| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:52 | 
|
|||
|
Always cause for concern
When you're feeling quite bright And your filament burns I feel mysterious today Everything is humming loudly I feel mysterious today Everything is coming this way Is it ever appealing To stand on a ceiling? Observe the tension grow Going walking abroad Minus hat before dawn Bats in profusion there Did you ever conceive That you too can leave Exactly when you like? |
||||||
| 2. |
| 2:11 |
|
|||
|
Two people in a room
Facial movements betray A private display Of nervous disorder And mutual torture Two people in a room Bloody image is conjured But no one is injured The weapons are chosen But the action is frozen Two people in a room Positions are shifted The ceasefire uplifted The lighting is fierce It's intended to pierce Any cloak of deceit And encourage retreat And God they're so gifted My God they're so gifted |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:05 |
|
|||
|
Reviewed, it seemed
As if someone were watching over it Before it was As if response were based on fact Providing, deciding, it was soon there Squared to it, faced to it, it was not there Renewed, it fought As if it had a cause to live for Denied, it learned As if it had sooner been destroyed Providing, deciding, it was soon there Squared to it, faced to it, it was not there Reviewed, it fought As if someone were watching over it Before it had sooner been denied Renewed, it seemed As if it had a cause to live for Destroyed, it was later based on fact |
||||||
| 4. |
| 2:08 |
|
|||
|
The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feedi |
||||||
| 5. |
| 2:24 |
|
|||
|
I've found something
No one else is looking for I've found something That there's no use for And what's more I'm keeping it to myself I'm leaning over backwards Shoulders pressed to the floor I'm leaning over backwards Shoulders pressed to the door Two falls or one submission Or a single K.O. Two falls or one submission Or a single K.O. But what's one submission Amongst friends? |
||||||
| 6. |
| 6:57 |
|
|||
|
With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
||||||
| 7. |
| 2:07 |
|
|||
|
I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse 'Cause you think you understand |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:28 |
|
|||
|
As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend
That I was anything less than concerned Hearing of your troubles Has forced me to double My interest in your current affairs It's no use despising a new unknown horizon Now your son has set his sights on the moon So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision And altered the pitch of your tune Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear While savagely your love you prune For he might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old with the moon In March, April, May, and June July, August, September, soon He might replace the old with the moon It could be October November, or even December So in January and February, remember He might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old quite soon |
||||||
| 9. |
| 3:27 |
|
|||
|
Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:23 |
|
|||
|
It's sinister
I'd attempt a casual structure Preceding interaction Symphonic in persuasion Noblesse oblige Each minister Is just a drop compared with Having double vision It's desirable in part Refuse the ruse Deciding each devise If you don't think twice Once is enough, once is enough Preparing its demise It's something you'll devise Once is enough, once is enough In passing You sprang a leak instead You'd sooner see its piety You'd replied in its course Before you Resume transmission You retiring I'll respond with curtained thought A pause for intermission My advice is simple |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:40 | 
|
|||
| 12. |
| 3:36 |
|
|||
|
You gained respect as we passed
Not a wave, a gestured wink I was forced to think I couldn't ignore I've seen you before Joking aside, face to face It's the one I cannot place A hint might enlarge your imprint I think I've had a taste of a savoury Denial would be a waste Lying prone Hiding in a column, between SALE and ZDRK Sky, sand, and moorland, shepherd's delight But not in the sun Which stops you from walking I might find you But I lack the patience Passed a corner, you'd been stolen Ate a meal, you'd been defaced |
||||||
| 13. |
| 3:28 |
|
|||
|
I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
||||||
| 14. |
| 3:04 |
|
|||
| 15. |
| 4:29 |
|
|||
| 16. |
| 3:22 |
|
|||
| 17. |
| 3:33 |
|
|||
| 18. |
| 4:01 |
|
|||
|
