I chased the sun for over 30 hours
Passed LA international and tired air hostesses

I had nothing with me

We find our truths in all the lonely places
In the ruins we leave in our attempts at greatness

You will fade to grey – cos I want you to

I have run from an Island nation
Where the sea swallowed up the sun
She was torn into halves from beneath and above
But the wind and the rain were her own

I lost all my songs in her oceans
Told all my friends I was strong
Their smiles are a butterflies wings
And the storms in the amazon

I thought that your history would move me
But the nothing is bigger than war
It feels like the empty illusion
I followed a broken man for

Its more than our histories of murder
That make us know we are alone.
The wind is as endless as Europe
The tears in our hands are our own

Mother
its rain on the front line
Mother
its been weeks without sunshine
And I feel
like Ive lost what Im fighting for
the rains gonna fall no matter which side we’re on

My brothers
are sunk in the quagmyre
I taste
the smell of gunfire
Sometimes
I feel like Im flying home
But the place I arrive is never where I came from

And I can hear them fall
I can hear then fall
I can hear them fall
mother
We’re all gonna fall in the end

Mother England lies
Where the gulf stream brings
The warm water through.
She wont have the time
But take this piece of mind:
She walked the world with you

She says the same thing to me
Again and again and again
Ive called and Ive called and she says to me
Ive called and Ive called and she says to me:
She’s waiting for the sun

In the eastern arm
A face with practiced charm
Is building solemn walls.
In his ruined towns
The vultures do their rounds
And televise his calls

It took the wind to fly you
All this way from home
Praying that the saints would hold your
Bridge to the sun

But they’re liars
They’re liars
Ive always known

I let this story fill me
As if Fate had thrown me so far
I wish you had filled this nothing
But its more than who we are

And we’re liars
We’re liars
Ive always known.

There were months with engines
In case the silence came.
They took the quiet hand
That waited
at my throat away.
The cold percussion
Of all these man-made things
The rhythmic scream of trains
that automate
the life in things

But I never wanted
To see the timely rain
To know precisely how
the chemistry
in feeling drains
I ask no sinewave cycles
And no repeats
from time
I cant see answers in
the accidents that chaos finds

I should have seen it – amidst the broken things
That lost their meaning when analysis was everything
There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey
And Im impatient for the things that make me move again

I should have seen it – but it’s a different sky
all the stars are in the wrong place at the wrong time
There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey
And Im impatient for the things that make me move again

When the machines have gone
You’ll wonder where you’ve been
You cant outrun yourself
But you’re alone again
An ordinary man
An ordinary girl
Somewhere along the way
We learned we cant change the world

But you’ll wish that you had

And all the hollow things
Ride on a coloured sea
But only see themselves
In every other thing.
It is a lonely world
An ordinary place
When the machines have gone
You cannot fill their space

But youll wish that you had

I was looking for escape when I met you
And of all the things bigger than us
You would think that the death of thousands
Would at least distract me.

I didn’t find my happy ending
In your country where
I could drive for 10 hours and
Never reach the sea.

While Bagdad burned: I cried.
In a café in Europe.

Over the touch of your hand

Can you hear me
Houston?
Always
remember me.
its been so long.

heaven is so far
heaven is,
so far..
heaven is
so far away from me.

Houston
thanks for listening.
Its been nice to think there's someone out there
though Im never sure.
Its a long time sine we last spoke.

This will be my last message
number v2-200-111 for reference
my power supply is low and
it may never reach you.
Im so far from the sun now.

Yesterday
I passed and unknown planet.
known only in your records as 'X'
it was a blue planet,
swathed in the mists of
a long awaited peace
turning so slowly
that its day takes a thousand years.
There's a red scar on its eastern surface
from the explosive angers
of its youth.

I took a picture.
For your records Houston.
I have remaining memory for these things,
but no power with which to send them
in this - my last message.

and it is a shame
you would have liked it

This is a story about a girl who attempts to defy a series
of "scientific" understandings which to all but trained
professionals seem like something everybody knows.

The watching eyes and open mouths and open ears say:
All the worlds a stage - take a bow.

So what do we expect? We see: someone walking forward
slowly but indefinitely towards something incomprehensible,
not understandable, illogical or just harder. maybe just harder

She is the wind cooled down - all the way cold.
Blue is the blood of power. Black are the dusted bones.

and I would've fallen for her, she is dispairs cold flower.
Pulled at the strings above her - run with lust of power.

She is deaths ice charm , lonelinesses slow song.
She is the watchers eye to her own requiem:

And I would've fallen for her - she is the hangmans moon.
White is the face that draws us - black is the edge of ruin.

Here in the steel-mill we are forming
farming the templates of facade.
Barbed and explicit, they are anchors
weighing the measure of the stars.

Spitting the sparks of ultimatum
turning the wheel like a blade
calling the ironman and his daughter
lie in the maiden that we've made.

cos they are and they are and they are

walk on the ladder when you've paid

Sunset = CMYK
high tide is the pull
of the moons gravity.
Birdsong = key: harmonic minor
outgrowth is the product
of air over water
Death is a lost competition
(and pitiful)
My hate and my love
is chemical.

So what if I'm bored
and ordinary?

With mysteries' hands
you tear the winter
I miss the strange skies
and broken weather

In strong enough arms
the carriers are leaving
and rain will fall
with silence waiting.

