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The Heroes
04:54
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It is closed now, those days dissolved
So the caretaker drank the last of the spirit
That we paid him
We won't look back, the dust can fall
At least that's we told ourselves each time
We haunted that old hall.
It's where we began, it's where we were born
Where we dreamed of the heroes we'd be
When the daggers were drawn.
They rise up now, they still inspire
And the toasts that we raise to the ghosts that we loved
Are still sweet
We won't hold fire, say what you like
But we've lived every day at the edge
Come what may
And we won't fall.
It is quiet now, the weeds grow tall
And there's only the moan of the wind
And the glass on the floor
We moved on, we spared no thought
For the years that we'd-spend fighting hard till the end
Life's too short
It's what we've become, it's what we had planned
We believed all along in the beer and the song
And the band.
It's where we began, it's where we were born
Where we dreamed every day of the heroes we'd be.
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The King
06:02
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The king of dark-arts has been stashing his cash
He’s got to make sure it’s all good
His investments are strong and protected
They’d take it away if they could.
It’s all in a bank in a sunny location
It’s making him more than the rate of inflation
Accruing and doing a capital job
Away from the gaze of the desperate mob
There’s a body face down in the moat that he built
Cushioned and still in the weed and the silt
The circling carp are preparing to feast
On the eyes and the brains of the lately deceased
The king of dark-arts was condolent and bland
When they dredged up the corpse from his slough
He offered the family the use of his crane
And asked them what they would do now
Who banged on the gates that were fastened and locked
Who looked at the tower as the hammer was cocked
Who pictured the days full of hope and desire
Who squeezed and fell headlong to sleep in the mire
Clean up the body and borrow the cash
To convert it from fishfood to silvery ash
And scatter our hopes on your closely mown banks
Tipping our caps in a gesture of thanks.
For the drip of the tap that you’ve tightened as hard
As the strings of your heart that you keep under guard
With the lights you could shine down on so many lives
That you’ve chosen to sell with the guns and the knives.
The king of dark-arts has been weighing it up
Satisfied that the poor pose no threat
And he closes the windows and returns to the fray....
The king of dark arts!
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The City
06:15
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It’s another lucky day and I get to climb these walls
Another 24 on the great big spinning ball
They've ripped out the heart of the city and waved it in front of our eyes
Torn it to shreds with no pity as the last breaths expire to the sighs
Of the things that we all took for granted, those that steeped us in faith are all gone
The things that we shared and the risks we all dared to take when the beat drove us on
Will I leave?
We prayed as it reached a crescendo, when it sucked out the facts that remained
And that universe melted and ended in the white hot success that they claimed
And all that was left were the spaces in the crucified minds of the poor
We were famished and dry and too tired to cry as the dead came to beat down the door...
We watched as the birds left the towers, they flew as the wind tore away
The hopes and the cares of so many, in the storm of that last dying day
And the things that were solid and steadfast were uprooted and slashed with their knives
And the last that we knew, we were broken and blue in the hollowed-out shells of our lives.
And if I stay in hope or in fear, I will rejoice and I won’t shed a tear
On this day, destroyed or redeemed, I will have lived where so many just seemed
And if my fate, on you should depend, I’ll stand by my words and will always defend
What I say, believed or ignored, I know those who live by it die by the sword...
And one day fulfilled or forlorn, I will be stripped as the day I was born.
What I take, redeemed or condemned, I will hold dear as the love that you gave me my friends.
Another lucky day
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4. |
The Voices
04:35
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On the sand in the sun they broke cover
And the day was stripped and dry
A thousand voices rose as God knows
and sang to the falling sky
On the road in the fields they lay still
Till the birds had picked them clean
A thousand voices grew and God Knew
Of the heads and the hands unseen
In the house in the square they had bullets
And their sights were trained and true
Two thousand years had passed since God last
Had Walked where the same grass grew
From the beach in the wind they set sail
And their chance was slim or none
A thousand hopes went west and God blessed
The moon and the stars and the sun
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The Cellar
02:23
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Here comes another one - we’re lying low
How are we going to move on?
I can’t see us lasting the week if we don’t
I tell you it’s time we were gone.
What is the point of this? Who started it?
What if they hid with us here?
Shitting themselves, trapped in this box
With nothing but faith, hope and fear
When will they come for us? When will it stop?
