Miscellaneous |
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Crackle in the lines so far away, the late night DJ starts to play
That sacred song goes phasing through the airwaves of the night
Beyond the lonely light house beam, beyond these black and restless dreams
She'll wake before I go to sleep in the silver morning light
Ch: Carry these words over the ocean, carry these words over the sea
Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?
Out in the drizzle of the dirty rain, I walk the square alone again
Reflections of the neon shines in colours on the ground
Beyond the woods and the open fields, the long and empty highway miles
She lies beneath these very skies, sleeping sound
Ch: Carry these words over the ocean, carry these words over the sea
Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?
And the promises that we made - and the place we loved so well
The storm clouds of her eyes, a sadness thunder never still
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"Written and demoed for Thunder & Consolation,
this has not yet been formally released
but exists on bootlegged
versions
of said demos
and has been played live, on the odd occasion,
by Justin solo." Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages |
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My
friend, is it still ringing in your ears
Through all those blessed and poisoned years
You will still say I was wrong
But you'll miss me when I'm gone
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on
And now I watch the falling of the leaves
We live by little deaths such as these
And when everything is changed
I'll embrace it once again
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on
The empty roads we travelled now are filled
With all the brave processions of desperate will
All looking to burn out in glory
And you know just how that feels
But I've made my choice for better or for worse
And it's everything I know and it's nothing much at all
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on
You will still say I was wrong
But you'll miss me when I'm gone
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on |
"Performed
live by Justin solo,
but never officially recorded
this is
yet another song that has, so far,
only seen the light
of day on bootleg recordings." Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages
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I
know that it happened, I know that story
But that was years and years ago
Still you're pushing and still you're claiming
The pound of flesh you say I owe
Ch: We've already paid for it
We've already strung for it
We've already died for it
Why can't you leave us alone?
There is no whitewash, there's no conspiracy
You're not a victim anymore
I know it's easy to be a loser
If you spill acid in your sores
Ch: We've already paid for it . . .
Bring in the hard men, bring in the armoury
If escalation's what you want
Everybody needs an enemy
But I don't want to be yours
Ch: We've already paid for it . . .
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"Played
at most of the (very) early shows.
Only exists on bootlegs
from the period." Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages |
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Today
seems so special like a beginning or an end
And there's so many thousand people here
After all the grey days we're shining once again
And I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world
We never want to fight you, we only want to love
Ch: I wish it could always be like this
I wish I could always be in love
The world reflects the passion in your grey eyes
And I see them shine
You raise up your arms like you believe that you can fly
And I want you so much now
I never want to hurt you - I only want to love
Ch: I wish it could always be like this
I wish I could always be in love
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"Album:
Radio Sessions 83-84
Release
date: 1988" Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages
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In
a ring of men, with money changing hands
All the gypsy kings, they were gathered from miles around
I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist
But I was quick, quicker than all of them
I watched him fall, then he staggered back
There was blood on my hands, but my face was intact
I picked up all my money and I walked away
It was like I was chosen, but I did not choose
I was in love, just the one time
It was years ago, I still have her photograph
I look at it sometimes, when I'm on my own
I think of her sometimes, when I'm on my own
We fought the once and she went down
I'm sorry now, but you can't go back
I was wrong and I have paid
Carry it with me for the rest of my days.
Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
For when it's all over and done?
My grandmother's house, it's all empty now
I live here alone, nobody bothers me
I work on shift down at the bakery
And I fix up the house and I try to be happy
My father's rage is still in me
I bury it down where nobody sees
Everyone knows me here, but they don't speak
Maybe that's just the way that I like it to be
Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
For when it's all over and done?
