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Beautiful Country (Rough Mix)
Track #00 - Soundcloud // By: David Sylvian featuring Joan Wasser, Parker Kindred, and Fred Cash
(one, two, three, four)
Her mind slept well
At high altitudes
All the way through Boulder
With the stupas pointing skywards
Like true believers
In crystal blue
The last of empire
December late
Such a sweet decay
And we drive all night
‘Cause empires live long this way
Yeah we drive all night
And sleep by day
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
Joy grows from her fingers
Her native hands
Long roots burrow down
Into her stomach spilling the air out of her lungs
It’s the sharp end of the joyful life
You fell upon
The petals white
Veins are blue
She’s filled with wonder
At the life within her
And the sight of you
At her own translucent heart
And the sight of you
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
She’s been playing her games
I was Billy the Kid
Changing the voice I’d been calling out with
We’re losing our weight
Growing up thin
She stole the face of the lord so I won’t recognise him
But it’s all good, yes it’s okay
We wouldn’t have it any other way
Made our bed gonna lie in it
Watch the suns go down on the horizon
Way up in the pink hills
They’d drained the pool
The sand flies buzzing
And the desert sun split us in two
It was an inland sea
Bombay Beach
We were near narcoleptic
And the fireworks died with their heads down in the sand
This is your land
And soon your land
Will by my land too
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
She’s been playing her games
To keep herself in
I’m changing the voice I’ve been calling out with
We’re losing our weight
Growing up thin
She stole the face of the lord now I won’t recognise him
But it’s alright, yes it’s okay
We wouldn’t have it any other way
Made our bed gonna lie in it
Watch the suns go down on the horizon
We’re setting up camp
Far from it all
Where the dirt roads rise
Behind the strip mall
Remove ourselves
We got nothing to give
Between the earth and stars
We’ll find a place to live
Dustbowl diving
We ride the curves
She’s railroad happy
And the longest trains
Hammer through
With their headlights blazing
For you
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
It’s a beautiful country
What a beautiful country
Ba da dum dum dum ba da da da
This track briefly appeared on Soundcloud with an explanation from David Sylvian.
Do You Know Me Now?
Track #1 - Do You Know Me Now? // By: David Sylvian
And if you think you knew me then
You don’t know me now
As the ground rose up to meet me
I kissed your mouth
You wore your boredom like enamel
But I tuned you out
And if that brought us to our knees
We laughed all the way down
I prized my daddy’s ring from my hand
And I made her a bride
We grew a flower in the desert
We grew terrified
We were one, not one and the same
Something was lost somehow
And if you think you knew me then
You don’t know me now
The planets high above you
Spun in houses of their own
You were dropped and hit the ground running
But they failed to lead you home
And if you think you knew me then
Do you know me now?
I drew a child inside a wound
Justify myself
I stole the face of joy
A perfume of worth
I atomised the boy within
Before he cut himself
You found the blood upon my clothes
And then washed it out
And if you think you knew me then
You don’t know me now
There were children, in the classroom
Who wrecked it, without a name
There were hornets in the heads of cattle
That vibrated to the sun
You cried wolf
I tracked one down
And let it in
There were lambs
Sure there was blood
There were psalms to sing
You could just see the bone jut out
Penetrate the skin
Did it dispel beyond all doubt
The mess we’re in?
You raised your head
I stared you down
You still don’t know how
And if you think you knew me then
You don’t know me now
I was happy
Satiated
I was satisfied
still sorting this one out, it will be fluctuating for a bit.
never quite happy with; “Who wrecked it, without a name”
Nothing is Happening Everywhere
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: LAND (feat. David Sylvian)
I’d woken in a garden
Where metal crawls the shoulders
Of dividing walls
I’d woken in a garden
Where metal divides
All mighty and small
So I’ll never know you
Oh dunces are frightening
When fists are flying
They’re terrifying
So I’ll never know you
I’ll dig, but I’ll never find you
Nothing is happening everywhere
So I’ll never know you
I’ve run across cities
In which you’ve permission to cower
Relinquish your hold
On the vestiges of power
I’ll dig, but I will not find you
I’ll dig
No desire for elegance
To say nothing of meaning
What a pitiful, pitiful, feeling
Your efforts are futile
When did we become so very
Brutal
I’ll dig
I’d woken in a garden
Nothing is happening everywhere
So I’ll never know you
the full song is streaming on soundcloud
Where’s Your Gravity?
Track #15 - A Victim Of Stars, 1982-2012 // By: David Sylvian
Baby’s
Putting on her makeup
Her mouth is
Swollen as a rose
Countdown
She wraps her legs around him
Weightless
She’s taking off her clothes
Candy
Colours in her pocket
Bright children
Hiding in their rooms
Soft talks
Spread about her pillows
Self-annihilation
Couldn’t come too soon
Where’s your gravity?
Where’s your mind?
Share your thoughts with me
Waste my time
Slowdown
Nothing’s gonna save you
Ice cream
Dripping from your spoon
Oh, but come now
You’re always telling stories
Barefoot
Walking on the moon
Wake up
And someone’s bound to tell you
Your pretty
Face has gone to hell
So find them
Something you can trade with
Handmake
Something you can sell
Where’s your gravity?
Where’s your mind?
Share your thoughts with me
Waste my time
Where’s your gravity?
Where’s your mind?
Share your thoughts with me
Waste my time
30 second sample @ davidsylvian.net
Many Names
Track #00 - Many Names // By: Thomas Feiner
Allies
And friends
You sure travelled
By many roads
Bastards
And foes
You sure travelled
By many names
Brand me love
Scar me life
The sun goes down
For everyone
The sun sets on everyone
Blessings turned beasts
Left me careless
And unaware
Curses turned gifts
I was struck down
But I could rise
Scar me life
The sun goes down
For everyone
The sun sets on everyone
And I climb
And I fly
Coming round
Under the sun, may
The sun sets on everyone
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The Last Days of December
Track #12 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: David Sylvian
What shall we tell them?
A honeymoon as brief
As a walk in the park
What shall we tell them?
