1. |
Edge of the Cloud
04:25
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2. |
Guilty
05:08
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now that time is creeping around
glow of youth is fertile ground
I can’t hide I'm all at sea,
in a shrouded veil, with a southerly gale
nobody told me in the middle years
cynicism built poisonous spears
I can't hide I'm all at sea
there’s no black book, don't leave it to me
guilty of the crime
I've never seen a clearer day
my senses are sharp, like a cold sea spray
I duck and I weave on a New Years Eve
and hear i am as good as can be
Im not one for making a noise
you get my point my dear frat boys
I duck and I weave on a New Years Eve
there’s no blank cheque, it's just you and me
guilty of the crime
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3. |
Control
04:20
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caught inside a trance
leaving a lot to chance
part of the ancient dance
this is not my song
not my song
left it to long
I’m to headstrong
I’m caught in the trap of mediocrity
I don't like it when you get to close
my sensory perception is on high alert
there’s a bead of sweat that doesn't smell right
a red light flashing in broad daylight
my switch is flickering off on off on
the needle is pushed into the danger zone
the siren is wound up to eleven
i have twitch in my neck and a pulse you can see
not my song
left it to long
I’m to headstrong
I’m caught in the trap of mediocrity p
im heading into dangerous territory
my head is right angles to where it should be
im getting pulled around and ended upside down
im not myself, this is not me, there’s more to this i care to see
don't get in my face it’s not a pretty place to be
jack boots, double lace it’s a very ugly space
ive got myself in a sitch, knee deep in a ditch
my radar’s been fired and im dog tired
keeping myself in check and smoothing out my tie
my shoes are very shiny and my socks are pulled up high
left right left right im keeping perfect time
ive lost control im out shape a one way street with no escape
i can see the light its time to have my say
lots of colour and noise getting in the way
no sleep tonight my dear your heading out the door
Ive misread hit my head im flat out in the floor
caught inside a trance
leaving a lot to chance
part of the ancient dance
this is not my song
not my song
left it to long
I’m to headstrong
I’m caught in the trap of mediocrity
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4. |
We All Pray
04:48
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a moment son it’ll come undone
we all pray
The whips are out he can sense the fear
The blood is drawn as he claws and sneers
You jumped into the scalding fires
you fanned those flames of deceit and lies
The chosen one will dodge the rain
the fortunate soul will escape the pain
you’re wilfully blind to the personal aches
caressing the lever’s to charm the snakes
we all pray in our own way
smiling eyes and narrow lips
eyes like ink as he comes to terms
the gliding waltz hides an ugly gait
an elegant illusion of a deathly state
shadows will fall and lay at their feet
sharp crystal lights illuminate the elite
a dark grey suit with a clear bloodstain
a seasoned campaigner we greet with disdain
we all pray in our own way
a moment son it’ll come undone
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5. |
The Lonely Man
04:26
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Im standing looking down the lane
Its dark, there is movement
he dares me to take the step
i have no choice as i feel the same
The lonely man - he was always there
The lonely man - in the coldest air
as he turns around and catches my eye
there’s a moment of sweat and guilt
in the darkness at the top of the stairs
Im bloody and naked and the devil may care
The lonely man - he was always there
The lonely man - in the coldest air
here he is right in front of me
I've been summoned and beckoned inside
He walks in front of me
his obvious gait hides a soiled lead weight
The lonely man - he was always there
The lonely man - in the coldest air
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6. |
Keeping Shtum
04:24
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cant forgive you or myself
memory stains are on the shelf
haven't seen you in a while
keeping shtum…despite the smile
what about me, I'm here too
what about me, my days are blue
my feet are shuffling down the hall
my cats litter tray tells it all
the rain lingers longer these days
you can't come here, you’re not allowed
its not fair to trample my ground
what about me, my shadow tells
what about me, my conscience yells
morning and my head aches again
throbbing silence inside my brain
I’ll wake and continue with the same
what about me, I'm here too
what about me, my days are blue
came to realise, and see right through
you’re vain & shallow, I’m better than you
what about me, my shadow tells
what about me, my conscience yells
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7. |
I Take Exception
04:44
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Passing Eyes, Many kinds
Hordes can see, yet none land on me, no longer useful
Im passed my use by date. no longer legal,
im gunna face my fate
Shivering skin, bleeding hearts
a time to die, if anything at all, no longer useful
a resident of space, no longer legal
im getting out of this race
deemed….no longer useful, reamed…..again and again
Exceptions for the takers, acceptance for the fakers
inhabiting a space, a permanent case
getting in the way of the deserving
an innocent abroad, takes to the sword
leaving a hole for the self serving
invisibility, in a cloak of civility
an occupier of nothing and no one.
