"File
your copy next to iconclasts Eno, Bjork and Sinead". New
Zealand Musician
"....ethereally
beautiful, alterable like the color of a chameleon" Nocturnal
Hall (Germany
"Stunning... a dark
and gripping album"
Elsewhere (New Zealand)
personell - Passenger
"Passenger"
was written and performed entirely by Jordan Reyne with technical input
by johnnychrome (Chrome Fetishe©). Engineered by Jordan Reyne
(pre-production/production) Simon Holloway and Shane (Beaver Studios -
Post Production). Mixing by Simon Holloway and Jordan Reyne (Beaver
Studios). Mastering by Simon Holloway. Album Artwork by Jethro Lentle.
Made possible by The Arts Council of New
Zealand (Creative New
Zealand).
lyrics - Passenger
Passenger
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
Green
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
Letters
Home
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
Waiting
for the Sun
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.
Fear
of Flying
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.
Karlsruhe
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
The
Machines of B
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
The
Freeing of Bagdad
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