When they ask?
And they’ll ask…
Could you not see another way out?
Was the place without sun?
Was it furnished in black?
With the ache of the gas-oven
There at your back
The death angel paces
In boredom and waits
It shrieks from dark corners
Undermining your faith
What shall we tell them
When they ask?
And they will ask…
Could you not see another way out?
Where were the cape and the coastline?
The wonderkid’s sunshine?
Your sanity shattered
And climbing the walls
Wet towels at the floorline
Stuffed under the doors
And the powder-black wings
Left you blind
The last days of December
Are the loneliest kind
In the mess that you made
There was no pause for thought
Cause the lies that I told
Were the lies that you bought
There was no place to find you
Nor you to be found
In the margins of books you were reading
There are stages to grieving
That won’t let you down
Where was the coastline?
The wonderkid’s sunshine?
Under northern skies
Anonymous and free
Your nightfisherman pushes a boat
Out to sea
You’ll surely meet yours
Though his faith is unsound
There are stages to grieving
That won’t let you down
Anomaly At Taw Head (A Haunting)
Track #10 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: David Sylvian
Not such a brutal man
But we couldn’t save him from himself
Gunslinger, rifle sights to the eye
Anomaly At Taw Head
Track #06 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: David Sylvian
Not such a brutal man
But we couldn’t save him from himself
Gunslinger, rifle sights to the eye
Cold blooded, only a mother could love him
Time to concede defeat
Make for the other side
A Certain Slant of Light
Track #05 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: Emily Dickinson
There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘tis like the distance
On the look of death.
I Should Not Dare
Track #03 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: Emily Dickinson
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because — because if he should die
While I was gone, and I — too late —
Should reach the heart that wanted me;
If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They “noticed” me — they noticed me;
If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I ‘d come — so sure I ‘d come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, —
My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning’s sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
Died in the Wool
Track #02 - Died in the Wool // By: Words: David Sylvian
Is this how they’ll find her?
Pale blue frock coat
Snagged full of needles
Belly full of sunshine
And what will they do without him?
Now she’s gone
What will they do without him?
The sheep on the hill
The herd in the darkness
Startled by thunder
Gathered for safety
They dressed her in wool coats
And what will they do without him?
Now she’s gone
What will they do..?
The hair that was blonde
Is matted and brown
The heft of her body impresses the ground
Softened by rainfall, soaked right through
The lightening sky in the darkening blue
And what will they do, now she’s gone?
Give her your shoes boy
Lend her some threads
A fine line of linen stripped from your bed
What’s with the face, child?
The smaller the bird the closer it stood
Coming still closer from the edge of the woods
In the down of the den six hearts lie beating
The ground softens up
And welcomes her in
You’ve been gone so long honey
Where have you been?
You’re destined for better
Surely nothing so cruel
What was unwritten
Died in the wool
The hair that was blonde
Is matted and brown
The weight of her body impresses the ground
Softened by rainfall, soaked right through
The lightening sky in the darkening blue
And what will they do, now she’s gone?
Is this how they’ll find her?
Last ounce of courage
Face full of sunshine
Five Lines
Track #06 - Sleepwalkers // By: David Sylvian & Dai Fujikura
Five lines
Five lines
With which he marked time
Five lines flared from the ovens
He pulled the ribbons from their hair
With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother
Songs for the end of time
Five lines
Return the birds to their singing
The sun fell, should we leave it to the foxes?
The sun fell from the sky
Leave it to its wits and its devices
The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag
Buried deep in the forest
And that’s where he felled it
A blow to the head
That left it unconscious
Nothing further was said
We’ll set a place for him
We’ll set a place then
For he had tried
Blood, bone, feathers to the sky
Even in flight
Nothing could have spared him
Five lines
Five lines flared from the oven
Five lines with which he marked out time
Leave him for the foxes
Leave him for the foxes
sample download available here
The Department of Dead Letters
Track #08 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
[instrumental song, Sylvian on electronics]
Manafon
Track #09 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
There’s a man down in the valley
Who doesn’t speak in his own tongue
He bears a grudge against the English
The tune to which his songs are sung
There’s a man down in the valley
Who is moving back in time
It’s a physical ascension
You can watch him as he climbs
The farmer’s wives are at their windows
They’ve seen him wind his way for hours
They tell the kids to lower their voices
And pretend that they are out
There’s a man down in the valley
Trying to stop time in its tracks
His boots lie heavy on the grasses
But it keeps on pushing back
And his wife, she was a painter
But now she stains the altar black
He’s out bird watching on the islands
And she wishes he’d come back
There’s a man down in the valley
And he dreams of moving west
Of battles raged against the furies
That might see him at his best
There’s a man down in the valley
Don’t know his right foot from his left
Don’t know his right foot from his left
Emily Dickinson
Track #07 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
She was no longer a user
Don’t think she realized we knew that
Not one to make a fuss
Why this and not something else
Wasn’t it obvious?
She made such a hash of it
You can’t help but notice
And a absence of tenderness
And who wants to live like that?
And friends turn their backs on her
She no longer a user
And she wanted to stay home
With a box full of postcards
And no place to send them
Live like Emily Dickinson
Without so much as a kiss
Or the comfort of strangers
Withdrawing into herself
But why this…
And not something else?
