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And so to us
It’s come to this.
Some careless talk
A world to bid.
This moment now
Is ours to hold.
I know too much
I can’t control.

Can’t you save it all for me?
Won’t you save all I can be?

You live and learn
You fall in line.
You break the code
You read the sign.
We take the chance
As strangers meet.
The consequence
Is ours to keep.

Can’t you save it all for me?
Won’t you save all I can be?

Coincidence
Our lives in swing.
For all the songs
We’ve yet to sing.
You can’t think now
It’s not too late.
What’s going down
Is by your gate.

Can’t you save it all for me?
Won’t you save all I can be?

Undertones

There is alcohol in my system
And my system’s feeling neat.

I phone.
I break bone.
The late hate
And the chill of reaction
Wash over me.

An indestructible bubble
I no longer absorb.
Disturbance sinks into my soul.

A customisation of reason
Chokes in my throat.
Our dialogue
A dialect.
Too indistinct to call.
An exchange
Precise in it’s vagueness.

‘How are you?’

‘Fine.’

Abstracted out
I nod my head in agreement.

You are never coming home.

A Distant Threat Of Moonlight

A distant threat of moonlight fades
It’s taken time to cure.
Leaving off these midnight shades
With footsteps still unsure.

But hey, now I see
I guess I’ve been dreaming
Dreaming off someone like me.
Now I see
I guess I’ve been dreaming
Dreaming off someone like me.

The sky is bright electric blue
It’s show time on Grey Street.
I came to life in what you drew
It’s so no real it’s sweet.

So hey, now I see
I guess I’ve been looking
Looking for someone like me.
Now I see
I guess I’ve been looking
Looking for someone like me.

Closing Time

The chaos of tongues
Smothers the midnight crush
Amid taxi fears
And the violence of love.
Each siren’s stale perfume
Mingles with smoked filled lies
And torn accountabilities
Of a generation high.

The pavement dross
And life-cycle toss
As the fake bake starts
To crumble and fade.
While the laying of hands
Around the back of forgiveness
Confirms who gets laid.

Witchcraft glamour
Tied to a dialect
And an accent
I cannot master.
The God of ageism
And the Jack of all riots
Wobble among
The cobbled feet
Crippled in the light
Of fashion.

Uniforms and fancy dress
Barely dressed to impress
Press home
The club soiled
Night’s conformity.
Doing violence
To the language
And yes slow death
Of course
Becomes us.
We’ve not gone this far
Going beyond this.

The bounced souls
Lost to the flagstone crack.
Their stain embellished
With staccato visions
And brutal self-denial
Fumble for change
And pay
For a hollow promise.

A speed buzz in the ears.
Rules lockdown
Putdown
A shout goes out.
Each sense stilettoed.
The symbols and syllables
Shaken and stirred.
Overheard an attempt
To smooth over
The backsliding
And the pull
Of the munter.
Sweet.

Glass splinters
In mouthfuls of attitude
While mixed signals
And wishful thinking
Of availability
A cruel and fragile
Leak of faith
Are brushed aside
And dashed.

A quarrel starts
While anxious eyes
Hungry spy
The single shoe
Neon horn
Lying beneath
The bench and debris
Of loss of self
And worth and dignity.

The spit fit twice
Red mist
Blue light

It’s closing time.

Somewhere (I’ll Realise) – Song Notes

I have decided to shortlist this track for the soundtrack I am working on. It came out of the sessions that produced Promises that I posted sometime back. As with that session I didn’t have control over the recording of my vocals which have been double-tracked and then compressed which effectively smooths out the peaks and troughs of the dynamic range. In other words I don’t think it sounds like me. Personally I don’t like that. When I record myself I never bother with it. I appreciate that listeners do not want huge variations in volume but I prefer things to be raw for want of a better expression. This is probably why I prefer old records rather than the radio friendly material of today. I do like the sound of the acoustic guitars and the bass on this. Lyrically it’s not my favourite but as I’ve noted elsewhere sometimes you run out of time and have to go with whatever you have when the red light comes on. It is all a bit traditional (and I could say that about all my stuff and I’m not bothered by that) but I’ve given up worrying about being fashionable which for me is a good feeling. The piano used is a Steinway grand which is a thing to behold let alone hear. I’m glad I can get excited about such things. I’m pleased the bass is up a bit in the mix. It’s used as a lead instrument in the intro which I like.