Here in the coolroom -well you: you wont,
lie to the stone cold - and you: you wont,
fold with the air -and you: you wont,
walk with the dead -and you: you wont,
Talk.
Lie in the bed, boy - and you: you wont,
bleed like a martyr child - and you: you wont,
sing with breeze - and you: you wont,
call to the hail light - and you: you wont,
Talk
Cold in the dim shade - you: you wont,
stretch to the sunlight - and you: you wont
Talk

The golden child smiles discontinued dreams
with words that flow too easily to hear.
The swimmers dive and try to catch the waves -
their laughter flows like honey coated razor blades.

And she is just some little girl who likes to pick the flowers
and show them how to make the grade
She rides the crest of manufactured waves and says that
she's become what she herself has made:

And someone used to say the tide would turn.
And when it does, be where you want to be.
The winds of change blow singing with her tears :
and pulled her out and drowned her instead of me

I am higher, I am higher.
Holier than you
holier...

My Mary bought a gun with her father's violence
She's sick of finding words from other people’s silence
The pain won't ease in the air now
Sick of the sin that sleeps in her bed now

So what's it gonna be girl
You could spend your life pretending
That things are going to heal now
With at least some sort of ending
The blood won't wash out in water
Thicker than rope you hang from the rafters
Oh, now I’m alone

Here sounds resounding silence
After storms of anger
The tide turns red and greedy
Peace is its passenger

Sister your black god is calling
Bleed the family tree in mourning
Splash the tear that
Breaks on falling
Now I'm alone

My sister Mary
Why couldn't you talk to me?

A stone sculptured body lies slumped on a cross now
To feed the collective who he claims he will save now
And we wait for him to save the world

The carrion birds came and tore out the poor eyes
And the people all saw light and flocked round it like flies
Waiting for him to change the world

And the pain twists their bodies in the name of their savior
Who will someday return home and save all the sinners?
Who wait for him to save the world?

God save all the children who cry now in hunger
God damn non-believers and burn them in anger
Burn them in anger

God damn all the liar’s and their promises breaking
We can sit and do nothing while the millions are dying
And wait for him to save the world

I watched you spill your guts in the oceans sewer
I drank your solace like your sweet cool tears
I breathe the air I fill the atmosphere I
Choke the air with weed that grows and spreads disease
But I wont let it happen again

I am unstable fuel I am the cult that hates you
I am genocide that follows baseless nation pride
I am the fire that feeds on Blood and corporate greed
I am intolerance and narrow-minded ignorance
But I won't let it happen again
So much pain is televised Cut down to inconsequential size
When the pain and fear become cliché’s It's easier to walk away

You were always the quiet one
With strange ambition for oblivion
The bite of the cold is always you to me
The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me

You were always the twisted one
Who drank your solace from everyone?
For the strength of your hate I loved your bitterness
For the blood in your soul I loved your emptiness

We always wonder why good things die
We cry them our poison and drink ourselves dry
And cut flowers always die

Hope springs like a rare disease to my lover’s eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't reach the skies
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold?
Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold

Love twists like a rusty nail in the flesh of the young
The fear that you will fall and fail lies frozen in the sun
His hand wont warm to mine just 'cos I believe
I watch the time rot, like my heart, when I breathe.
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind.

I watched you pour your tears into my cup of coffee
I heard you burn your fears on your lounge curtains for the world to see
But you say that you can never love me
You say that sort of thing only happens on TV

Did you feel above the world?
When we sat on the roof above the trees
And watched the people shrink in size, get on with their lives
In focus it seems
But you say that’s only how it appears to be
You say that’s not right for them but it sure aint right for me

Baby wont you go and spin me one more crock of shit
That I can wear to school this summer
Tears fall from your lizard eyes
But crocodile: you waste my time
But I can’t break the spell I’m under
So I'll just go and throe my tears like pebbles down a wishing well
There’s just a bunch of useless fears and stupid values I could sell
Maybe my hearts like Pandora's box as well

Honey child ride the sea
With no anchor you'll drift endlessly
I guess that’s just the way you want to be
But you're the only one that really believes you’re free

Hey baby, Alice is home
She's so dry she could catch fire
The colours on the TV are tired
The voice on the radio higher
Bored bored and boring again
Itching like she could grow wings
The cat smiles disembodied
One wave of its tail stings

You paint me so faceless
Ignorance is contagious
Attractive hand of the dying
You spit your cold pity
Like folded rainbows at me
So ugly souls of the crying
The world is shrinking again
Don't Mock - You can eat me
The swim is long and lucid
To float with the tide is easy

She stands in her corner of the room
Swept out of the way
Like so many empty used packets of shit
In the garbage bin
Matching the decor of bones in the closet

Strength from the bottle to leave again
And crying at talk shows you see on the TV
Like fish in aquariums swimming in other people's pity
Not pain like your drowning in

What are you gonna tell your friends?
Black is your colour; you fell down the stairs again
What does he think of love?
Something you suffer from, weakness you rise above

Live your grey day in the wings for him
Think of the things as they are and they might have been
Oh your blue eyes are so black for him
Stand in the corner a wallflower wilting

You are so cold
Bleed my strength like granite round me
You twist my mind, I see the ugly girl
Standing where I used to be
Whose ugly eyes
Pierce my soul and call me a liar
I can't throw it in your face
I only fuel the fire
Jesus, how I hate your guts
For being so helpless
Your pain is so revolting
I know you couldn’t care less

Kill me, Kill me
You've got me where you need me

What pity falls on you?
Reality has no connection
She dies that cannot see
The beauty in her own reflection

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