wonderment of all come into fruition
Out beyond the maelstrom of anarchy
Even chaos clings to the prow and prays to her Gods
For mercy
And that salvation comes when we can see:
That simple order that is manifest in you,
And in me
Transcendence is a circle:
Forged in visions clear
The journey homeward can be a journey on, or you turn around.
But only one takes you through the fire
And you cannot forget the burning light
You can never forget the burning light
You can never forget the burning light
You can never forget the burning light
You can never forget the burning light
You can never forget the burning light
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2. |
Your Blue Eyes
06:14
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Your Blue Eyes
I remember when;
I was old enough to drink,
I was old enough to smoke,
i wasn’t old enough to care.
I saw you there,
In the basement of the night
I think I tried to pick a fight
And you found me all alone
Well your blue eyes
Well they hit me just like a stone
Well they hit me just like a stone
And they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy
Well they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy
Your blue eyes
Well they hit me just like a stone
Well they hit me just like a stone
And they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy
Yeah they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy
On the dawn
Of the next new year, again
Running 'round without a care
Then we jumped in the car without our clothes on
Making for the horizon
Singing the sweet songs
’til the break of the morning
With only us going on
It was then
That I finally found a spark,
That I knew that life was for living
Not a celebration of the dead
Of the dead
Of the dead
Well your blue eyes
Well they hit me just like a stone
Well they hit me just like a stone
And they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy.
Well they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy.
Well your blue eyes
Well they hit me just like a stone
Well they hit me just like a stone
And they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy.
Well they brought me back from the edge,
The edge of crazy.
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Living Like The Lightning (Waking Like The Rain)
Well my hair's a little greyer
I ain't getting any better
If anything it's turning me around.
My thoughts are getting darker
And the time is getting shorter
‘tween The Monster and The Man who keeps him down
You’ve become a shelter,
When it used to be a pleasure
And the mothers and their daughters are now game
I used to be a dreamer,
But you can’t dream without slumber
And my body is beginning to show the stain
Life is running rampant
But the dead they are directing
And it's pulling me apart
At the locus of my heart
It's too soon for lamenting
And it's too late for relenting
When you're like the lightning
(And waking like the rain)
Well the calls are getting closer
To the point where I now fear
And the consequences chase me round and round
And they echo in the corners
Of those broken nights and mornings
And they wake me with their everlasting sound
There is no sense of pleasure
We're apart but your together
And the time and light Is ripping me in two
So I'm sinking in a stupor and a slumber
And awaken
Waiting for the song thats past its due.
Life is running rampant
but the dead they are directing
And it's ripping me in two
And I don’t know what to do
It's too soon for lamenting
And it's too late for relenting
When you're like the lightning
(And waking like the rain)
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Eastwards! To Les Invalides
Well I know the truth, and it shall be my demise,
It was the Devil who did form this world
He did it with his hands, on the hours of the first morn
He took his purest memories and he burnt them down
He blessed it with the form of the breasts of his first love,
And with the courage of his last love
But all true love was caught amongst the thorns.
And so it is for evermore.
All I'm left with is a whisper
And all I'll leave you is a whisper,
This slight of hand will leave you a disbeliever
The truth is nothing but a whisper
All the crusaders to the last commuter train
From platform ten at Victoria Station in the rain
They all had their tickets stamped by The Divine.
They were promised a straight and peaceful line
As the fire and the brimstone from their bags explored the day
And the insides of them all was painted on the fray
The Archangel sighed then as his watch it had unwound
For when it did, he knew what was going down
All I'm left with is a whisper
I cannot dream beyond a whisper
This slight of hand will leave you a disbeliever
The truth is nothing but a whisper
All I am now is a whisper
And All I'lve done remains a whisper
And all that returns is a whisper's whisperer
And when I’m gone there’ll be no more whisper
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5. |
Ghosts Can Come In On Me
04:29
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Ghosts Can Come In On Me
Ghosts can come on in to me
I’ve got plenty of space to lend them time
What was that fine mess you got us into?
Through the lights of San Francisco when we nearly died
Those City Lights they almost dragged us down:
Rack near the Panhandle Shoulder,
Catching drippings in a Champagne sink you know
You're way out of time, I think
Now you're living it up, living lone
And turning into 'The Light That's Always On'
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
Grand Complications now chime the hour
Glances gone are best intoned
But move when you and I are alone
What was it that we’ll never know?
You've dissapeared your into The Void
And Im trying to find that thing undone
Oh sweetheart know, you have won
That's why we all are losers
When you are gone
Jump on that ladder you crazy castaway,
Go pretend that it don’t matter,
In LA I’ll find disaster
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
True roses have their thorns
And all love is pain
The Jack's the diamond mine
And your bullets always find the brain
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6. |
Snow at Ryōan-ji
05:31
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Snow At Ryōan-ji
Snow at Ryōan-ji
Silences the world
But not the wind amongst the walls
Alone
For the last time
Oh I feel this moment,
Will not ever come again.
