a face outside the window pane,
however did it come to this?
A man who ran: A child who cried,
a girl who heard, a voice that lied.
The sun that burned a fiery red.
The vision of an empty bed.
The use of force, he was so touch.
She'll soon submit, she's had enough.
The march of fate, the broken will,
someone is lying very still.
He has laughed and he has cried,
he has fought and he has died.
He's just the same as all the rest,
he's not the worst, he's not the best.
And still this gazelles murmuring,
the babbling that I brook,
the seas of faces, eyes upraised,
the empty screen, the vacant look.
A man in black on a snow white horse,
a pointless life has run it's course,
the red rimmed eyes, the tears still run.
As the fades into the setting sun.
A NEW MACHINE – PART I
I have always been here,
I have always looked out from behind these eyes.
It feels like more than a lifetime,
feels like more than a lifetime.
Sometimes I get tired of the waiting,
sometimes I get tired of being in here.
Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been different?
Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
Do you ever get tired of being in there?
Don't worry, nobody lives forever,
nobody lives forever.
A NEW MACHINE – PART II
I will always be here,
I will always look out from behind these eyes.
It's only a lifetime,
it's only a lifetime,
it's only a lifetime.
SORROW
The sweet smell of great sorrow lies over the land.
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking.
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise,
he's chained forever to a world that's departed,
it's not enough,it's not enough.
His blood has frozen amp; curdled with fright,
his knees have trembled amp; given way in the night,
his hand has weakened at the moment of truth,
his step has faltered.
One world, one soul,
time pass, the river roll.
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication,
and silent replies that swirl invitation.
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea,
a grim intimation of what is to be.
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night.
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight,
and silence that speaks so much louder than words,
of promises broken.
The division bell ‘94
‘94
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
As you look around this room tonight
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Do you want my blood, do you want my tears
What do you want
What do you want from me
Should I sing until I can't sing any more
Play these things until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please
What do you want from me
Do you think that I know something you don't know
What do you want from me
If I don't promise you the answers would you go
What do you want from me
Should I stand out in the rain
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me
You can have anything you want
You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water
Anything you want
You can own everything you see
Sell your soul for complete control
Is that really what you need
You can lose yourself this night
See inside there is nothing to hide
Turn and face the light
What do you want from me
POLES APART
Did you know… It was all going to go so wrong for you
And did you see it was going to be so right for me
Why did we tell you then
You were always the golden boy then
And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes
Hey you… did you ever realise what you'd become
And did you see that it wasn't only me you were running from
Did you know all the time but it never bothered you anyway
Leading the blind while stared out the steel in your eyes
The rain fell slow, down on the roofs of uncertainty
I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me
And did you know…
I never thought that you'd lose that light in your eyes
MAROONED
Cover design Storm Thorgerson
Sculptures by Aden Hynes…
A GREAT DAY FOR FREEDOM
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the way the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warms, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change, that even with regreat, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away… slipped away
WEARING THE INSIDE OUT
From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognize I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word… overrun
Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much
I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darknes with an empty smile
I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all awry
I'm wearing the inside out