I've gone to ground - just like the animals
In the fading light where all men go
Gone to ground - just like the animals
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"A
song written for the Strange Brotherhood sessions
but never
recorded, it has however been played solo
by Justin and as
a result appears on the odd bootleg." Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages
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We
waited in our summer camps, we waited all summer long
To be paid for the bloody work we had done
I fought with
General Ireton, I fought with Freeborn John
The best of men in the
worst of times
I have honours to my name, I have served my God
And not that fool
of a king
But when I close my eyes to dream I see pikes against
the sky
I hear dying men and horses scream
And no one tells us what is happening
No one seems to know what's
happening
Through those November rains, we were on the march again
To Putney
with our elected men
And in the Church the leaders talked
And outside we stamped
our feet against the cold and dared to hope
News from home comes slow and it is never good
The harvest
poor and too few to gather
We were sent to hang two men caught
stealing food
By a frozen river
And no one ever tells us what is happening
No one seems to know
what's happening
They say in London town the streets are alive with talk
The
Assembly of Saints to be taken down
I say let them rot in hell
- it will be God's will
To see a land that is free
Everywhere there are prophets
Everywhere there are words
All rumours and rapture
But I just long to go home, turn my
face into the sun
And know Jerusalem
And no one ever tells us what is happening
No one seems to know
what's happening |
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Inside
All the secrets are held inside
Where the hot black river runs
When I gaze upon you face
And love
And the hand in the burning flame
A debt of the blood to pay
To betray or not betray
Turn turn the dance goes on
Silver the secret moon
Sooner or later
One of us will break and say what we must not say
Eyes
A room full of watching eyes
In the second before we smile
Always I see your smile
Turn turn the dance goes on
Silver the secret moon
Sooner or later
One of us will break and say what we must not say
Turn turn the dance goes on
Silver the secret moon
Sooner or later
One of us will break and say what we must not say
Say what we must not say
Empty the streets and the clock strikes three
Closing our eyes for the kiss on the cheek
Walking away not glancing behind
To say what we must not say
Say what we must not say
Turn turn the dance goes on
Silver the secret moon
Sooner or later
One of us will break and say what we must not say
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Never
been 'officially' recorded.
First ever live
performance
at Justin solo gig in Bonn,
2003.06.28 |
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STONED,
FIRED AND FULL OF GRACE
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And
all the changes come on quicker than the speed of thought
Our will be done
We stand just staring at the palaces of glass and steel
Waiting for the rain to come
But I'm stoned fired and full of grace
Everything will be forgiven
Further on we go
Stoned fired and full of grace
Here in the breath of heaven
Look out on the side of the road
Through all the wasted lands
I've gone for gold and silver
But no truth was ever found
I always thought there was something different on the other
side
The Berlin wall came down
But I'm stoned fired and full of grace
Everything will be forgiven
Further on we go
Stoned fired and left for dead
The fields are filled with burning flesh
Our heroes on the side of the road
The wine, earth and blood are drying now
After the burning of the day
We were singing songs about death and love and love and death
and and what else is there anyway
And I'm stoned fired and full of grace
Everything will be forgotten
Still further on we go
Stoned fired and full of grace
Here in the breath of heaven
Left for dead on the side of the road
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Never
been 'officially' recorded.
First ever live performance at
NMA
gig in Peterborough
2001.04.25.
Played many times on JS&F gigs. |
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The
candle flickers and the shadows move distorted on the wall
There's a wire slowly stretching
And now you ask him all the questions, the same ones as before
But you know that he is lying
And with your arms around him now, you're begging please
But he moves towards the open door
And you find you're screaming 'no'
But something breaks this time, you find you cannot move
Is it wrong to let him walk into the water?
Close your eyes for just one moment
You get so tired the endless days of watching over
And is it wrong as the waves boil up to greet him
To turn away - he disappears into the tide
All your love it cannot save him
All your love it cannot save him
And everybody holds a secret that draws them with its breath
The one that will destroy them
Oh, the warming glow of poison - it's so easy going down
Just to spite the days of reason
Oh, my abandoned child, we'll both end up as fools
I can see it in your craving eyes that I cannot hold you
All the warning shots will be lost and drowned
In the roar of the crashing waves
And is it wrong to let you walk into the water?
Close my eyes for just one moment
I get so tired the endless days of watching over
And is it wrong as the waves boil up to greet you
To turn away - you disappears into the tide
All my love it cannot save you
All my love it cannot save you
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"The
only official recording of this song
is to be found on 1995's acoustic
live album "Big
Guitars In Little Europe""
Source: The Complete NMA Lyrics Pages |
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