At the start of the novel “A Distant Threat of Moonlight”, the opening of this song is described by a music journalist in the sleeve notes to a new collection of songs. To me this track is all silver with flashes of white light. I have blogged previously about seeing sounds and hearing colours as the main character experiences this. This particular track seems to be a good indicator for people attempting to grasp this concept so I will be interested to hear from anyone on this topic.

Wire

I am a machine.

Caught out in the rain
The wire in my blood
Will cauterise and fail.
The electricity of reticence
Smokes over my eye
The slaughter of each thought
Congeals and will die.

The iron of awkwardness
Always shines through.
Belittling impressions of my mind to you
And what was it you said?

‘There is a certain satisfaction
Beyond such loss of control.
I am here
For you.’

I pulled the lever.
I switched off.
I never intended
To ever come back.

It was the only thing
I could control you see.
Imagine.
The conceit of it.

And myself a mere apprentice of life.
An arrogance of youth.
A belief in a marriage
Of destiny and art.
In short supply
To leave my own mark.

I cost out the silence.
I pull down the blind.
You think this is something
I want to see through?
To bury the hurt and the lies and what’s true.

Feeling insulated but for
An isolated spark
In the greenhouse of life
A tightrope and jumpstart.

With the closed fist of literature
My fingertips burnt
With the oil of desire.
The seat from my soul
Taken down and crushed
In the back of
A van out for hire.

My heart stopped dead
Is only a saying.
A flatline.
A stay of execution
From this stage to the next.
A short-circuit
A junction box
A fuse and reflex.
And what was it you said?

‘This recent restoration of reason and rhyme
Polished and so considered
Is a signal
A sign.’

I despair.

Do not think for one moment
I have forgotten how to die.
I simply choose now to ignore it.

I am a machine.

I remain disconnected for a reason.

Somewhere (I’ll Realise)

It’s all so clear down Portland Street
Where lovers, friends and poets meet.
You used to laugh about the heat
When playing games of hide and sleep.
And it all became too much, all too much
Yes it all became too much, all too much.

You talked with love of Normandy
An exile from your family tree.
With sister’s face you’d run for me
While I believed what is will be.
But your reasons were not mine, were not mine
No your reasons were not mine, were not mine.

Somewhere, someday
I will realise what’s in your eyes
Somewhere, someday
I will realise what’s in your eyes
Someday.

Those final moments in the square
Beneath the statute on the stair.
I brushed the dreams within your hair
Your secret made no sense I swear.
But I’ll write for what its worth, what its worth.
Yes I’ll write for what its worth, what its worth

Somewhere, someday
I will realise what’s in your eyes
Somewhere, someday
I will realise what’s in your eyes
Someday.

Song No.1510 (Symphony) – Song Notes

I have written and recorded this demo as part of the on going soundtrack project to the draft novel A Distant Threat Of Moonlight. Due to my attempt to draft a new novel during the month of April the plan to shoot a proper video for this track was postponed. However, I wanted to put this out as I’m happy with the result. Lyrically I deliberately kept it simple and attempted to cram in as many rhymes as I could. I hope to write some further notes later. This is the link to the song

http://youtu.be/ljTzns0yCQA

Song No.1510 (Symphony)

I can find you in my mind
Where I know I believe
You will be mine
In time.

Could I be the one for you?
And do you think it
Somehow could be true?
I do.

I would like to say
I’ll meet you there.
Outside in the rain
Or on the stair.

Everything is so no real
And what I feel is
So big deal to me
You see.

Finally it’s down to me
To see how we can make
Time free to be
With me.

I would like to say
I’ll meet you there.
Outside in the rain
Or on the stair.

Of That I Know

I sometimes feel that you no longer need me
Maybe it’s something I’m working through.
But I will always be here
To catch you when you’re low
And now the way things are is how they should be
Of that I know.

The reason I can still believe in magic
Is when you’re telling me about your day.
I know that I’ve been lucky
I’ve been there seeing you grow
The way things are is how they should be going
Of that I know.

And though I worry it’s something I live with
Seeing myself in you I know you’re strong.
For as my light is fading
It’s time for you to glow
And things are going now they way they should be
Of that I know.

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