Snow White in Appalachia
Track #06 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
Half-life
She moves in a half-life
Imperfect
From a place on the stairs
Or sat in the backseat
Sometimes you’re only a passenger
In the time of your life
And there’s snow on the mattress
Blown in from the doorway
It would take pack-mules and provisions
To get out alive
There were concerts and car-crashes
There were kids she attended
And repeat indiscretions
For which she’d once made amends
Then there’s ice on the windshield
And the wipers are wasted
And the metal is flying
Between her and her friends
She’d abandoned them there
In the hills of Appalachia
She threw off the sandbags
To lighten the load
As soon as the sun rose
The keys were in the ignition
Following the tiretracks
Of the truck sanding the road
There had to be drugs
Running through the girl’s body
There had to be drugs
And they too had a name
And the adrenalin rush
Had left her exhausted
When under the blue sky
Nothing need be explained
And there is no maker
Just an exhaustible indifference
And there’s comfort in that
So you feel unafraid
And the radio falls silent
But for short bursts of static
And she sleeps in her house
That once too had a name
125 Spheres
Track #05 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
And when it appeared
It was a flaming book of matches
A hundred and twenty-five spheres
On a parquet floor
The Greatest Living Englishman
Track #04 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
Here we are then, here we are
Notes from a suicide
And he will never ever be
The Greatest Living Englishman
It’s such a melancholy blue
Or a grey of no significance
Plastic coated surfaces
A space to place his suitcase
As it’s passed [bussed?] from A to B
But it’s such a melancholy blue
The curtains round the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices from the ward
The humming of machines hurt
But there are distances between
Yes there are distances between
His aspirations visited him nightly
And amounted to so little
Too much self in his writing
Now he will never, ever be
The Greatest Living Englishman
The engine shifts into second gear
They’re all aboard, accounted for
It’s a journey he must make alone
The black sheep boy is leaving home
It’s been rehearsed a thousand times or more
He’s well prepared of that he’s sure
But still it’s such a melancholy blue
As he erased a page of history
Much as he’d intended to
He wouldn’t speak or show you he was happy
Though you’d meet him with your eyes
There was a wall that always stood between you
He’d shut himself outside
And the love that he engendered
Would never be enough
For him to feel alive
Warm and tender
He’d shut himself outside
Not a fake or a sham
But dug in deep and fighting
The world could not embrace a man
With so much self in his writing
And he was never gonna be
The Greatest Living Englishman
He had ideas above his station
Minor virtues go unmentioned
Little England you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the genius of others
He said
“To conquer the world is not to the trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face”
A grey of no significance
Random Acts of Senseless Violence
Track #03 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
Under yellow light
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse
Gives meaning to
All that was previously hollow
To a soundtrack of sirens
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
First of the morning
Is leaving the station
Our reckless sun rises
On the tip of the iceberg
Hidden in plain sight
Still alive and full of surprises
A generation gone soft
Over new acquisitions, that can’t take the edge off
I’ve put away my childish things
Abandoned my silence too
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence
The target’s hit will be non-specific
We’ll roll the numbers play with chance
All suitable locations unplanned in advance
Someone’s back kitchen, stacked like a factory
With improvised devices, there’s bound to injuries
With improvised devices…
No phone-ins, no courtesy, no kindness
And the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence
And it’s not just the boredom
It’s something endemic
It’s the fear of disorder
Stretched to its limits
And the safety of numbers is just a contrivance
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence
Democracy is very…
Democracy is very, very…
The Rabbit Skinner
Track #02 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
Who’ll do for him
Child of the fifties
With no common sense
No easy resting place
Only lichen on beaches
Oil on gun barrel
And the hard taste of pennies
A gardener’s folly
Stands as proud as you please
The lungs won’t fill, the heart won’t start
Landlocked child of the seas
And he alone, is a man without qualities
Combed his body for disorders
But the disease lived on in far-off quarters
As a God everything was filled to excess
As a man he settled for less
Here lies the rabbit skinner
God love the rabbit skinner
A life without purchase, no story to tell
And three little bitches fight where he fell
Foxes, foxes, give her a sign
Enter the little girl, and show her what’s mine
Play hard and fast with the rules if you please
Here lies a man, without qualities
Small Metal Gods
Track #01 - Manafon // By: David Sylvian, et al
[background chatter in unknown language]
It’s the farthest place I’ve ever been
It’s a new frontier for me
And you balance things
Like you wouldn’t believe
When you should just let things be
Yes, you juggle things
‘Cause you can’t lose sight
Of the wretched storyline
It’s the narrative that must go on
Until the end of time
And you’re guilty of some self-neglect
And the mind unravels for days
I’ve told you once
yes, a thousand times
I’m better off this way
I’m better off… this way
Where’s my queen of hearts
My royal flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
My suicide, my better days
There’s nothing I regret
I’ve placed the Gods
In a Ziploc bag
I’ve put them in a drawer
They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time
So I’m evening up the score
Small metal gods
from a casting line
From a factory in Mumbai
Some manual labourer’s bread and butter
And a single-minded life
Small metal gods
Cheap souvenirs
You’ve abandoned me for sure
I’m dumping you, my childish things
I’m evening up the score
Jacqueline (acoustic version)
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: David Sylvian
The big man came and took the sun away
And replaced it with one of his own
There was no room for sharing
Just nurse and care for him
Fill his shoes with concrete and stone
Oh Jacqueline, Jacqueline
Things are getting harder
There’s only now ‘til the end
And nothing in-between
Keep his children from his door
Protect the one that you waited for
You can’t breathe when his eyes aren’t on you
Though you may feel the bite of his tongue
The back of his hands, you’re not the only one
And it’s his and he alone will do
Oh Jacqueline, Jacqueline
Things are getting harder
There’s only now ‘til the end
And nothing in-between
[oohs]
And when you wake, you wake to the same day
The one where your Mediterranean sky turned gray
And you withdrew into the shadow of you
And while asleep, you’d lose his name
And the footsteps of one defiantly sound the same
So you bolted the bathroom door and flew
Oh Jacqueline, Jacqueline
Things can’t get much harder
Only now it’s the end
Thermal
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: David Sylvian & Arve Henriksen
Morning, you lay sleeping
Your small body clinging tightly to mine
With frightening dependency
Life defining, Impossible to betray
And with that….