How can we make it ok?
I’m not sure I can live in this place anymore
What if they take us away?
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6. |
Breaking Point
07:16
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Hear all the words, hollow in the citadel
Hear all the words, poisoned and vain.
These are our kind, groomed for command and control
Drawbridge up, don't look down, arrows loosed, there's so much fear in the walled town
They came the wrong way, they're in the wrong place...
See the long lines, swathes on the blistered roads
See the long lines snaking their way.
See the closed eyes at the shouts and the howls and the tears
Collars up, eyes down, dollars saved, there's no room at the lost and found,
You came the wrong way and you're in the wrong place
You can't pay your dues and. you've got the wrong face
So walk on.
See the camp fires, glow in the scarred fields
See the camp fires smouldering down.
See the frost breath at the shivered rise of dawn
Miles dragged, feet sore, cold now, hope burned but the fire's no more
You came the wrong way and your in the wrong place
We can't take you here we've got no more space
We're at breaking point...
Needing a sign is like you're finding a new way of life
If you need a sign, then you're already gone
Deceiving yourself that you don't know what's right and what's wrong
Miles dragged, feet sore, cold now, hope burned but the fire's no more
You came the wrong way and your in the wrong place
We can't take you here we've got no more space
Easy now, backs turned, buried heads, the same mistakes you never learned
This is the wrong way, it's not the wrong place
She's paid your dues but you can't look in her face
She's at breaking point.
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The Parade
04:56
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He made a name for himself and he carved it in stone
On the old bridge above the cascade
It's still there but he's long gone to lie in the fields
Far away from the station parade.
She waited her life for the sound of the gate
That never slammed shut as she prayed
And the memory's sharp as the day that she waved him
Farewell at the station parade.
A hundred years later, he rose from the field
To examine the part that he played
To make the world safer and fit for his children
When he marched at the station parade
All that I saw in the throes of the dream
Things I imagined, what I might have been
In turn they come to me, all the plans that we made
Before I marched from the station parade
And she finally found him and they walked in the world
And he said to her "I should have stayed
Because I see the same faces as the ones that I saw
After the station parade
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8. |
The Widow
05:26
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If you can't imagine - where it all leads
I can't really help you - I can't help you at all.
If you're wilfully blind, if you've shut down your mind
You won't even notice me fall.
If you cannot see - where this is going
The one destiny - the unanswerable screams
You say “this is my way - it’s the game that I play”
As you stand in the fire of my dreams.
When you walked on your own in the valley of death
You were holding a gun, I was holding my breath
And the children that screamed on your left and your right
They would be no distraction...
Just the sound of your blood in the temple
Just the feel of the steel in your hand
Just the fear of what's left in the future
That you tried to give away so many times
Whilst I was on my knees.
And you cannot stop this - and I cannot stop you
There’s only one story that will ever be told
I will stand there destroyed and stare at the void
And the face that will never grow old.
When you walked on your own ....
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The Cold Fire
07:21
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Was he messing with my sense of mine, when he asked me how I spend my time,
What is left there that I can define, from up here on the wire, to down there in the cold, cold fire
Was he playing on the fear of pain, when he asked me and he asked me again,
How could my life be so strange, up there on the wire, each time I climb a little higher.
Was he pushing me to settle my dues, when he asked me to take off my shoes,
He-said what have you left to lose, up there on the wire, not much left of your life to admire
Will this be where I stand to fight? Or will this be where I see the light ?
I still exist, I still refuse to sway
In cold fire to fight another day.
Was he picking the time and the place, when I was crossing the river of grace
Then I finally stared at his face, when I jumped from the wire,
when I jumped from the wire
And I ruled in the land of the cold fire..
Was he hiding the truth all along, when I asked him what I did so wrong
He said you can’t hear the words of the song,
from up here on the wire,
To down there, to down there, to down there in the cold cold fire
To down there, to down there to down there in the cold cold fire
Down, down, down down
To down there to down there to down there in the cold cold fire
To down, down, down, down"
Will this be where I swim away? will this be where I end my day?
Not depending, no more standing tall
To cold fire and the freedom of my fall.
And there’s nothing below me
and nothing around
and nothing is lost
and nothing is found
and no-one is crying,
or angry or brave
or squeezing the hands of the ones to be saved.
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