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Music In Mouth (2003)
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I need some crayon light
I need some colouring in
I need somebody who's going to give in

I need my own moon landing
I need a mission to Mars
I need to carry out repairs by the light of your star

You say you're missing my voice now
Yea, I'm missing it too
I'm missing my voice when it's talking to you

I'm hearing your voice now
And here I go again
Coming over like mist be coming rain

All this serves to tell me
Is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all
All this serves to tell me is maybe only snakes
Like the one in the garden that has to crawl

All this serves to tell me
Is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all
All this serves to tell me is maybe only snakes
Like the one in the garden fucked it all

I need to smile like an Angel
I need to smile like a Fool
I need to smile like I'm pissing

. . .



I should have known
By the arc of the empty wine glass
I should have known
'Cos you step on, don't walk over cracks
Looking over my shoulder
To see you looking back over yours
But you were paying the ferryman
Even after Chris said don't

But you're not Maud Gonne
Not Maud Gonne
No you're not Maude Gonne

You're not Maud Gonne
But then again neither was she
The only one talking now
Is my alphabet soup
I'd say you'd like children
But you couldn't eat a whole one
The only one talking now
Is my alphabet soup
And he's on a loop

I should have known
But I only caught a glimpse
I should have known
It was a beautiful
Red wine soaked glimpse
I was other peoples' children
I could always be sent home
In front of someone else's
Blue screen
For someone else's show

What's that you're saying to me
Tomato coated spaghetti?


. . .



I went 'round to stand in your hall
To watch you descend
While your taxi slowed
Outside my home
For the last drive by
I went 'round for to fill your sail

What a way to wake
What a way to wake
We're cracking with the break of day

And God gave us guts
To have feelings, to spill
But why would you let them show
When they look like this

What a way to wake
What a way to wake
We're cracking with the break of day

Break the day
Break the day
With your fire light

. . .



You left it, I sent it
I want it back
You left it, I sent it
I want it back

If I had you here, I'd clip your wings
Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin
This plan of mine is oh so very lame
Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains

You left, I died,
I went and you cried
You came, I think
But I never really know
I've served my time
I've watched you climb
The wrong incline
But what do I know

Accept it, Don't let it
Turn the screw
Accept it, And let it
Scream back at you

Now this applies both equally to you and I
The only thing we share
Is the same sky
These empty metaphors
They're all in vain
Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains

In the garden Snake was a charmin'
And Eve said let's give it a try
Now lead us not into temptation
But no matter how hard I try
When in the garden and
Snake is a charmin'
And Eve says let's give it a try
Eve is the apple of my eye

And I lie behind you
And a cradle you in the palm of me
And I pat your hair down
I think will we sink or swim?

. . .



It was part of our experiment
Went you said go and I went
like a gooseberry on Noah's ark

I watched them file in two by two
And I set sail without you
And we were carried on the flood of your tears

Time pulls a face when I'm next to you
Let's hope the wind changes
Time pulled a face when I'm next to you
Let's hope the wind changes

Now I'm looking for dry land
As all this crying subsides
But I'm like Columbus in India

I'm a little all over the shop
Like those souvenirs from Knock
that come all the way from China

Time pulls a face when I'm next to you
Let's hope the wind changes
Time pulled a face when I'm next to you
Let's hope the wind changes

'Cos we'd be stuck in this place
For an age or two
I hope the wind changes
And the vacuum in space will draw me to you
I hope the wind changes


. . .



She asked me to work on that knot
Now I've been at that
Coalface some time
I've been trying to untie that knot
I'm trying to work it to a soft spot
And lie there a while
Just south of her shoulder
And west of her spine

Now you'd think that I could
Untie that knot
I'm the one who put it there in
The first place
But it's like trying to remember
Where you've buried treasure
Well I've a vague idea
But it was under the pale moon light
And I was south of her shoulder
And west of her spine

Sometimes early in the morning
I watch her breathing rise and fall
I've spilled in drunk beside her
In the stillness of dawn
See how her hair spills over
Like frayed ends of twine
All wild and wrapped around her
Like these wandering arms of mine
Well I hope they find a soft spot
Where I can lie for a while
Just south of her shoulder
And west of her spine

Now careful not to wake her
I trace back along the twine
To where her never endings sing
Of too much of my time

It's here I'll rest my chin
And breathe her deep and smile
For I think I've found a soft spot
and I'll lie here a while
It's here I'll raise my flag
And claim this land as mine
Just south of her shoulder

. . .



Out into pitch black
Where the moon lay upon its back
Driving deep into the throat
of the countryside

Strapped tight into
Centre of scene
Starry open attic night

No headline hits happen here
About what do I write
So sad the pull I feel
Is a push into out of sight

Hard not to look behind
when there's something
On your back
On your soul
On your mind
Let time pass by
Circles fly
Time can wet and roll a
Tear from the eye

Strapped tight into
Centre of scene
Starry open attic night

No headline hits happen here
About what do I write
So sad the pull I feel

. . .



This one's for you
This one's for me
This one's for you
This one's for me
I've got a nervous feeling over you
But who am I fooling,
I like airline food

I need to feel whole
I need to feel young again
I need to be bold
and start using my tongue again
They can laugh as they cry
They can cut till I bleed
But I ain't losing

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I'll finish this jigsaw
I'll find the pieces behind the couch
I dream we were slowdancing
I dream I knew your name
Between sleep and waking we're drinking flavoured vodka in bed
And when I wake I'm all the King's horses and all King's men

I make wild laughing rivers
from streams
Above white water noise
no-one can hear my screams

I threw my eyes to heaven
and I asked for a sign
They said I can get back my yesterday
if I cross the date line
But I'm sick of all this hope
Sometimes the stars are not enough
I'm sick of all this hope
Sometimes the stars are too much

I make wild laughing rivers
from streams
Above white water noise
no-one can hear my screams


. . .



My book has more bookmarks than pages
'Cos it take me ages
Or is everybody reading
Is everybody reading

Standing on a black Ulster hill
I never fear the chill
'Cos everybody's holding
Everybody's holding

I wouldn't swap the pain
For never knowing you
I wouldn't swap the pain
It was worth it for the view

My book has more bookmarks than pages
'Cos it take me ages
Or is everybody reading
Is everybody reading

Of a sparkling Medusa
With snakes of cerise and blue
And though we're all pillars of salt now
it was worth is for the view

I wouldn't swap the pain
For never knowing you
I wouldn't swap the pain
'Cos it was worth it for the view

We're still watching
Your rainbow through the shower
And we still see you
In every sunflower
We're still watching
I make days from the hours
And I still see you
In every sunflower
Every screaming sunflower


. . .



What's with the angel
and what's with the devil
They keep swapping shoulders
and I can't tell which from which
"Will you be my Kriskindle?
Will you be my better nature?"
says one to the other
But I think they're only showing off

I caught them play poker
and I think it was the devil who said
"I'll see your heart
and I'll raise you mine"

Yea, they keep swapping shoulders
I think there's something going on
"Will you be my sweet pea?
Will you be the card up my sleeve?"
says one to the other
and this time they hold their gaze
for too long

Now they're playing poker
and this time it's the angel who says
"I'll see your heart
and I'll raise you mine"

This is the story of the angel
who played poker with the devil
in the Garden of Eden
before it all went pear shaped

They said
"I'll see your heart

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