The mattress rose
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide
Colliding with the once stationary objects
Of an uninhabited life
What had been concealed
Was exhaled from god knows where
Colour-drained, unsalvageable
Shape shifting
And, with function relinquished
Resigned from service
Two blue sleeping bags
Nudged against one another
Bearing the once warm imprint of our bodies
The sun-baked stone garden
Retracted its promise
It was cold in that place of perpetual summer
If you were afraid you didn’t show it
You who were born bearing the face
Of irrepressible grief
So as not to disappoint you
I lay motionless
Rapt by the rise and stall of your breathing
Your fingertips and thighs
Quietly affirming my place at your side
Before and Afterlife (Cartography)
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: David Sylvian & Arve Henriksen
We started in the suburbs of smaller cities
and as we followed the nomadic call
Our nobler instincts led us further from
Society’s center, westward, to a cabin hoisted
Aloft on faulty foundations far above the Napa Valley
Where the rain soaked earth shifted beneath us and trees caught
Like kindling smoke clouds ripening
In a vintner’s sun
But part of us refused to follow
Material distractions beckoned, rallied
Snagged we’d return to the cities on day trips and long weekends
Self-aversion, anonymity found only in
The midst of bricks and mortar the
Hustle of strangers
We were worldly people after all
But the haze of the rural, the agents of pollination
Clung to us, sparked like hayseed halos in the western sunlight
No one let on they’d noticed
But we saw, we knew
I watched my parents as they stood in a crowded Euston station
Up fresh from the country, suitcases at their sides
Waiting on my arrival, illuminated
In an otherwise sea of grey
Not of this world
We were tempted back repeatedly
Until the lure of the cosmopolitan (at what point)
Lay beyond reach
We moved east, into the forests and the mountains (moving)
Where life’s desires tore us apart (we moved hard into the building)
How cruel to find oneself alone at that altitude
At what point did the fear of numbers set in
And the recognition of internal isolation place us outside of belonging?
But then wasn’t that always the case, weren’t we simply
Allowed to forget?
On Temple Mountain I threw down a rope that others might follow
No one came
Get the Hell Out
Track #02 - Money for All EP // By: Nine Horses
Get the hell out
Honey, it’s your birthday
Find a motel and book yourself a long stay
Find a safe house
Far from this location
Take some good advice
Get ye to the station
When he finds out
You know you’ve got it coming
If you survive this
Girl you’re really something
Get the hell out
Caroline, you’re breaking my heart
But I remain unchanged
And yours, yours was the saddest face
I would never… you know…
Caroline, Caroline
I would never
Get the hell out
Get the hell out
Get the hell out
Get the hell out
Money For All
Track #01 - Money for All EP // By: Nine Horses
Wanna step on through?
Can I check that bag?
Is there something inside here
That could help you relax?
Did you find something
You were looking for?
Freedom has it’s price now
Wanna buy some more?
I’ll take that coat
Remove them shoes
Should a guy like me
Be afraid of a man like you?
All change, all change
Wipe your nation’s shame from you
It’s not where you’re born
It’s the things that you do
Money for all
Money for all
Revolution, socialism, read it in the rag
There’s a gun at your head, put the money in the bag
Money for all
Have you tried this game
When you’re feeling tired
Keeps you entertained ‘til your card expires
So you missed the broadcast, (or) do you feel the same?
Only someone said the city’s gone down in flames
In our name
All change, all change
Let gasoline fumes fill the air
Let’s show that mother how much ya care
All change, all change
Wipe your nation’s shame from you
It’s not where you’re born
It’s the things that you do
Money for all
Money for all
Hey there soldier, who’s your concubine?
With a trigger-happy finger and a nicotine flame
She’s a diamond mine [darlin’ of mine]
All change, all change
Let revolution fill the air
Let’s show that monkey how much ya care
Money for all
There’s a mean looking elephant pounding at your door
It’s dining at your table
Sleeping on your floor
Money for all
Money for all
Revolution, socialism, read it in the rag
There’s a gun at your head, put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
Angels
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: PUNKT feat. David Sylvian
High in the architecture something’s moving
Unrecognizable spirit, dislocated
It’s the wrong climate, no humidity
Humming humidity
Its phase belongs to another time, another place
Projections on falling masonry, ghosts of a once pagan place
Standing empty, I stand empty
Dead echo, dead echoes don’t come back
It stopped, cut-out: ‘fuck you’
Nothing ever happens, unbelieving, no one’s receiving
A vessel filled, held, and spilled: nothing
A trace from another time, another place
It’s simple, you don’t exist, can’t possess me
You lose on a technicality
High in the architecture something’s moving
Nothing
Exit/Delete
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: David Sylvian & Takagi Masakatsu
Feels like an ending
She’s winding her way towards a conclusion
That never comes
Caroline feels uncomfortably numb
She’s in deep
Surrendering to the promise of sleep
Almost done
Caroline plays an audience of one
And it isn’t polite
She won’t even try
A problem to no one
A problem to none
How can it be as quiet as this
This close to the edge?
Caroline says she’s nobody’s friend
How can you breathe
Embarrassed to be this far left of alone?
Caroline knows there’s nobody home
It’s ending
Winding it’s way to a conclusion
Nearly done
Caroline knows there’s nothing to come
When in doubt
She wanted it get it all down in writing
Didn’t count
Better if someone else works it out
The files are deleted
No resisting at all
Already defeated
Transit
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: Sylvian & Fennesz
I have listened repeatedly
I have listened very well
No one interrupts the harmful
When they’re speaking
To wonder why of Europe
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Swallow the lie of Europe
Our shared history dies with Europe
(follow me, won’t you, follow me?)
A future’s hinting at itself
Do you fear what I fear?
All those names of ancestry
Too gentle for the stones they bear
Someone somewhere wants to see you
Someone’s traveling towards us all
To wonder why of Europe
To live, love, and cry in Europe
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Our history dies with Europe
(follow me, won’t you, follow me?)
The lights are dimming
The lounge is dark
The best cigarette is saved for last
We drink alone
We drink alone
For The Love of Life (from MONSTER)
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: David Sylvian & Haishima Kuniaki
And slowly, you come to realize
It’s all as it should be
You can only do so much…
If you’re game enough
You could place your trust in me
For the love of life
There’s a trade-off
We could lose it all
But we’ll go down fighting
And what of the children?
Surely they can’t be blamed
For our mistakes?
And slowly I’ve come to realize
It’s all as it should be…
That hiding space
A lonely place
How can the right thing be so wrong?