And it's so much colder,
Than your bones are born to bear.
And your little scarf,
Will not keep this out for long.
And then I break
And I realise again
There's a place that's for the Dammed,
And there's a place that's kept for me.
All you pretty ones
With your eyes closed
And your luscious lips
Just waiting to be warm
You cannot feel, what is coming down
There’s a monster in us all,
There’s a monster in us all
And now:
That coming greyness
It’s turning us into things
That i know we cannot see
Here at the the walls, of Ryōan-ji,
I’m certain now our little raft
Will not make it back to shore.
Simple men
With their dreams burnt down;
They drum the wars
And are burnt to their cores
Once you get a little piece of it
Well then you yearn for it
The taste of blood becomes The Lord.
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7. |
The Gone Wild Blues
04:50
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The Gone Wild Blues
Well that door's a wound
And my heart's a liar.
So I keep running round
With these cold, cold chains
All the pretty girls wanna know my number
My number's up I tell them all the same
The Mystery-Train has passed me by
It's making it’s way,
For the daily commuter
I'm sitting here, by the computer
Waiting for the phone to ring off-the-dial
(I've been waiting for a while)
(I've been waiting for a while)
I stroll online, and I see you there
You’re hanging your life up on the line
I'll make believe, with you for a while
That your my style
That I’m your kind
Baby-doll pout, with a womanly body
Wearing nothing but nothing
‘cept that look in your eye
Keeping your distance, but asking for something
All for nothing
There’ll be no reply
Posting pretty pictures, of you your bed
I've gotta know you,
I want to knock down your door
Posting pretty pictures, who are they for?
Is that at question anymore?
So now my lights out, and I’m done dreaming
You're probably sleeping,
I’ll wake up alone
Your soles are clean
But my soul is broken
Won’t be nothin’ worth keeping
When I am done
When I am done
When I am done
When I am done
Oooh, When I am done
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8. |
Ramsgate/Naoshima
07:06
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Ramsgate/Naoshima
Tears, little ribbons twisted running in the rai
When in pain, she says:
“it's neural, it's neural,
it's neural, it's neural,
it's neural, it's neural,
it's neural, it's neural
I cannot control, the things I do
No, I cannot control the things I do!
There are timeworn when I feel that everything around me’s real
But there are times when I feel where my body cannot feel
And I am nowhere near where I need to be."
So I say:
“Lay easy, for tomorrow we are free"
And in sleep we return to palace's of our own
But I remain afraid of where she finds herself in the morning
Well the tide is now King round here and he takes command of all!
At the wall below us, the young ones cease to be
And the world out there is a picture in the frame
Of sea and blue,
The Sea and The Blue,
The moving sea,
And The Blue
The Sky, the Sea, and The Blue
Like a Sugimoto,
Standing on the point in full view
A year ago-
February in the rain
That’s when I first heard The Ocean scream your name
But my ears are shot, so I don’t know if thats true
And if its is, anyway then what are we to do?
So what is left? What remains here for us two?
It’s the shred of a scent
It’s the Red, of the deepest darkest hue
Its the ghost ships in the the darkness,
It’s time arrow, that we can't undo
It’s the ridge-line in the mist,
The avalanche that’s due its fall
In the blackness of that room
Brings the Nothing,
Then the Revelation calls
The time and the silence,
Oh the waiting
Is the price for pay for all;
'til I'm pierced by The Archer:
Stretch, I am here to wait with you
So keep on hanging on, hanging in,
'til we have broken through
So keep on hanging on, hanging in,
'til we have broken through
So keep on hanging on, hanging in,
'til we have broken through
So keep on hanging on, hanging in,
'til we have broken through
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9. |
The Farebetter Blues
04:32
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The Farebetter Blues
You know she's gone away
She's gone away
She's gone Fifty miles down the highway
She's walked on out the door
She's gone and took my baby
She's gone and she took my home
(oh-oh)...
You know I've been hurting lately
I've been hurting lately:
There's the burn marks on her shoulder
There's the blisters on her thigh
There's the bruise-marks on her body
There's a cut above her eye
(oh-oh)...
Oh send down a plague of locusts!
Oh send down a plague of blood!
I don't wanna hurt nobody
Nobody but my baby
Nobody but my baby
Nobody but my baby
(oh-oh)...
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The Killing Words London
My mind is an ashtray
Filled with coins-
But an ashtray nonetheless
Dreams of avarice,
dreams
of returning to the fold. Dreams
of St. Francis of Assisi- out there all alone
Naked within the wilderness,
vision well-sprung bittersweet
bearing down on the bottom of the barrel-
But dreams of avarice nonetheless.
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