1. |
Across A Desert
05:06
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I came to see what life was like
On this side of the ocean
But fear and terror had scorched up the land
The heralds were silenced
And all the whistles muffled
Rain was dry / Rain was dry / Rain was dry
A leafless tree stood like a scar
On this side of the ocean
Worms and blue snakes slid their way away
The birds were silent
And all the flowers had withered
Rain was dry / Rain was dry / Rain was dry
I walked ablaze
Across a desert
My life was spared
I do not know why
The truth is
I do not want to die
I came to see what life was like
On this side of the desert
I groped my way out of this dark cell
Geared up to kick from this bottom low
With my heart slit open
I left behind the darkest soul
The battleground of butchered hopes
And filled my eyes/ Filled my eyes/ Filled my eyes
…with a little love
I want my girls
I want my boy
I want my love
To know how grateful
I will ever be
For what I receive – For what I’ve received
I will ever be
For what I receive
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2. |
Dear Memory
05:30
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The tide has turned
Dear Memory
Vessels through my veins
Full of pictures and metaphors
The tide had turned
Dear Memory
Vessels through my brain
Full of pictures and metaphors
Brightly coloured cells
Brightly coloured cells
The moon and man and the solar system
Mood and mad and the Living’s anthem
An ill wind is blowing
Dear Memory
The breeze the gale are both full
Of fragrances and smells
Is it a God-sent winter’s scent?
The moon and man and the solar system…
A meadow, wood and the Living’s anthem…
The poison’s gone
Dear Memory
Discovered the sources were
The well-less desert is alive with songs
Oh, things to say!
The moon and man and the solar system…
Meadow… wood… Living’s anthem…
The vortex here – intoxicating
The vortex here – intoxicating
The vortex here – exemplifying
The cortex here
The poison’s gone, dear Memory
Discovered the sources were
The well-less desert is alive with songs again
Oh, things to say!
A woollen lame and the scholar system
Sallow faces: the living anthem
Phrases conjuring up brightly coloured cells
Brightly coloured cells
Brightly… cells…
Brightly…
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3. |
A Space Opera
06:30
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Space is a vacuum
I
I think I have seen the darkest hours
A soul can meander through
John of the Cross waved to me
But I did not
I did not take heed
I did not listen
‘When you see a flicker,’ he said,
‘Grow timid and shy,
Wriggle through the eye of the needle.
And he’ll be lighting your way
He’ll be lighting your way
He’ll be lighting your way.’
Space is a vacuum
SPACE IS A VACUUM
SPACE IS A VACUUM
I looked up so high but I was so wrong
All I had to do was carve out
Carve out some inner voice
The pain is worth some gold
Such gold
Can fill your heart
Fill your soul
Quench your thirst
You must feel this void
Feel this void
Let Him fill it to the brim
Spirit gold
Fill your heart
Fill your soul
You must feel this void
Feel this void
Let Him fill it to the brim
I
Looked up so high but I was so wrong
All I had to do was carve out
Carve out some inner voice
The pain is worth some gold
To the brim
Looked up so high but I was so wrong
Eye of the needle
All I had to do was carve out
Carve out some inner voice
The pain is worth some gold
To the brim
Eye of the needle
Eye of the needle
Eye of the needle
To the brim
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4. |
Newfound Land
06:16
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I am speaking for you
I am speaking to you
If Joyce alludes to the body
And Donne writes of love
Oh, comfort
Just a little comfort
We say we share and swear but need a little shove
I am speaking for you
I am speaking to you
Rust-coloured leaves to rake
And light an autumn fire
Alleviate
The pain
Go and fan the flames
It changes who we are
Time to rule out ‘forever’
Time to sprout up solid roots
Time to rule out ‘forever’
It changes who we are
“And mark this...”
There is a song for every day
And “I, too,” sing Armorica
My newfound land
How blessed
How blessed
How blessed I am
In (this) discovering thee
“Me am eus ur feunteun / E-barzh kornig ma jardin / Eno ma ven kavet / Deus an noz hag ar mintin
Eno ma ven kavet / Atristet gant ar glac’har / Soñjal ‘barzh ma mestrez / A zo aet an douar…”
“And mark this...”
It changes who we are
Time to rule out ‘forever’
Time to sprout up solid roots
Time to rule out ‘forever’
“And mark this...”
“mark this...”
It changes who we are
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5. |
Today
06:08
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Today
I've wept all my tears
Today
I've said all the words
I can't get rid of the silly phrases
I can't get rid of the silly phrases
I always quote
And everywhere wrote
The Heavens are peaceful
I am feverish
I cannot reach the holy parish's breeze of happiness and safety
Cemented values and closed eyes
A ready-made grave is more convenient
If you can't be saved why should money be?
Why should money be?
Money be?
Today
I've wept all my tears
And I have nothing else to do
I might take a book and read
If I still remember how to...
Life is too long to be happy
Cynicism is playing with my soul
Torturing the atom
Blowing up the world
Dreaming of a nuclear bomb
Living in peace in a bleeding world
Living in peace in a bleeding world
Living in a world without a word from you
Did I ever tell you how much I hated you?
Who on earth are you?
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Talk To Me Darling Caen, France
After a couple of decades of friendship and musical collaboration TALK TO ME DARLING is coming to you from Western France. It has been intended as both an intimate and universal journey drawing on a variety of deep and beautiful works meandering from pop to ambient post-rock. We hope you will enjoy it. ... more
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