I’ve found mistakes
Where they don’t belong
For the love of life
We’ll defeat this
They may tear us down
But we’ll go down fighting
Won’t we?
The ending theme for an anime adaptation of one of my most favourite mangas.
Deadman’s Cut
Track #04 - 4 Remixes from Slope // By: Steve Jansen & David Sylvian
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
There are places in the damp Northwest where
The bodies lie down head to feet
There were losses in the California sunshine
Tell you stories that you can’t repeat
In the winter when the valley’s flooded
Those were times where the rooms were cheap
The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets
I’m still buried there ten feet deep
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this stone on me
Mama there’s no future in it
We travel on the back roads lightly
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond
Me and Joan on the Sacramento
Me and Joan this is where we’re from
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Mama there’s no future in it
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
Oh honey where’s the colours of the springtime?
The pale green of an organdy dress
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine
But nothing else in the south south-west
Same lyrics as the album version but only Sylvian is on vocals.
Pieces Cancelled
Track #02 - 4 Remixes from Slope // By: Steve Jansen & Anja Garbarek
I’m just a single unit, no stereo
No different though the mix has changed
I have cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me whole
Now there’s no room to turn around
He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse
Thickly covered in frost
I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight
I don’t want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams)
And I won’t call their names when I leave
Leave
I used to be, so beautifully printed
A rich enough text on every page
But I cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me-
But I cancelled all the pieces
Same lyrics as the album version, though the vocals are treated differently.
Deadman’s Ballad
Track #01 - 4 Remixes from Slope // By: Steve Jansen, David Sylvian, & Joan Wasser
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
There are places in the damp Northwest where
The bodies lie down head to feet
There were losses in the California sunshine
Tell you stories that you can’t repeat
In the winter when the valley’s flooded
Those were times where the rooms were cheap
The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets
I’m still buried there ten feet deep
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this stone on me
Mama there’s no future in it
We travel on the back roads lightly
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond
Me and Joan on the Sacramento
Me and Joan this is where we’re from
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Mama there’s no future in it
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
This mix is missing the last verse from the album, but otherwise it’s the same lyrics. I think this mix has the best balance of “who sings when” in regards to the narrative of the song.
Playground Martyrs (Reprise)
Track #11 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen & Nina Kinert
You get to the gate
You know you’ll be late
It’s for your own good
It’s for your own good
You’re likely to make the grandest mistakes
You suffer alone
In the skin and the bone
Let’s sharpen those
New sets of arrows
For the next generation
Of playground martyrs
And join in the game
Of intolerable shame
‘cause everyone shares
In the sins of their father’s
The school bell rings
Single file in
Trade you my unhappily ever-afters
So bring out those things
To hammer out the wings
Of the next generation
Of playground martyrs
Ballad of a Deadman
Track #09 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen, David Sylvian, & Joan Wasser
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
There are places in the damp Northwest where
The bodies lie down head to feet
There were losses in the California sunshine
Tell you stories that you can’t repeat
In the winter when the valley’s flooded
Those were times where the rooms were cheap
The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets
I’m still buried there ten feet deep
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this stone on me
Mama there’s no future in it
We travel on the back roads lightly
Through Castle City and through the hills beyond
Me and Joan on the Sacramento
Me and Joan this is where we’re from
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Heaven knows I can’t use it
Papa don’t place this curse on me
Mama there’s no future in it
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby bake me something sweet
Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
Oh baby give me bread to eat
Oh honey where’s the colours of the springtime?
The pale green of an organdy dress
Her shadow grows in the California sunshine
But nothing else in the south south-west
Playground Martyrs
Track #07 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen & David Sylvian
You run to the gate
But you’ll be marked late
It’s for your own good
It’s for your own good
You’re likely to make the grandest mistakes
You suffer alone
In the skin and the bone
Let’s sharpen those
New sets of arrows
For the next generation
Of playground martyrs
And join in the game
Of intolerable shame
‘cause everyone shares
In the sins of their father’s
School bell rings
Single file in
Trade you my unhappily ever-afters
So bring out those things
To hammer out the wings
Of the next generation
Of playground martyrs
Sow the Salt
Track #05 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen & Thomas Feiner
Help me follow
In your lead
Help me follow in
Help me sow the salt
For you, for you, for you
I will sow the salt
Through the gardens
I will dig, for you
Have the ocean
Come and soak them through
For you, for you, for you
I will salt the sea
Cancelled Pieces
Track #03 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen & Anja Garbarek
I’m just a single unit, no stereo
No different though the mix has changed
I have cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me whole
Now there’s no room to turn around
He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse
Thickly covered in frost
I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight
I don’t want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams)
And I won’t call their names when I leave
Leave
I used to be, so beautifully printed
A rich enough text on every page
But I cancelled all the pieces
That were meant to make me-
But I cancelled all the pieces
Sleepyard
Track #02 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen & Tim Elsenberg
Take them to the Sleepyard
There are no returns, no exceptions
Lay them in the Sleepyard
Let’s have a little payment protection
He’s the operator
Isolate the parts that’s defective
Take them to the Sleepyard
Statuary rights are infected
You wanna join in?
It’s nothing less than you deserve
You’ve had enough now?
You’re gonna get what you deserve
Wake up in the Sleepyard
Everybody knows what I’m after
Everybody’s watching
Everybody’s helpless with laughter
Don’t lie down
How am I gonna follow?
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Don’t lie down
How am I gonna follow?
Take me to the Sleepyard
Brush away the dirt from the blankets
Find me in the Sleepyard
Somewhere underneath this Atlantic
You wanna join in?
It’s nothing less than you deserve
You’ve had enough now?
You’re gonna get what you deserve
Take them to the Sleepyard
Take them to the Sleepyard
Take them to the Sleepyard
Take them to the Sleepyard
Where’s the High?
Track #11 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
There is a house with a fountain
Things that kept me satisfied
I lost my life as a young man
And I’ve been running ever since
Here’s to burning bridges
Here’s to the leap in the dark
I’m still running, still waiting
For this life to fall apart
Where’s the high?
