Thea Gilmore Album

Through the iron winter to the fires of June
Through the five o'clock skyline to the deadlocked moon
There's a flickering figure dancing alone
Making her junk pictures out of rags and bones

Where the vapour is rising between the seedling and the vine
And though the shadows in waiting are wasting their time
‘Cause my veins are tracking street maps and the compass and the stones
And I'm still making my junk pictures out of rags and bones

Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail
Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change
Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail
And in my rags and bones

Now it's the fist through the window, it's the wine that you brought
It's a far cry from the shackles of cognitive thought
It's the lines on the fridge door, just see how they've grown
Up from little junk pictures made from rags and bones

Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail
Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change
Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail
And in the rags and bones

And now the candle's flickered out, the walls have been built
And they are racking up the weapons of blood and piss and guilt
Voices have been silenced, but they belong to anyone
And these little junk pictures made from rags and bones
And these little junk pictures made from rags and bones
Rags and bones

Well, have you heard the broken English?
Have you heard the chorus line?
Have you heard they're taking aim now
And taking their own sweet time?
Have you heard the cards are on the green?
Have you heard what they have seen?
Oh, have you heard?

And have you heard the towers are shaking?
Heard the Bible isn't true?
Have you heard that you're mistaken
To want something to cling to?
Have you heard the record they've got playing?
Have you heard what they've been saying?
Have you heard?

And have you heard they came for money?
Have you heard they picked the fight?
Heard we'd be marching into glory
If we could paint it black and white?
Have you heard the visions of the blind?
Have you heard what they will find?
Oh, have you heard?
Oh, have you heard?
Have you heard?

Have you heard they loaded up the needle?
Have you heard they know the cure?
Heard both the beauty and the evil
Have their feet nailed to the floor?
Have you heard about the smoke?
Have you heard this little joke?
Well, have you heard?

And have you heard that you're a liar?
Have you heard the music died?
Have you heard that the Messiah
Went and joined the other side?
Have you heard what I'm about?
Have you heard I got found out?
Well, have you heard?
Well, have you heard?
Well, have you heard?

And have you heard the altars crumbling?
Have you heard they sold His blood?
Can you hear the ship is coming
From the creaking of the wood?
Have you heard the 61 salutes?
Have you heard the simple truth?
Well, have you heard?

Have you heard the 61 salutes?
Can you hear the simple truth?
What a swell party this is
And have you heard?
Well, have you heard?
And have you heard?

They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls
of your old bedroom
And Friday night is going to free-fall,
through Club Rust, angel dust and sweet perfume
And you remind me of some art-house black and white I saw
they'd coloured it with chalk
And are you wise? Wise beyond your years or,
or are you all talk?

Now, don't you think something's gotta happen soon?
It's been so long now since they changed that tune
Oh, Juliet keep that in mind

Well there is something so beautifully chic
about burning out so young
When you accessorise with bruises on your cheek
and cool tricks of the tongue
You're spending Saturday alone drowning heartache out
with cheap red wine
I know you want to make the news but lately all you do
is memorise the headlines

Now, don't you think something's gotta happen soon?
It's been so long now since they changed that tune
Oh, Juliet keep that in mind

Sometimes you'll count the days
And sometimes you'll just slip away
There are watches to unwind
And ladders still to climb

Now, don't you think something's gotta happen soon?
It's been so long now since they changed that tune.
Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
Don't you think something's gotta happen soon?
It's been so long now since they changed that tune.
Oh, Juliet keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
Keep that in mind
Juliet
Juliet

3pm. Blue as a road sign
With a gag and some cheap wine
Sun's in my eyes between
The smoke trails of aircraft
The kite tails and light shafts
There's a language in the sky
There are bones
Hiding under the viaduct
Sweeping down by the railway line
Making wagers with the day
There's a rumour
Dirty as a chimneystack
Quiet as roadkill
On the northbound carriageway

And who's gonna raise a hand
When all we were taught to do is dance
Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche

Well, they sold you
Back your outrage
In a neat little shrink wrap
And a beautiful face and you think
You've found your purpose
Well, they've been trailing the breadcrumbs
Of a water-tight case
So you're shouting
You're shouting softly
So no one can hear you
And get the wrong idea
But behind
The closing eye of the tabloids
We will be waiting
And we'll say it clearly

‘Cause who's gonna raise a hand
When all we were taught to do is dance
Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche

3pm. Blue as a road sign
With a gag and some cheap wine
Sun's in my eyes between
The smoke trails of aircraft
The kite tails and light shafts
There's a language in the sky
There's a language in the sky
There's a language in the sky

Headstrong, heavy weather
Going at it Hell-for-leather
Red lights flashing on
Some little pop song
Boys get out your Balzac
The Empire's gonna strike back
The critics and the diplomats are living in a tin shack

Break-neck, full-tilt
Climb the ladders they built
Angels in the abattoir
Junking up a good guitar
Stale city bandwidth
You don't get the language
But don't pick on the girl who's only turning on the light switch

Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Or are you going to make like lightning?
Are you going to swim the mainstream?

Heads-up, they'll say
History was a big mistake
Chews you up, spits you out
Then asks you what the lip's about
An old tin army
A young James Dean
And another kinda war that is waging in your bloodstream

A wildfire, wild-card
This girl's been barred
They drew the weapons, read the rules
Sent the rebels back to school
They'll book you for the next crime
Get you in the nick of time
So don't trust the captain who is sailing in a straight line

Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Or are you going to make lie lightning?
Are you going to swim the mainstream?

