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1.
WIRED (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill) 2007 |
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At
the witching hour we'll be gone from here
When the snake-black roads are just about clear
Onto the hard-line dark horizon
Through the silver in the air
And if home is where the heart is
We'll just keep going until we disappear
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
Blood of a river a mile wide
I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
Blood of an ocean, rising tide
Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
Sometimes I feel her with me,
I feel her eyes upon my face
I feel her pulling me down in a tangle
Of sweat and hair and grace
For the only things worth wishing for
Are the ones that you cannot possess
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
Blood of a river a mile wide
I am wired, I am so wired, I am so wired
The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky
Blood of an ocean, rising tide
Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild
And in the shadows of the trees
You can see like an animal sees
You can gather up the stars like seeds
And through them back into the night
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ONE OF THE CHOSEN (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007 |
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It
was I that was lost and they that were searching
It was I that was weak and they had the power
So I went with the others to the bus that was waiting
And we drove out for miles to a place in the country
We were ten to a room, the windows don’t open
We were woken for prayer at four in the morning
All wired with hunger and energy crackling
And through the corridors I could hear chanting…
The hall was lit with candles and all the light was golden
And I felt something bursting, something down inside me
Singing out aloud about God and Love and Healing
And everything was moving and I’m on the floor kneeling
I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
There is something in us all that wants to surrender
To be guided through it all like star-eyed children
And I hated the world as I’ve come to know it
And they hated the world with just the same vengeance
And I wanted reasons and they gave me reasons
And I wanted purpose, they gave me purpose
And here from the inside all the lights are blazing
And the view of the old world is dull and grey and joyless
Let it burn inside me, let it burn inside me
Let it burn inside me, let it burn inside me
Now we are the Holy Fools, we are the fearless
We are the Holy Fools we are the fearless
And I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
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HIGH (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007 |
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Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
the long grass blows in ripples
There's a beautiful spiral of roads that leads the lost up here
I was watching the birds taking off to swoop down over the city
They find and take just what they need and turn, turn, turn
The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their
history
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their
history
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
That afternoon on Hustlergate with all the TVs flickering
While behind the sky was moving liquid crimson gold
Brothers, sisters, pay no heed to the unfaithful messengers
For theirs is a prison world of lies, lies, lies
Where the movers move, the shakers shake, the winners rewrite
history
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their
history
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
The keening wind it blows through me, it blows through me
My time it must be almost done, be almost done
All these things you fear so much depend on angles of vision
From down in the maze of walls you can't see what’s coming
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing,
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NO MIRROR, NO SHADOW (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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It's
hard to talk to people who remember what I say
I guess I need an amnesiac priest or something
Or a stranger on a long bus journey to somewhere far away
One day the desert will cover all the earth
With only the wind to sing in the silence
All my secrets buried forever in the blown dust
It seems so simple but they just don't get it
I meant what I said at the time that I said it
Nothing is ever meant to last
I want no mirror, I want no shadow
I want my follies to have no echo
Only the ties to hold on fast
Nobody has their consciences clean
Loyalty in the end will be enough
This family thicker than blood
The way we grew together, roots twisted together
And everybody thinks what they shouldn't think
Everybody does what they shouldn't do
Everybody wants what they shouldn’t want
Hold on to me and I'll hold on to you
Maybe I'm wrong but they just don't get it
I meant what I said just at the time that I said it
Nothing is ever meant to last
I want no mirror, I want no shadow
I want my follies to have no echo
Only the ties to hold on fast
We spread our mischief with a little glint in the eye
Where there is war we like to bring peace
Where there is peace we want to bring war
Seduce the priests and break it all
Just don't ask me to remember
It seems so simple but they just don't get it…. |
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DAWN (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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I get so angry and helpless
There's no way back from this spiral
Something always has to give
And nothing is given for nothing
The drug is in my veins now
Your life is your own for the taking
My body must be slowing down now
But my heart is at the speed of flying
I'm walking out, I close the door
I'm down the steps for the last time
You can lose too much to ever want to start
Over again - over again
When I look back and think about it
All I see is her face staring into mine
I feel the child holding onto me
I’m smelling his sweet smell of innocence
The world has become too silent
This night it seems everlasting
The clocks ticking on like dripping water
But the hands are not moving
I'm walking out, I close the door
I'm down the steps for the last time
Then dawn breaks open in faded blue
And the sounds of the city waking
I'm walking out, I close the door
I'm down the steps for the last time
But the grass is soaked with fallen dew
And the sun is almost rising |
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ALL CONSUMING FIRE (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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False
Maria rises up from the corporate slab, all clad in flawless
steel
"Hello Boys" she says and the pack dogs gather, slavering around
at her heel
And the women try to stretch their faces, hoping to look more
like her
And then chanting her name, they hurl themselves
Deep into the all-consuming fire
So onwards to the feast to end all feasting, onwards to Midas Hall
Where the treasures of the world reproduce themselves like
a hoard of cancerous cells
You can track the spread of the virus by the newsreader's
colourful attire
Let's go there now, reporting live,
From the chaos scenes at the all-consuming fire
And save us from these justifications when every one of them is a lie
Pax Americana reigns and rains from two miles in the sky
Men rise from their beds and they shave their heads and they
wait for the orders to come
But there's still no word, there's still no word, there's
still no word from the Front
And while a billion hungry eyes are watching us from beyond
the citadel wall
We've found a thousand ways to lay waste the planet and we're
going to use them all
A culture in just two dimensions is all that we require
Because it burns so well, it burns so well
So blazing bright in the all-consuming fire
The Captain abandoned ship years ago but nobody thought to inquire
And so the band plays on, we sail gently west
So gently into the all-consuming fire
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SKY IN YOUR EYES (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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Between the chords of a song years
ago
You saw a crack of light or was it a cause to follow?