Where’s the high?
I forgot what had me going
And where to go
Where’s the high?
Where’s the high?
Only cages, where the spaces used to be
Where’s the high?
Where’s the high?
I forgot what had me going
And where to go
Where’s the high?
Where’s the high?
Only cages, where the spaces used to be
Where’s the high?
Where’s the high?
Not included in the Samadhisound re-release for some reason.
Grip
Track #01 - Slope // By: Steve Jansen
I think there, there is a, a lot of cheating here
All That Numbs You
Track #10 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
Such a wonderful life when it’s weighing you down
Are you in control?
The suburban reign always stays the same
Like a hollow smile cracking up your face
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown
All that numbs you
Run a thousand miles, ’til you hit the ground
All that numbs you now
And the days roll into one and the same on you
The world revolving around your spinning head
Make the fences high
Make the blinds go down on the world outside
Maybe the day will come
When you wake up not feeling anything
No more tears and no more pain
Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve
All that numbs you
Stare into the sun, the blind relief
All that numbs you now
As the years roll into one, only numbers change
The world revolving around your spinning head
The world revolving around your spinning head
The world revolving around your spinning head
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown
All that numbs you
Stare into the sun, the blind relief
Of all that numbs you now
As the years roll into one, only numbers change
The world revolving around your spinning head
Betty Caine
Track #09 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
Betty Caine
In her long lost spider garden
And Betty Caine
Knows the steps and secret places
All too bloody well
No, Betty Caine
She won’t come out of her haunted hide-out
Not until, not until spring has come
The sunken continents rose
And she’s gonna make ‘em sink again
For Now
Track #08 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner
Getting close by going far away
Going far by staying here
To the kind of place
Where loneliness is traveling the best
Leaving ill and well alone
If all fails, all fails
Let the clock strike upon this resting hour
For now
For now
Leaving point despair
Leaving point hope
Getting lost to find a way back home
Getting back by letting go
Make another thought fall
In the flow of things
And death is just a breath away
But so is life
Saying this, but knowing not
Which scares the most
For now
For now
Leaving point despair
And leaving point hope
Whatever worry
Running through the veins
When you go, you go
Whatever worry
Races through the air
When you’re there
You’re there
Getting close
Abandoning point hope
Leaving point despair
Looking up from the rush of things
In the point of life
That is now
A point of life
For now
Toy
Track #07 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
Just a few words
About my state
In the white noise of life
I might feel like listening up
But I can’t meditate
With all the strange circuits in my head
I’m a toy, yeah
I am just a toy, yeah
Nothing but a toy
For this brain
And it’s pure pain
Just a few words
About my state
In the sleepwalk of life
I might feel like slowing down
But my feet won’t wait around
With all the funny rhythms in those legs
I’m a toy, yeah
I am just a toy, yeah
Nothing but a toy
For this brain
And it’s pure pain
Yonderhead
Track #05 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner
My spine and leverage
Were not mine
Some items borrowed
And now gone
Pick me up, animate me, render me
Take me back to the ghosts
Of the day
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
My plots and purposes
Were not mine
Just items borrowed
And now gone
Hook me up and ignite me, play the course
Bring me back to the ghosts
Of the date
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
Lend, lend, lend
Lend, lend
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Just spine me up for liberty and hopes
Liberties and hopes, and liberties and hopes
Define me
And bind me
And I’ll crawl the pretty path
I’ll crawl the pretty path
Mesmerene
Track #06 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
We’re, in the ocean of forgettable things
Are we just traveling in time?
We, from wherever
We’d bailed out
Landed here
If I could do more than hold you
If I could do more than watch your tears
I wish we could name this place: ‘Oblivion’
Then be happily on our way
Here on the outskirts of an age soon spent
With all its demons and songs of untruth
If we could travel ahead and lose this life
Crack it open and live to tell the tale
If I could do more than hold you
If I could do more than watch your tears
I wish we could name this place: ‘Oblivion’
Then be happily on our way
If I could do more than hold you
If I could do more than watch your tears
I wish we could name this place: ‘Oblivion’
Then be happily on our way
Into my arms
Into my arms
Out of harm’s way
Into my arms
Into my arms
Out of harm’s way
Into my arms
Into my arms
Postcard
Track #04 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
Here from the greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the places you never dared to walk
You never saw the silent battle zones
Beneath towers and beyond your gardens
Was born a walker
Into this world I walk
And what’s to miss about the old ball and chain?
Imaginary top of the food-chain ways
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine
I found more life by a burning barrel
Was born a walker
And so away I walk
Was born a walker
And this world I stalk
Run by my friend
If you think you are free
Duck my friend, and cover
If you think you are safe
[Talking @ 3:13]
(What if our mission is…)
(What? What?)
Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the thoughts you never dared to think
From all the choices you’ll never dare to make
Just a postcard from ground-level and below
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
Track #02 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
She will run, and hide from the nannies
Making fun of those big nannies with guns
That’s a strange little girl
Such a strange little girl
She’ll go through the fences
Sneak away
To see her friend’s beautiful blue…
That’s a strange little girl
Such a strange little girl
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
In the fields, they will sing for hours
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
Let him through, all the hidden powers
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
With the force of a million lifetimes
Dinah to the Beautiful Blue
Bring me love, make me smile again
She so runs, and hide from the nannies
Making fun of those big nannies with guns
In the late afternoon
Let ‘em ring, all the bells
Let ‘em search, as daylight fades away
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
In the fields, they will sing for hours
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
Let him through, all the hidden powers
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
With the force of a million lifetimes
Dinah & the Beautiful Blue
In the fields, they will sing again
Scars and Glasses
Track #03 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
The slamming doors, then tail-light’s fade
No you don’t have to ask me,
I’ll stay
More a state of bodily art
Than actual heart to heart
And now my strongest force of habit
My favorite game, my wrecking ball – is you
So why stay clear?
