Lyrics to new album ‘Found Ourselves’
Lyrics to new album ‘Found Ourselves’
Be my Coastguard
It’s getting busy and I’m staring at the sea
An ocean full of promise that means a lot to me
They said that they would listen I’d be smothered by the throng
True enough it happened in the silence of this song
I’m entering this ocean and the dot you see is me
Am I waving as I fade into the sea?
All they could teach me was exactly how to drown
And the cruelest aspect is they can’t hear my sound
Skip the playlist and love the things you lack
Learn to know the artist, don’t blindly follow back
You’re the fade out and I’m the sudden end
If you be my coastguard then I will be your friend
You can see me waving from the edges of the sea
If I could keep on floating I could learn to shelter me
You’re getting smaller every time I stare
I feel these waves and I’m learning not to care about you
The Trip
It’s 4:18 in the morning and the first smile has arrived
As I light my first cigarette - The only one I need
The coffee is Italian and it’s bitter as betrayal
And the froth’s as white as seagulls that are standing in the hail
I’m going on a journey - I’m free within my car
I’m playing Death Cab For Cutie and I’m travelling so far
And the tempo makes me faster in the slow lane of my life
And the sun still makes me dizzy as I drive away from me
Blindfold the sun and our laughter’s on the run
From emotion hidden well from those who fear to think themselves
Mindful the one who gives without asking for the truth we belong to
We are coloured through our spirit selves
Found Ourselves
Turns out this was the last day we could see
I’m in need of some mortal strategy
Gonna sit out on this crumbling balcony
And stare towards the waves
We could walk yet another hundred miles
Just to find another one of those unforced smiles
That would make it thoroughly worthwhile to find the hope
They’ve been teaching us to want
So that time is always lost
We’ve been learning how to find it
And not caring about the cost
All the stable introverts with the brains that smell the dirt
Writing songs that like to flirt with all the haters
They’ve been teaching us to want
So that time is always gone
We’ve been learning how to find it
And not caring about the cost
We could give it all away
If it showed the way to love
We know a day ain’t wasted
We might have lost the summer but at least we found ourselves
Mother’s Domain
Another question from the boy
He is inquisitive yet knowing
And she shelters his tiny soul
She knows there’ll be a broken heart
And fear may break his longest stride
She’ll do her best to nurture anything called courage
She might try to hide him in the rushes
When her embrace doesn’t seem quite enough
We are restrained
Try to contain
Sheltered from pain
This mother’s domain
From where he came - It feels the shame - Keeping her sane - This mother’s domain
He’s kicking little pebbles along his Brighton Beach
Oblivious to sorrow and joyous to the now
The point of being present so natural and devout
Is a boy who knows no weapons
And she’s singing him to manhood
She’s is showing him a type of man who’s naturally curious
Who can channel him to kind
She just knows it’s third time lucky bring a child it’s inner peace
This time it feels so natural with a boy who knows no weapons
Gaia
Here we are so contained as she will drift away
Open space as we embrace what we thought she’d lost
Watch the nature. Watch the fuss
This all seems so irrelevant to us
All these dots that fuse and spin
Hoping for a silence whilst the chaos seems to win
Hoping she still loves us. Hoping she still cares for us
You’re feeling safe without a signal
Now there’s nothing more
Hold the branches towards your body
Feel them in your arms
This is Gaia she feels unsteady
She is asking to be alone
This is Gaia she is not ready to die upon this throne
This Chaos
Your regression to the mean your bias and your leaning
To support the hidden meaning
Whilst we fade to the final scene with our spectacles made of rose
These spectacles and shows
When everyone knows pretty well what’s pushed out from this citadel
Is a message without feeling
I keep wanting to tear the pages
I get ridiculed for my rages
Our views have no redeeming features
I guess these creatures must meet us upon a chosen hill yes they will
Have the will to find the treasure in our hearts
Will the soul be taking part? Is the soul afraid to start?
Their flags are on the stage with shirts of fearful slogans
They’re triggered can’t you tell?
They scaled the hallowed walls but they cower in the basement
This history will never sell
I guess these creatures must meet us upon a chosen hill yes they will
Have the will to find the treasure in our hearts
Will the soul be taking part? Is the soul afraid to start?
