|
1. |
|
|
|
|
Splintered Petal Fall
The petal of your youth
A spirit flaming call
The world is a fuse
So the splintered petal falls
Echoes far removed
In flights of wonder spun
The writings on the wall
Opaque in wonder spun
Carried in the wind
The splintered petal calls
But figures preaching yarns
Very rarely talk
Petal of your youth
A spirit flaming call
The world is a fuse
So the splintered petal falls
|
|
2. |
|
|
|
|
Jailer Man
Here's a story of a man who had a little little mouse
And lived in the little mouse’s house
And after a short time while forsaking a smile
The sleepy little mouse woke up
Then over the hill came a man called Bill
With some questions and answers and baggage
Hey man what's your style your fabulous beguile
You're dining here like at the Ritz
He was a jailer man he had her time on his hands
Life of a can free sailor man
I'm here ever ever after and mum makes my afters
And I'm fixing the things in her head
Oh that's very very fine such a gentleman in time
Here's a cake have it and eat it
And the little bird who does conceptual turds
Ate the crumbs and flew away
So the poor little little mouse who couldn’t leave the house
Made her bed and laid in it
He was a jailer man
He had her time on his hands
Life of a can free sailor man
He was a jailer man
He had her time on his hands
|
|
3. |
|
|
|
|
Napoleon
You are the one
The one I'm trying to be
And you are all time
Won't you give me the key
A feeling as excess baggage
We roam the town
Looking for a safe seat
I feel like a little man
And it's funny to think of Napoleon
And who he was
He could have been a dog or anything
Or he could have been me
Hot summer's day
Looking through blossom trees
I can see the blue sky
That everyone else sees
And the spinal staircase climb
Needs a caring hand
And a grasp of understanding
So as not to fall down
And when the pain starts to cry out loud
It's time to reach up high
They say heaven gives out new identity
I said you are the one that I'm trying to be
you are the one that I'm trying to be
I said you
You are the one
David.J.Hull-vocal/guitar
Christian Betz-electric-guitar/production/bass
Rachel Clarke-violin
Cornelius Nieden-keyboard
Claude Toussaint-drums
|
|
4. |
|
|
|
|
Improvised lyrics and music
|
|
5. |
|
|
|
|
Lightness
Somebody shared with you a sweet aroma
He breathed it in and it filled him up
Caught the fever the warmth of her
Thought he cared was it hysteria or love
Ain’t no words for giving evidence of feelings
Ain’t no time I'm living
The unbearable lightness of being
Somebody laid with you,
I thought you'd know by now
Got the feeling not to survive her
Was a cowards match didn't you know and how
Cursed the dwarf inside a real man shouldn't hide
Ain’t no words for giving evidence of feelings
Ain’t no time I'm living
The unbearable lightness of being
|
|
6. |
|
|
|
|
A Nagging Feeling
What is the magic that has conquered the Soul
It’s not a craze or what I am told
What is the sneaking that bites at the bones
It’s not a case of what I don’t know
How does the tragic pepper the way
When happiness brightens the day
What is this funny kind of feeling
A kind of nagging foreign being
So strange this oneness that evaporates
The fame and glory take centre stage
Come join the heartbeat that is constantly there
It's a dot to dot littered affair
What is the magic that has crowned the pride
It bathes in glory and don’t wanna go
What is this funny kind of feeling
A kind of nagging foreign being
|
|
7. |
|
|
|
|
Fetish Unspoken
He moves along in shadows of the night
Feeling all inside
To be by your side
Beat him up and shout it out
Grey is pale of a shade
Bulking at this life
Feigning surprise
Shallow in fright
Underneath the bright lights
Like a relic a surprise
Glass up deeds not sovereign
Music heaped
Out not of my control
Surpass surpass the burial
Time alone
An out of sorts
A growth sublime
Words don't follow
Or kept trancing
Fetish unspoken
Last man Rusting
Muddle to the floor
A Photo at your side
|
|
8. |
|
|
|
|
Over Young
Over young help him
We don't really have it in for him
We're not out to burden him it's all in his head
Or lay into him that's what he said
Over young help him
They're all dancing in the streets
Showing off that's what he did when he was open
What he did when he had fun
Over young help him
She wants him just as he is
She wants him and she'll take him back when he took her on
She'll have him back just like his song
Over young help him
He's bursting all out of his veins
An overload of information to fill him up
Straighten out and let steam off
A casting couch at your expense
There's no answer just happiness
We're not out to burden him
Over young
A casting couch at your expense
There's no answers just happiness
We're not out to burden him
Over young
Over young
|
|
9. |
|
|
|
|
The Wealth of Needs
Chained Catherine wheels that turn
Droning cloud scattered dreams