And your frozen words, my heart attack
The sleepless night our lips cracked
I don’t mind when you’re all here
Tomorrows came and then went again
Left scars and glasses and a little
Change of name
And the world I see now is open wide
For anything that’s true to you
My strongest force of habit
My favorite game, my wrecking ball – is you
So why stay clear?
And your frozen words, my heart attack
The sleepless night our lips cracked
I don’t mind when you’re all here
Siren Song
Track #01 - The Opiates // By: Thomas Feiner & Anywhen
On the last day of summer the sun shines bright
And we’re walking through the woods
What if love is the greatest damn liar of all
Would you trust me with your life?
On the last day of summer the clouds are white
And I’m sitting by the lake
And she’s singing my name, she’s beckoning me
If i just lose myself now
For one day
I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on…
She’s floating oh so peacefully
As I’m watching from below
In the bluest water I ever saw
The palest body to be striped
By this sun
I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on…
So let me drown in those precious arms
With all my untouchabilities washed away
Let me for once be lost for a reason
Let it be lost, for once
Wasn’t I Joe? - Live 2003-11-13
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian & Steve Jansen
I was strong myself when I started, in on you…
Wasn’t I Joe? Normal strength?
Don’t stay away too long love
I sense that somethings wrong
Don’t stay away too long love
Don’t stay away too long
And the minutes last a lifetime
They’ve mastered ways of moving slow
She took the children and the chequebook
Should I have really let her go?
Don’t stay away too long love
Don’t stay away too long
I was strong myself when
I started, wasn’t I Joe?
There’s a moving recitation
Played out inside my head
With an eloquence I don’t possess
Of course it’s better left unsaid 1
Where’s the examples that we needed
A man and wife who walk the line
Give me something to aspire to
Not in a lifetime, not in our lives
I was strong myself when I started, wasn’t I Joe?
Don’t stay away too long love
I know that somethings wrong
There’s a sadness I can’t live with 2
Don’t stay away too long
Today’s the day before I met her
And these things pass unrecognized
These are the shoes, that was the workplace
And this the car in which we cried
So many hours of conversation
I doubt there’s anything left unsaid
No hope of reconciliation
Slowly pacing ‘round my bed
And the walls echo disturbance
They’re screaming from the inside too
She with left with everything we lived for
The everything of me and you
I was strong myself when I started, in on you…
Wasn’t I Joe? Normal strength?
I was strong myself when I started, wasn’t I Joe?
Wasn’t I Joe?
Black lines run throughout the notebooks
A life in letters scribbled out
There’s no room left now for reflection
We’re not leaving room for doubt
I’ve got you pictured in my mind love
You’re off the bus and running free
I’ll keep the memories and the pretense 3
Ghosts of who we used to be
And I’ll be nothing like my father
We’ll wash the sheets as if by hand
And you’ll be nothing like my mother
We’re abandoning the plan
Aren’t we Joe? 4
Wasn’t I Joe?
Wasn’t I Joe?
I was strong myself when I started, in on you…
Wasn’t I Joe? Normal strength?
And sometimes life is frightening
And everything comes on strong
So we’re holding on for dear life
‘Til something better comes along
‘Til something better comes along
‘Til something better comes along
[1] 24/25SEP2003, "I think it’s better left unsaid"
[2] 25SEP2003 RFH, "There’s a silence I can’t live with"
[3] 25SEP2003 RFH, "I’ll live with memories and the pretense"
[4] This line is usually not included in the song.
Information on samples used in this song
Blue Skinned Gods - Live 2003-10-13
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian
Inside I’m out and I don’t know whose thoughts I’m thinking
I’d rationalize if I only had a clue
And yellow and red are the colours to which I swear allegiance
And I follow them back to you
And it’s love love love
It’s love
And it’s love love love
It’s love
Oh yeah, whoa yeah
I’m living in the lap of the blue skinned gods
She’s filling the air with hibiscus and magnolia
The sandalwood trees lit like matches in the sun
She’s singing her songs by the waters of the Ganges
She’s saying ‘God is the only one, God is the only one’ 1
And it’s love love love
It’s love
And it’s love love love
It’s love
Oh yeah, whoa yeah
I’m living in the lap of the blue skinned gods
Oh yeah, whoa yeah
I’m living in the lap of the blue skinned gods
She’s whispering words that fall like pearls upon the water
I’m here in the things that you wouldn’t believe were true
A thousand wings move to her voice under [Temura?]
And I follow them back to you, I follow them back to you
And it’s love love love
It’s love
And it’s love love love
It’s love
Oh yeah, whoa yeah
I’m living in the lap of the blue skinned gods
Oh yeah, whoa yeah
I’m in the lap of the blue skinned gods
Oh yeah, mm-mm-hmm
1 24SEP2003 Manchester, “She’s singing ‘God is the only one, God is the only one’”
It’ll Never Happen Again - Live 1995-10-11
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: Tim Hardin
I remember our first affair
Always pain
Always rain around my eyes
It’ll never happen again
It’ll never happen again
Every time I leave you alone
I remember times I couldn’t come home
It’ll never happen again
It’ll never happen again
Why can’t you be
The way that I want you to be
Why can’t you see
You’ve gotta change to love me
I remember our first affair
Always pain
Always rain around my eyes
It’ll never happen again
It’ll never happen again
(Thank you, that’s a Tim Hardin song)
Under Ingrid’s Wheels - Live 1995-10-11
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian
Sunlight on glass
Caught me blind
And the wages of love
Blew in at my side
I held its wings
And swallowed it whole
Now it shines in my shadow
White lines my road
I take the vow
And I swallow the pill
Lay my life on the line
Under Ingrid’s wheels
The road is long
And I know just how it feels
Lay my life on the line
Under Ingrid’s wheels
The heat is cold
And mind is hot
The body is aching
But reaching for the stars
The angels breathe
In snow and ice
And they nail to my grip
Some semblance of life
I’ve burned the rope
And I’ve hammered the steel
Laid my life on the line
Under Ingrid’s wheels
The road is long
And I know just how it feels
Laid my life on the line
Under Ingrid’s wheels
I burned her name
In God’s valleys and fields
Laid my life on the line
Life on the line
Under Ingrid’s wheels
Under Ingrid’s wheels
Love you baby
You know I do
Love you baby
You know it’s true… I do
The House in Which We Live - Live 1992-03-??