It’s 1933 again and the boots are on the ground
The simple men are coming we can hear their angry sound
The sound of their angry whining (they got guns for your complaint)
They claim it’s about their freedom but dark is their intent
They whipped you to a frenzy they whipped you up real good
And moulded all your tiny minds to think they stole from you
I know that nothing’s perfect but you think we’re less than you
The shrinking of your privilege when equality steals from you
He hides inside his White House with his sycophantic men
Choosing hate instead of love to enrage compliant men
I’m not sure how we’re going to soothe these stinging wounds
Keep trying to be kind
Your Phone Does Not Love You
Give me love Give me Love NOW
Tendrils
This language is designed - It zooms through the ether
And no time for the earnest kind
It is guilty and we are lost
The deck of this cruise ship is glinting in the frost
These glimpses of their gamma rays
Their Rome is collapsing from the anger of the slaves
Floating villages avoid the throng
This quartet of commoners just get told to play the song
We’re the snowflakes in the sand that have melted by your hand
Coliseums start to fall these sorry Romans that own it all
We’re the snowflakes avert your gaze
We have melted in your haze
Your Rome is falling into the sand
We’re the tendrils from the land
They’re shuddering in their getaways
The Rome that’s collapsing from the anger of the slaves
The avoidance of all the doubt
Whilst their money lies idle in a vault we’ll empty out
Mr Gaslight
Her mind a graveyard let’s pay a visit
To touch the granite to make it real
The flowers are wilted within her memory
A force of habit that she can’t heal
So hear the image of pathetic rage
He calls at midnight and storms the stage
The door is bolted from outside
He wants her zeroed and terrified
The fist-shaped holes in walls she’s a thousand yard stare now
Mr Gaslight runs the show but she will learn to run one day
She will find herself standing on her own
Without this demon sucking on her soul
She feels the panic setting in
The reddened skin upon her wrists
The skinless knuckles and tightened fists
An unholy monster with bloodied shin
Conceal with makeup the tears she hides
Force the smile - Her brave face on
Worried friends sensing something
Sense the fray (but not quite yet)
The fist-shaped holes in walls and his pleading midnight calls
Mr Gaslight can make his claims but she will learn to run one day
She will find herself standing on her own
Without this demon sucking on her soul
She may feel there’s no escape but there is dear girl
Hold on for us
Those fist shaped holes in the walls and his pleading midnight calls
Mr Gaslight will make his claim but she will learn to run one day
Those fist shaped holes in walls
Muffled cries behind the doors
Mr Gaslight will meet his end
And she will learn to love again
She will learn to love again
Zul
If you ask him how he is the quickest one to answer
And he answers it with love: the natural thing to do
He’s got a champion smile and if he could know his power
And if the clouds could beckon him he’d only know his worth
There’s so many that miss him so many open doors
But he’s shackled to his loyalty on these Canadian shores
He’d run to the fire that burned within your soul
And he would hold his hand out for you
C’mon Zul don’t you go we’ve got time for another more
We’ve got cash and we’ve got time so grab yourself another wine
C’mon Zul it’s looking great there’s another bar in every state
So keep on smiling like you do - you’re the champion of being cool
Icarus
I was staring at the son and his light so bright it blinded
How this Icarus collided with adult world
With a life that’d just begun and my pride upon his sleeve
Things were so hard to believe could this be true?
This chaos is too hard to bear
Finding it hard to show that I care
Don’t you dare keep it all inside
This is not about duty, this all about your pride
This song is for the ones who fall
Sometimes the trauma that feels hard to bear
Will carry you forward to a place you can share
Look back at this chaos with eyes on a prize
You’ll learn to feel privileged whilst you learn to be wise
This chaos is too hard to bear
Finding it hard to show I care for you
Don’t you dare keep it all inside
This is not about duty, this all about your pride
This song is for the ones who fall
So the wax upon your wings melted by their sanctions
And their business-like reactions my dear Icarus
And the iron fist’s are gone so now Icarus can move on
And it’s time to say ‘So long’
This chaos is too hard to bear
Finding it hard to show I care
Don’t you dare keep it all inside
This is not about duty, this all about your pride
What you’re sensing, what you felt
Your fragile wings weren’t supposed to melt
As you watch them fade from view you should now what to do
Such bad timing that happened but they were thieving your oxygen
Stand up tall now you’ll make it through
Keep on shining the sky’s so blue
Keep on falling Keep on shining
Faded Grace
Faded Grace. The mirror can lie no more. These jaded faces staring back at us, etched and forlorn. We shadow box our virtue, knowing youth has run the line. Blame it on those sleepless nights whilst cornered by the advance of time. We all need sincerity to admit to the crime of wasting our youth in the passage of time. Let’s focus on beauty that is hidden within, so dish out the kindness (don’t spread it so thin)
Faded Grace I’ve come to love you so. Now youth’s escaped, you’re all I know. Faded Grace? There was a time we could do no harm . Our secret place of peace and un-fractured calm. We’re oblivious to rusted emotions and hearts that have dried in the wind. To be fond of the march towards older must relinquish the beauty that’s thin. We all need sincerity to admit to the crime of wasting our youth in the passage of time. Let’s focus on beauty that is hidden within, so dish out the kindness don’t spread it so thin Faded Grace. I’ve come to love you so. Now youth’s escaped you’re all I know. I must accept my fate and go with your flow. This faded grace I love you so, Faded Grace. Please hold me in your arms. Surrender to your embrace and I’ll love your stubborn charms.
Melancholy Words
This crowded prison : My broken mind
Make room for wisdom when they’re not kind
Should I feel open?
Palms to the sun?
If I should envision. Can this be done?
I feel things closing. We’re running scared
Blistered heels: we run towards the beauty to find that nothing’s shared
We all desire a lifetime of Sunday’s buried deep beneath the quilt of knowing
Please let us all sleep
They keep creeping in like a cold hand on the back
How I wish I was unknowing! The cracks are showing
These melancholy words keep on flowing…
Neowise
Time to open up the houses ‘cos the Coliseum is dead! They’ve dithered with your life again (forgotten what they said) Your herd is in the killing pen and they’re moving far away. Here is the proclamation: Rome will be burnt on this day.
I know that he is watching looking straight at us.
I can hear him sighing
He can’t hear your pain I know that he is watching
Looking straight at us
I can’t hear him sighing He can’t hear your pain