You've been chasing ever since around these streets
For just the promise of a promise and nothing more to keep
You drove us like a crazy man through those narrow cobbled streets
You said 'there's nothing to fear' and we all smiled
Round and round in that little car while the city lay asleep
The city lay asleep
With sky in your eyes, shy in your eyes
The next day we went up to a ruined temple
high on a cliff above the opal sea
And watched as the angry storms chased around the bay
and suddenly the wind rose up and the thunder cracked
and you looked like you were home with your
weather-beaten face fixed in some kind of ecstasy
When the lightning hit the road just a few yards away
We all jumped up and shouted out but you never moved
Just stared ahead like you’d seen a ghost
So who was the ghost?
One part left behind, one part already gone
And one part standing here with sky in your eyes
With the sky in your eyes, with the sky in your eyes
If they won't make you captain then you sail your own ship
With your own colours tied to the mast
Setting sail for the far side of anywhere
Beyond and behind your thousand yard stare
With the sky in your eyes, with the sky in your eyes |
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INTO THE WIND (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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We
went to see the fall of Rome - I thought it would please
us
To watch how the mighty go in a blaze of hubris
But I just stood there hypnotised by all the beautiful madness
Face into the wind, boys, face into the wind
Last night I dreamed that we built a fire in a wild garden
We took all the holy books and we burned them
All those pages to ashes, every last one of them
Face into the wind, boys, face into the wind
Everything under the sun shall be harnessed
Forced to push and pull and endure like unwilling horses
All for the ceaseless construction of Man's Great Purpose
Face into the wind, boys, face into the wind
And in the Market Square they're still stacking the shelves
I'm screaming: I don't want anything, I don't need anything
I don't want anything, I don't need anything |
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NOTHING DIES EASY (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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I'm like a gambler in a velvet-curtained
room
Half-light and shadow, nothing is moving
I'm playing but I know that I’m losing
Good money after bad
I fooled myself that her number was lucky
I stare at my phone, my phone stares back at me
I feel my fingers pushing down at the keys
Good faith after bad
And nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
It takes all of your power to push the blade in
A last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
Breaking another wild part of myself
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, breaking the will
Every sound you hear is the sound of
Something praying for more life to be given
For maybe just another precious second
And every junkie I've known trying to do straight time
Leaves a little piece of their soul behind
You can’t shed your skin like you think you can, like I think
I can
And nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
It takes all of your power to push the blade in
The last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
Breaking another bad part of myself
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, nothing dies easy
So a toast to the mercy killings
For all these cursed obsessions
For all the useless passions
For when I’m shot and gone
Because nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
It takes all of your power to push the blade in
The last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
Breaking another wild part of myself
Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, breaking the will |
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BREATHING (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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Into a new place, pulling myself
back
Tasting smoke and blood and burning in my lungs
I’m lying on my left side, I don’t know if I can move
But I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing
Then into a new place - this is where I die
And all the noise is gone and there is only calm
Deep beneath the city - waiting for the fire
Any second now…
But the fireball never comes and so we turn back to ourselves
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
In the pitch black tunnels with all the weight above
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
Then into a new place - shouting men with torches and tools
Stumbling from the wreckage in a starlight of shattered glass
The wounded and the shell-shocked, the blackened and the burned
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
Climbing ever upwards like the rising of the dead
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |
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RIVERS (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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And so I came to this dream-like
place
But I can't remember how
Our lives just break open in front of us
Like pack ice before the bow
I followed rivers, I followed orders
I followed prophets, I followed leaders
I followed rivers, I followed highways
I followed conscience, I followed dreamers
And I'm back here, and I'm back here
At the edge of the sky
And so I came to this dream-like place
But I can't remember why
I was never quite ready for what came my way
But I've always been ready to die
I followed rivers, I followed orders
I followed prophets, I followed leaders
I followed rivers, I followed highways
I followed conscience, I followed dreamers
And I'm back here, and I'm back here
At the edge of the sky
I sowed the seeds - I sowed the seeds
I followed rivers, I followed orders
I followed prophets, I followed leaders
I followed rivers, I followed highways
I followed conscience, I followed dreamers
And I'm nearly there, I'm nearly there |
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BLOODSPORTS (Sullivan/Nelson/Dean/White/Gill)
2007
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There are boxes packed with bullets,
there are crates all stacked with boxes
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped
in plastic
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships
are loading
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing
of the swarmed mosquitoes
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still
send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal
burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as
if we’re strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto
its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that
I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches
waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool
and waiting
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still
send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal
burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as
if we’re strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold
pale skin
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed
out palm trees
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in
every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless
voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners’
chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down
from the heavens
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still
send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of oil burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other just
like strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war |
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