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian & Robert Fripp
We enter the circle, chairs are burning
Lights up colours and cornices
Needles parch and inject the air with moisture
With a small movement, walk up some steps, into the moving eye of God
The coarse chatters and sounds of many a people
Framework binds the skin, pulling tight
No sleep, lying in the dugout
Held by the sound of the blood beat
We build the hard walls
High on sand
Let water in ‘til I’m overflowing
Seal the doors with
Stars and kisses
Coloured shadows hidden home
Like figures on a bed of coal
Full moons rise up
And forgive
We climb the ladder
Descending low
To reach the grounds
Of the house in which we live
Like figures on a bed of coal
Full moons rise up
And forgive
We climb the ladder
Descending low
To reach the grounds
Of the house in which we live
I Do Nothing - Live 1995-10-11
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian
I recognized the way she moved
Her hands on the water
The fire burning in the heart
A ferryman’s daughter
Hallelujah, is that what she’s saying?
Hallelujah, the gods are playing
He didn’t feel the lightning strike
How long was he waiting?
An echo rising deep from the heart
The sound of its breaking
Not even one more night
Spent here without you
Not even one more night
So down the river
The morning raised a million suns
How long was he sleeping?
All his stories shattered at once
Beginnings and endings
Not even one more night
Spent here without her
Not even one more night
Lost in the breakers
I do nothing
And nothing is left undone
I do nothing
And nothing is left undone
I do nothing, I can do nothing
Nothing is left undone
I do nothing
And nothing is left undone
Remove the blindfold and you’ll see
The danger’s gone
The flower’s growing from the stone
Like they told you that it would
That it would
Not even one more night
Spent without you
Hallelujah, is that what she’s saying?
Hallelujah, the gods are playing
I do nothing
And nothing is left undone
I do nothing
And nothing is left undone
I do nothing
And nothing and nothing and nothing is left undone
Nothing and nothing is left undone
Nothing and nothing is left undone
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing…
Nothing… is left undone
Nothing…
Lying With You - Soundcheck 1988-05-25
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian
In the bed
On the streets without end
Quiet echoes of fall
Between buildings and flags
Sweet the world
In black coffee cup saints
Where nothing is long
Nothing’s given away
Then the saints
Carve history out of stone
The absurb is filled with shame
And we turn with our backs from a difficult day
Could I read a thousand books in your eyes
The way your smile just brings you to
The sky that’s wide open
And shines away, the darkest blue
Lying with you
When Monday Comes Around
Track #03 - Wonderful World Single // By: Nine Horses
The letters I write, I write for you
But they’re not easy
And the words I used, I made mistakes
There’s no explaining… where is the excuse?
For the things we said, and the things we left unsaid
Believe me, I know, I know
Now the game is up, and there’ll be no stopping you
From leaving, oh god, oh no
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be losing you
And I’ll be breaking
They forecast snow, and where are you…
This evening?
And chances are, the snow won’t fall
But I want it, outside (leads in)
Where the colour’s gone, and your footprints mark the space
You’re leaving, I know, you know
And the weather was, always your best friend
You’re needed, don’t go, don’t go
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be losing you
And I’ll be breaking
[Background Voice 1]
You’ve got yourself nothing but hope
Why don’t you go fucking (frame one)
Fucking go to her
You’re fucking killing me
[Background Voice 2]
(Look what I did to her, I’m) not responsible enough
[Background Voice 1]
You’re fucking killing/kidding me
I’ll fucking kill you
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I’ll be losing you
And I’ll be breaking
Birds Sing for Their Lives
Track #05 - Money for All EP // By: Nine Horses
I had two weeks of silence
From the voice in my head
And not a word of guidance
So I got up and got dressed
The flowers are on steroids
The birds sing for their lives
I met someone tonight but
I’m sure I’ll be alright
[Background Voices]
What is it about? ?? ?? ??
I had two weeks of silence
From the voice in my head
And not a word of guidance
So I got up and got dressed
The flowers are on steroids
The birds sing for their lives
I met someone tonight but –
Darkest Birds
Track #02 - Snow Borne Sorrow // By: Nine Horses
Here come the darkest birds to burst the bubble
End of a perfect day, head full of trouble
Here come the darkest birds, all tar and feathers
Why did none of them dream of trying to make things better?
Those are the mimicking kind… they are, they are
I number myself among them, the furthest star
And this the road I walked on
When I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won’t help me now
And I should have been there for you
When you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what’s gone is gone
It’s such a shame
Here come the darkest birds, they’ve got their reasons
All their pretty colors are gone, washed out of season
Those are the soaring kind… they are, they are
I number yourself among them, the brightest star
And this the road I walked on
When I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won’t help me now
And I should have been there for you
When you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what’s gone is gone
It’s such a shame
And this the world I walked on
When I shot you down, I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won’t serve me now
And I should have been there for you
When you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what’s done is done
It’s such a shame
Messenger
Track #NA - Commissions and Collaborations // By: Blonde Redhead feat. Sylvian
Stay still, be still
No wonder you’re always lost
As a messenger you must be known
With messages you must return
To be seen by demanding hands
And touches of jealous men
Invisible and forgivable
To all their secret ends
Be it so, be quick
Don’t run just walk and walk and walk
Don’t lose yourself to decorate
Somewhere on your wall
‘Cause somewhere in your mind
You know you are doing fine
Holding secret hair locks
You’ll pluck before you hide
So how can I keep anything to myself?
So how can I keep any of these things… to myself?
So how can I keep anything to myself?
So how can I keep anything to myself?
So how can I keep anything to myself?
Behind those clouds… I’m almost home
Stay still… no wonder you’re always lost
Be still… no wonder you’re always lost
Lyrics and music by Blonde Redhead – this is basically David doing karaoke.