Now say your prayers, stay polite
Busy saving daylight
Age plays dirty tricks
You're looking like a counterfeit
He's gonna train us
Can you really blame us?
If we grow up we're all going to be famous

Up in the midnight blue,
That's where I'm going to
Up where the sirens scream
Through every misplaced dream
Up with the Pirate Moon

In bloody monochrome
That's where I'll call my home
Up where the stars will die
Before they can reach your eyes
Up with the Pirate Moon

Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home

Above the mirrored sea
That's where I'm gonna be
Up where the whisper fails
The scar tissue of vapour trails
Up with the Pirate Moon

Up in the cloud ballet
That's where I'm going to stay
I could just disappear
You cannot reach me here
Up with the Pirate Moon

Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home
With the Pirate Moon
With the Pirate Moon

You have narrowed it down to pictures of memory
You have narrowed it down to dots on a screen
You have narrowed it down to the few or the many
You have narrowed it down 'till there's no space between

You have narrowed it down to the heat or the fever
You have narrowed it down to opinion or blood
You have narrowed it down to belief or believer
You have narrowed it down to a drought or a flood

You are missing the mark, you are sitting alone
Saying it's a long way to Berlin for some painted stone
It's a long way to China where a boy once stood
And it's a long way to Calvary for some nails and wood

You have narrowed it down to hate or be hated
You have narrowed it down, you have covered your eyes
You have narrowed it down to the line you created
You have narrowed it down so you don't have to try

You are missing the mark, you are sitting alone
Saying it's a long way to Berlin for some painted stone
It's a long way to China where a boy once stood
And it's a long way to Calvary for some nails and wood

And you have narrowed it down to the blinkers of reason
You have narrowed it down to the fingers of chance
You have narrowed it down to a soul for a season
You have narrowed it down to the fight or the dance
You have narrowed it down to the fight or the dance

I love you like a whisper
I love you all alone
I love you like a murder, babe
I'm burying the bones
I love you like the last shot
At the bottom of the bottle
I love you razor valentine

And I love you like the dancing dust
I love you like the static
I love you like the tarmac
Loves the kiss of morning traffic
I love you like the factory smoke
Wraps it arms around the sky
I love you razor valentine

Oh, I've been moving kind of slow, don't you think so?
Oh, I've been taming bloody hearts into valentines

I love you like a ruin, babe
I love you like a crime
I love you like a drunk
At the sound of closing time
I love you as the seconds on my tongue
Are running wild
I love you razor valentine.

Oh, I've been moving kind of slow, don't you think so?
Oh, I've been taming bloody hearts into valentines

I love you like a whisper
I love you all alone
I love you like a murder, babe
I'm burying the bones
I love you like the last shot
At the bottom of the bottle
I love you razor valentine
I love you razor valentine

God knows, God knows the direction
We're heading in tonight
God knows, God knows that when we're gone
They'll paint our shadows white
And God knows, God knows most wars are lost
Before they even start
And God knows, God knows you'll count the cost
With blood or with your heart
With your heart

And I know it all worked out wrong
I know the next line to your cradle song

God knows, God knows the sky lit up
As the theatre closed down
I think you know I still love you
You're still the brightest glow around

God knows, God knows the seasons change
And summer came and went
God knows, God knows we've all got one
A favourite descent
Oh baby, we'll soldier on
To the final righteous breath
God knows, God knows the heart has gone
We've just got roses left
Roses left

There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust
A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust
No, I'm not after crashing parties, I want your cobweb soul
And believe me, heads will roll

Do you watch the latest traumas in radiation dots?
Or the wide-eyed executioner; gunpowder, treason, plot
Is there an ugly little mirror living down there in your hole?
Just take a good look and heads will roll

Did you think that you'd scrape by
To all the fault-lines you have seen?
Did you think you could deny
The shit you're standing in?

So concrete runs in rivers but there's sugar here to suck
And absolution dot com delivers with a little bit of luck
Now there's no new ground being broken, you're just doing what you're told
But any day now heads will roll

Did you think that you'd scrape by
To all the fault-lines you have seen?
Did you think you could deny
The shit you're standing in?

There's gonna be a reckoning, there's gonna be a chase
There's gonna be a hand to wipe that smile off your face
There's gonna be a sunset, you're gonna lose control
I'm telling you now, heads will roll
I'm telling you now, heads will roll

Indian Summer
Toronto sings
This is the gateway
To everything
Heading south down
The pan American
Lord give me eight months
Eight months
To get it done

Fortaleza
Would make you cry
Cold canyon sunrise
Russian vines
I'll catch these days as
Londons' leaves fall
Lord give me eight months
Eight months
To see it all

Aurora Borealis
The Blue daystar
I'm chasing sunsets, cities and taillights
To get that far

Cut the sky to
Wellington
Then Sydney bathing
In blue neon
Karakorams to rest
In purple skies
Lord Give me eight months
Eight months
To open my eyes

Lord Give me eight months
Eight months
To open my eyes

Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound
I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground
And I don't know who'll speak first
It doesn't matter anyway tonight
Let's be best strangers
They closed the bar an hour ago
Last train whistles down the track
But I see something growing up from the cracks

I'll show you my heart if you'll show me yours
Were you wild and unique babe or just par for the course?
What have we got to lose, anyway?
From one drunk to another, I think what I'm trying to say
Some mirrors have been broken
And some things pull you back
But I see something growing up from the cracks

We've both seen the thunder that's coming in low
And each day tries to run you right off the road
But if you listen out for the sound
We'll get a thousand hooves drumming in this one horse town, and
The lights are out on the west side
They'll paint the sky in black
I swear I see something shining up from the cracks

And they closed this bar an hour ago
Last train whistles down the track
But I see something growing up from the cracks