Like a locust swarm
Gathering the wealth of needs
And pains of desires
And the virgin laid sprawled
On her diamond crusade
Through scalding harsh waters
And then like keeling ghost ship she sails
Through fogs of piss-like ignorance
Night fields of poppies
Breathing shallow chapped air
Brief sirens of crimson guide
Then as a fleeing mass she goes
Leaving a dark sprawled silence
Delving in skies of blues
And shining in deep caverns
Trickling stenches encircle us
And then like a tainted dog
Ready to tear open
Our splintered and rusted gates
Howling and growling we lust
In deserts of tears
And howling and growling we lust
In deserts of tears
And forests of broken arms
Thorns tear our ordered threads
Stones blister our angelic feet
And in boxes of square teachings
Rocking to-and-fro
In a trance of stifled stillness
Rocking to-and-fro
Rocking to-and-fro
Our tickets stamped for the wake
For the wake
For the wake
|
|
10. |
|
|
|
|
Sorting him out in the dead of the night
in the palm of his hand
In shadows of dark alpha play masquerade
Borrowed a mask and jewels from the past
with a thick face
His hazel green eyes framed by thick lines
Chose how to gaze
He got what it takes and took what he could
He took what he got and got what he took
A denizen of the mystic in drag
Taking his hand he did lay down some facts
You're
trapped in a body of a hooligan
But an artist man
Swayed and obeyed terribly vague
Swayed and obeyed terribly vague
Enigma man he took his chance
Enigma man you got your last dance
He’s informed by his way and not by hearsay
and views of the ones
Who never say boo
And fall on their arse
in the god-ridden past
You're all so sentimental
You're all so sentimental
You are
He's half like a man
Half like a witch
Half like a stranger
Groomed for a heightened
Sense of course
Pin upt and clear
And he talks up his face
cheers when he makes
This sage in a cage
He got what it takes and took what he could
He took what he got and got what he took
A denizen of the mystic in drag
He wore it well
Handbags and gladrags
Enigma man he took his chance
Enigma man you got your last dance
Swayed and obeyed terribly vague
Swayed and obeyed terribly vague
You're all so sentimental
credits
from Used Culture - side C & D, released July 26, 2022
|
|
11. |
|
|
|
|
Mother Nature's True
Blank page on a mindless blur
It's the rage to be
Out of anger
And you fellow proud whistling man
Did you not ever kick a can
Pressed around in competition
A spying glance shows inhibition
Filling the lull
And father on his telephone
Is dragged around by kid alone
It's telling you so
Bought into something
Long ago
That's filling us up
So we couldn't say no
And all all or nothing
Just the measure of your truth
Embarrassing maybe
Doing nothing alone
And fair undertakings
Show the makings of your part
And socialisation doing body
In the dark
Glad mother nature is true
|
|
12. |
|
|
|
|
Rose Tinted Glass
Arthur was a maker a true in gloss
His heart's a real strong giver in fair undertakings
Fair man undertaker will you carry the cross
Bang your resounding drum to half century last
Marvellous will you straighten the branch
Bury the hatchet resounding in
Half the cast never last taker
Trapped in emotions that neither will we say
Big powdered up in rose tinted glass
She took a chance a preferred way of life than making cars
She sallied on down from the tardy and dark
Editing the east soakers with the nest of balm
To the gutter my friend
A hardy beast for a strong kind
So he tore the veil from your mind
Hardy beast for a strong kind
So he tore the veil from your mind
And loved to hear the thunder under the stars
And bestowed in the rain her hand
And drenched took the scent of lavender to calm them
He tore the veil of your secret self
And danced with it feeling its wealth
Rallied round sauntered down to
The secret life under the stairs
Rallied round sauntered down to
The secret life under the stairs
Come fashion everything down
In our heads
secret lives I know
secret lives I know
secret lives I know
A course in discourse
Of having the habit of feeling quite static was in me I say
Was it a habit or just a tragic
Feeling unattached dear
Feeling feeling now
I'll be with you if you want me
We'll go up to the roof
From under the stairs
People do come and go
Life is formed then they go out
They go out
Here's to the randomness
That brings excitement and doubt
Excitement
Captured today necessary they say and they win
They say and they
Here's to the randomness
That brings excitement and doubt
Excitement
credits
|
|
13. |
|
|
|
|
Feel the Effects of It From Afar
Coach me if you can
'cause I like it out all from the can
Trust in me
I'll trust in you
Breeding/reading
All the things you say
That are not true anyway
Greedy yes you are
I feel the effects of it from a far
I feel the effects of it
Feel the effects of it
From afar
|
released January 6, 2022
