Crystal Mass (Tear Garden)
Lament
Merciful angel, you've always been there. When it all got too painful, I was mad with despair. Lying down in the ruins, tied with wires to this chair. You'd just point to a new star, I'd follow you there. I'd follow anywhere.Follow blind 'cause I trust you: I'm willing, I'll dare. What I don't see won't hurt me, I'll follow you there. I'll follow anywhere.
Calling you now 'cause it's worse than before. When I look to the sky I see only a door, and it's black and it's bolted and it's locked from inside. So I guess things have changed, you have something to hide. You've something to hide.
You were the way, and the truth, and the light. Thought you had all the answers, I'd follow you blind.
Follow blind 'cause I trust you: I'm willing, I'll try What I don't see won't hurt me, so give me a sign. Give me a sign.
The Double Spades Effect
Don't try to bluff, I'm wearing these shades. I anticipate the moves that you make. I'm calling you now, I'm watching you sweat, I'm shaking you down. If you were my friend, well, I'd hit you now. I must stay ahead, I'm checking the scores, beginning to end. It's you who shouts more, but me who has led, yet you're shouting more. We'll come to the end, and I'll lose this war. Oh you've changed the law, yes you changed the law. Less is more.Desert Island Disc
Can you recall that little boy with blood-red hair? He'd kick your chair, he'd twist your arm, he didn't care. Did you ever wonder what became of Billy-Boy? Wonderboy, the teacher's pet. Come in Billy, take a seat, let's hear about the fun you had.This is your life: shake Billy's hand, kiss Billy's wife. This is your life.
Remember George, who took it all against the wall? As George the Frisbee, George the ball, he'd whistle as he'd fly, and you'd stand by and cheer the guys on. How's your karma? Did you ever wonder what became of Rubber George?
This is your life: shake Georgie's hand, but watch his knife. This is your life.
Remember Joan, you met her on the phone that night alone you felt frustrated. Joan, the she-wolf in the shower, always in the shower. Did you ever wonder what became of Joan the Moan?
This is your life: shake Joanie's gland, kiss her wife. This is your life, and it's over.
Hopeful
What if the demons are dying, but fighting as they fade? What if this last big battle is just a shadow-play? What waits on the other side when the fear has gone away? Was it all for nothing? Will they stand there laughing? Will they see you naked? Where're you gonna hide?If you can see it coming you'd better be prepared: cast your fate on the wind that's blowing through your hair. Walk upon this fragile world like you're walking on air. It was all for something. They will see you laughing. They will see you naked, nothing left to hide.
Fear has gone away ...
Her Majesty's Trusted Food Taster
This one's frivolous, it's laughing, laughing loudly on my tongue. I think (???) but sadly, sadly it's me who gets the crumbs. I shall nibble with respect, ma'am. I shall pass on all the rest, ma'am. Lick your fingers, I shall crawl, ma'am. Crawl up to you on my knees.I get the peas, I get the peel, I get the pips, I pass the rest ...
A lovely service, but confess: now did you cheat while playing chess? Rattling sabers on your breast, ma'am. This job's okay, but has no prospects, ma'am.
I get the peas, I get the peel, I get the pips, I pass the rest ...
Castaway
Raised by wolves, abandoned, forced to stalk you, haunt your neighborhood. But full moon shocked, they raised their rifles, whites of eyes on stronger. Slipped through cracks across your wall, I scrape the sand now from your souls, and eat your heart out, and it's cold.See me ... you won't see me at your door
Huddling, howling with regret, there is no pleasure. Can't forget the faces or the fear, the fires.
See me ... you won't see me at your door
Feathered Friends
Smoky Joe's done firing, no use hosing the remains. Now we've got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes. Now we've got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains. And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame. But we are shouting, we are shouting. We are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh ...I guess there won't be a model like those folks in old Pompeii, like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, darkest dungeons in Marseille, with kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking (out again?) Now we are shouting, we are shouting. We are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh ...
We're your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved. They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard. Now I really need to scratch, it's torture that these kids have gone (and sent them?) for the birds. For the birds ... I'm shouting, I'm shouting. I'm screaming, I'm screaming, for the birds, for the birds!
To Mourn the Death of Colour
Been here long enough now, I'm fighting the effect. Through many sunsets, dancing bones, gargling architects, a night that's old, a floor that's floating. I'd like to make a bet that you will drag me to your room, my bloody bride, and get me pleading for the pill. The precious pill, to switch it off now. Switch it off now, and let me sleep. Switch it off now, I'm sick of counting sheep. Switch it off now, I'm down here on my knees, saying please.The needle is a lady, and a lady needs respect. In trembling hands, she feels uneasy, she's liable to fret. And then to punish, then to tease, she'll strip you, shoot you in the knees, but she will never ever leave. Switch it off now, let me sleep. Switch it off now, I said I'm sick of counting sheep. Switch it off now, I'm down here on my knees, I'm saying please. Please ... (Sample: "I thought I was talking to myself") Please ... (Sample: "You MUST believe me") Please ...