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The Message Tapes

I see a kestrel flicker in the morning sky
And circles of confusion in your eyes
The message tapes are playing for you

The shadows of the past are falling on your heart
But to give up you have to bloody start
The message tapes are playing for you

And I can hear it in your eucalyptus voice
The moment stretches, the evening air is moist
The message tapes are playing for you

Message playing
Message playing
Message playing
Message playing

Lillian, I Love You

There’s a bi-plane in a blue sky
Lillian is on her way
The Mona Lisa is so transparent
We’re meeting on your wedding day

Lillian, your misty outline
Is standing where you used to be
I’m a secret in your cellar
Something’s coming out of me

Lillian, I love you
Lillian, I love you

The clouds are moving on your eyes now
And you are drinking breakfast tea
Your sister’s quoting from the bible
Something’s coming out of me

Lillian, I love you
Lillian, I love you

Pass Through Groves

Pass through groves, love
Where bees twist
Pass through groves, love
To meet this tourist

Pass through orchard
Where owls shine
Pass through orchard
And my sign you’ll find

Pass through forest
Where deer glide
Pass through forest
And arrive at my side
Yeah, arrive at my side

An Aperture To Myself

Through an aperture to myself
Through an aperture to myself
I see the kids with football heads
And my shape like infrared

Through an aperture to myself
Through an aperture to myself
My spine is swerving like a beach
The end is always out of reach

Through an aperture to myself
Through an aperture to myself
My heart is beating like the rain
Spinning like a weather vane
I see the stars locked in the sky
And my mouth saying goodbye

The Eighth Tower pt. II (All Human Life)

All human life is here
But there’s no reason why I should be

The Eighth Tower pt. III (Death Love)

There is no flesh
As fine as this
Upon your bones
For me to kiss
Your breathless mouth
My eyeless stare
There are no scars
In this affair
There is no meat
Upon my frame
To match the ruins
Which you became

The Eighth Tower pt. IV (Sense Song)

O what can you hear now the silence fills the air?
What can you feel when your senses are not there?
O what can you think when your mind is nowhere?
What can you see through the window of your stare?

The Mercury 7

The Mercury 7
Hear the sound effects of god
The Mercury Seven
Alcoholic now, or dead
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?

The Mercury 7
April nineteen fifty-nine
The Mercury 7
See the silver spaceship climb
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?

The Mercury 7
Smiling in their dazzle suits
The Mercury 7
Determined and resolute
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?

The Mercury 7
Cooper, Carpenter, Grissom
The Mercury 7
Sheppard, Slayton, Shirra, Glenn
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?

The Mercury 7
Hear the sound effects of God
The Mercury 7
Alcoholic now, or dead
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?
Will they ever return?

Napoleon

Just like Agnetha and Frida said
We met at Waterloo
You were playing hard to get
But with the right manouvres
I knew I’d have you

Wellington, Wellington
You’re the Duke for me
Wellington, Wellington
Boots up to your knee
We could make it work so well
Oh yes, it would be swell
For you and Bonaparte

You’re not like all the rest
Trafalgar never put me to the test
And on love’s battlefield
There are some secrets
Better not revealed

Admiral Nelson
I had to keep my eye on you
Admiral Nelson
With your eye that makes two
Could we make it work so well?
Oh no, it would be hell
For you and Bonaparte

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The Archeologist

The archeologist
Loosened his grip and dismissed
The biggest scoop of the century
Didn’t know that he might be

Inside the future’s history books
Framed with his dashing looks
Holding up his discovery
A face that cried out worship me, worship me

But his conscience said
Well, is that it?

No he thought – this can’t be
What it appears to be
For that would fly right in the face
Of all we know of time and space

So he labelled the artefact
‘Anomalous’ and he packed
His find into a box
Of low green light and equinox

And his heart repeated
Well, is that it?

When it was safely hid
Between glass and wooden lid
He had a feeling deep inside
A faded flashback, something died

He feared that the eclipse
Signalled apocalypse
Blinked into the morning sky
Of empty dreams and alibi

And the voices echoed
Well, is that it?

Ship Of Nothing

There is no light in the sea below
But you can see the treasure
And the whales aglow
The sea monster wraps it’s
Arms around your ship

Of nothing

There is no light in the sky above
But you can see the silver
Of the planes, my love
The squadron bombs and rips
The heart out of your ship

Of nothing

Now there is light in the sea below
You can see the creature
With it’s dead shadow
The tentacles they grip
And squeeze your creaking ship

Of nothing

Now there is light in the sky above
And you can see those horses
You’ve been dreaming of
A rider cracks his whip
And gallops through your ship

Of nothing

The Carrion Herd

Here they come in their tomato shirts
Over graves like carrion in herds
Challenging germ theory as they run
So sorry that I missed you and your gun

Now a bee is trapped inside my skull
Like the cage which holds the screaming gull
Huge machines in deep space orbiting
Saturn, tending to her rainbow rings

Eden’s engine powered by final breaths
Runs on pictures signalling your death
After building churches, miming hymns
The ghost is leaving, dripping from my skin

Seize the granite vine and swing to me
Through the pelvic floor of energy
Out into the turquoise flashing sky
Silhouettes a deep blue dragonfly

The carrion continue on their way
Why’d you never have a thing to say?
Othersiders yell to sabotage
Your head of petals and your camouflage

The liner’s on the roof, it did capsize
It’s path illuminated by cats eyes
All tomato shirts merge into one
The engine sparks and spurts and then it’s gone