its a life….that doesn't belong to me
I’ll give it to you, i know you've got my back
deemed….no longer useful, reamed…..again and again
Exceptions for the takers, acceptance for the fakers
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8. |
Fools and Clowns
06:31
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its 2 am, the fools and clowns are blinding….bringing up the days lying
Its 3am, us and them, the talk is loud, standing by a fading crown
The water is blue,
we try to swim,
but only drown
in a sea of dreams
The rise and fall
of the gentle swells
brings the calm
of the tolling bells
It’s 2am, nothing ever good happens now we’re in a tangled mess
Its 3am, put to the test, i should know better than this state of undress
The fallen empire
of a kings funeral pyre
five minutes of fame
I’ve staked my claim
the blackest black sky
the reddest of seaa
only the young
can hear my plea’s
The water is blue,
we try to swim,
but only drown
in a sea of dreams
The rise and fall
of the gentle swells
brings the calm
of the tolling bells
raising their voices
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9. |
Breathe the Dust
04:30
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Stay the line, don't adjust, keep the faith, bolted trust
check the time, drink the lust, just say yes, breath the dust
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10. |
Feel no More
03:48
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There is a single voice
Saint, future, sinner, taught
There is the original myth
Morality, dreamer, laughter, moonlight
A voice for the popular and vulgar,
gives me an ulcer
A voice for the lazy and plain,
and call it culture
Bread and Circuses and fear
There is more I hear I hear
Care no longer fear no more
This…gentlemen’s a frightful bore.
There is a single voice
Vicious, sunless, worship, devotion
There is an original myth
Ability, reputation, charm, tragedy
There is a single voice
Prayers, symbol, thoughts, ignorance
A voice for the popular and vulgar,
gives me an ulcer
A voice for the lazy and plain,
and call it culture
Bread and Circuses and fear
There is more I hear I hear
Care no longer fear no more
This…gentlemen’s a frightful bore.
A voice for the popular and vulgar,
gives me an ulcer
There is an original myth
There is an original myth
Human, continuity, beauty, deception
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11. |
Driving at Night
03:55
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I don't
trust them,
i did
back then
i was
young and
naive
back then
Driving at night on my own
Driving away far from home
looking through different lens, it was manipulation that i tried to hide at every turn, why did i do that, you know it wasn't that bad…but it was
Driving at night on my own
Driving away far from home
Driving at night to be alone
Driving away far from home
wasted
time in
the good room
just looking
reach out
you need…love
touch it
lifeless
looking through different lens, it was manipulation that i tried to hide at every turn, why did i do that, you know it wasn't that bad…but it was
Driving at night on my own
Driving away far from home
Driving at night to be alone
Driving away far from home
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12. |
Behind the Other Cloud
03:50
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Suburban Spell Melbourne, Australia
Peter Endall, keyboardist for 1980s Melbourne synthpop band Schizo Scherzo is back songwriting, producing and creating music
after a long hiatus.
Influenced by 1970s and 80s synth pop and electronica, Suburban Spell is an instrumental exploration of modern electronica through the lenses of Kraftwerk and Jean-Michel Jarre with edges of shoegaze guitar pop
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