Not Alan Rickman

A skyscraper with Bruce Willis in it
His nemesis, German terrorist
But it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no
No it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no

Kevin Costner and Morgan Freeman
Swashbuckle the Sheriff of Nottingham
But it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no
No it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no

A duel with Branagh sporting a black cape
the silkily evil Professor Snape
But it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no
No it’s not Alan Rickman
Not Alan Rickman, no

Truly, madly, deeply it is not Alan Rickman
truly, madly, deeply it is not Alan Rickman
truly, madly, deeply it is not Alan Rickman
truly, madly, deeply it is not Alan Rickman

At Right Angles

I’ve got this weird feeling
But it’s not the blues
I’ve got this weird feeling
That I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m all at right angles
I’m all over the place
I’m at sixes and sevens
I’m off my face

I’ve seen the old man laughing
I’ve seen the old man smoke
I’ve seen the old man laughing
But there’s no joke
And where were you last night?
On whose lap did you sit?
You’ve one redeeming feature
You think you’re it

So turn off the lights now
I don’t wanna see this place
Turn off the lights now
Don’t wanna see your face
I’ve got this weird feeling
But it’s not the blues
I’ve got this weird feeling
That I’ve got nothing to lose

Beware The Catman!

“Beware the Catman!”
The headline said
He’s eating a rat, man
And out of his head

Look at him prowling
Down on all fours
Hissing and growling
Thinks his hands are paws (with claws)

He’s livin’ off scraps
And catfood in cans
Teeth and eyes gleaming
He’s a real feral man!

He’s regularly spotted by locals in this town
He’s middle-aged and balding and wears a ragged gown
The cops were called to get him but they never took him down

A carpet of cartons
A bed of old sheets
He points to a pipe and says
“That’s where the catman sleeps…”

Last seen in a scrapyard
With his feline friends
Grunting not speaking
When will this cat-life end?

So beware the catman
He’ll fill you with dread
He’s still eating rats, man
Still out of his head

You’re A Submarine

Sun pours out your porthole pupils
A piercing gaze through alloy vest
The silver smear of your torpedo
Lays the pistol shrimp to rest
The currents play propeller music
It forms a smile on your windscreen
Your shiny hull is black and grey
With a bright red “17”

You’re a submarine
You’re a submarine
A deep sea limousine
You’re a submarine

You’re pissin’ in electrical storms
The rudder clings to iron shell
Sonar spills from your antenna
The dark water tripod dwells

You’re a submarine
You’re a submarine
Smooth as margarine
You look so serene
Like an aubergine
Or a tangerine
Covered in vaseline
You’re a submarine

Shoot Me Like A Scene

Ah, things are clearer now
A new kind of era now
We climb the stairs as the seasons play
The infrastructure curves like a system of nerves
My clothes are empty when I walk away

The stranger knows your name
All the buildings look the same
Your voice is distant crackling breaking up
You wait in line like a fresh landmine
I sip my coffee from a paper cup

Shoot me like a scene
Shoot me like a scene
Shoot me like a scene
Shoot me like a scene

The glass shattered
My hair mattered
I hear the clatter
Of a falling cane
My clothes are staining
Outside it’s raining
Our private espionage begins again

The film snaps
Time lapse
We both collapse
Like derailing trains
A recollection
Of a projection
Our private espionage begins again

Shoot me like a scene
Shoot me like a scene

A figure’s calling out
The streets are sprawling out
And there’s a smell of drying rain
I kiss your wrist as the evening twists
Look out the window of the aeroplane

Ah, things are clearer now
A new kind of era now
Descend the stairs as the seasons play
The infrastructure curves like a system of nerves
My clothes are empty when I walk away

The Implausible Man

He wakes, he shakes
He takes the train to the cityscape
He rides, he glides
He’s running out of a fire escape

He looks amused, slightly diffused
Against the backdrop of a swollen night
He turns away, he burns away
In a flicker flash of ultraviolet light

He’s the Implausible Man
He’s the Implausible Man

In a hotel room on the 99th floor
A camera zooms and he is no more
In a hotel room on the 99th floor
A camera zooms and he is no more

He dies yet he’s alive
His resurrection is improvised
He creeps, he seeps
In his apartment his laundry dries

He strides, subsides
In a shattered hospital his KitKat melts
He snakes, accelerates
In his rear view mirror he is someone else

He’s the Implausible Man
He’s the Implausible Man

Elbow Of Termites

So you think you’re alright, yeah?
From where I’m standing you’re quite dead
Eating things that hang from trees
Your brain is hissing in the breeze
Hissing in the breeze

Elbow of termites
Bending for me
Elbow of termites
Bending for thee

Now the termites are gone
They’re going down the A1
Which is a big road big road big road yeah
Now they’re all on a beach
Swarming into a peach
And it’s a big peach big peach big peach yeah

Now your hollow elbow sings
A song of being crammed with things
And now your elbow does deflate
But you’re not dead you’re just sedate
Not dead just sedate

Sightings

Restricted breathing
Restricted documents
Sightings, sightings
Project Sign
Project Bluebook
Sightings, sightings

Here’s a message for you, Jenny
I will meet you in Rendlesham Forest
Sightings
I detect no ground traces, Jenny
I record no background radiation
Sightings, sightings

Radar blips
VHS clips
Sightings, sightings
Explanation: aircraft
Explanation: lighthouse
Sightings, sightings

I am coming with you, Jenny
This is way beyond Joseph Allen Hynek
Sightings
I’m finally a witness (witness)
I’m finally a subject (subject)
Sightings, sightings

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