Альбом Grammatics

A Moon lighting minor down on our epic ambitions, we are open prey for vultures
Lying out, lying within the rhyme scheme, the theme of a lyrical couplet punctures a dream,
And then in it seeps; dour realities rousing me into cravings and caffeine.

Counter Attack

We are all deluded with grandeur, our epic ambitions dragging us through the wars
To the next birthday, now it's only a crippling comedown away.
And so you'll pray tonight for the first time in years, you call some anonymous being,
Expressing a longing you're feeling so filling.

Call a deeper, lower, coma

Counter attack

A Moon lighting minor down on our epic ambitions, we are open prey for vultures
Lying out, lying within the rhyme scheme, the theme of a lyrical couplet punctures a dream,
And then in it seeps; dour realities rousing me into cravings and caffeine.

Now all of our dreams are perforated

Keep belonging under the ether's vultures, thirty years below a slumber lies the rhyme scheme
Where love is obese; Your love is obese.

Deeper, lower, coma

Major revelation; come to your corps,
Sign the disclaimer win hope for us all.
No, I won't mind being in her arms all night,
All tangled up in our woollen slumber,
No, wait,

D.I.L.E.M.M.A

You don't even pay attention.

Her elegance bathes me in grace,
Perfectly ambient, it kills the ringing tinnitus.

Alone, through time zones to Asia running,
Lost to the scent of burning heroin.
No I won't find her, even if I try,
Spinning continents collide on a bedside globe light.

D.I.L.E.M.M.A

She can't even get arrested.

Her elegance, bathes me in grace,
Perfectly ambient, it kills the ringing tinnitus.
Her elegance, an infinite hum,
An air so ethereal, it's clearing my lungs, curing me.

You don't even pay attention. She can't even get arrested. Her elegance.

The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned,
And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great.
It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet,
A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late.

And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder,
He's a murder, murderer.

He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...

A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud.
I feel a drop in temperature, hear the thunder clap.
My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons,
Nothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now.

Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker
He's a murder, murderer.

He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...

Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone,
I will be letting go

He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murderer,
He's a murder, he's a murder murderer...

Flip over the sun, turn it into a moon,
Bathe me in it's milk light, wrap me in cocoon.
Leave me there all seasons, let me stay and change,
Drinking in the sunshine, cry it out as rain.

Sewing up the seams, step into character,
Trip onto the stage, over my words.
Waiting for the moment, waiting for your looks,
Hoping that you love me, when I fly out in baby wings...

I fly through summer let the seasons change,
Drink in the sunlight; cry it out as rain.
I fly through summer let the seasons change,
How life is just a big game.
You'll see what I become, I'll see what I became,
How nothing can now be the same again.

Take my hand I'll show you a lifetime of days, years.
I'll leave your blood singing.
I'm bathing in the milk light.
Over and out, again.

I fly through summer let the seasons change,
Drink in the sunlight; cry it out as rain.
I fly through summer let the seasons change,
How life is just a big game.
You'll see what I become, I'll see what I became,
How nothing can now be the same again.

Ooooh Summer.

The seasons change.

A lifetime of days, years, minutes and months gone.
Another bump on the head. I couldn't remember...
A lifetime of days, years, minutes and months, gone.

Every mistake that you watched me make, I made again.
Sat up wide-awake, a coma sounds great...now send me down.

And if you are, unhappy well you know the worst isn't here,
You'll fall into another's arms before I re-appear here.

Out in the sticks the sun called in sick for weeks on end.
There's passport controls and oceans of road between us now.

Through countryside to the industry, the routine hits full swing.
I'm taking to the stage tonight with a broken wing.

Things that I lose I find I don't need once I know they're gone,
But that can't be you because what we've been through is valuable.

Clear my lungs, set my breathing right,
The violence, the blood sport, the bias, the difference,
The codec for a love at first sight,
Kills the money worry, sets the bias, the difference.

It's embarrassing, embarrassing, broken wing.

Why are your clothes scattered on the garden, when the taxi is waiting?
Why are your eyes dark-hooded and forlorn?
Their light is diminished, a jade so rare fading jaded.

How can you call yourself an actress, when you cannot get your act together?
How can you say you know tragedy, when you are yet to meet her?
You'll drive all night but won't get there.
With vim, determined just to suffer... because everyone loves a breakdown.

Everyone loves a breakdown
Go easier on me.

Sulpher, burning amber, driving under golden twilight.
Rising, sleeping, walking, never waking, fast asleep.
Bathing low in shallow streams of consciousness and dreaming.
You know we ever only want relentless fours and break beats.

There's a hung over girl in bed, her head hits relentless fours.
Her heart is an offbeat high hat, the body composes you don't even know it.

Dance to your pulse tonight.

The body composes you don't even know it.

We only want relentless fours.

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates,
Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine.

Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do?
Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove?

Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane,
I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Are you mourning for an era,
When your blood sang and your head trilled?
Are you wading a nightmare scape,
Over valleys through inkjet lakes?

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates,
Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine.

Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do?
Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove?

Time's a frivolous display. Time is a presidential waste.
I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane,
I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Are you mourning for an era,
When your blood sang and your head trilled?
Are you wading a nightmare scape,
Over valleys through inkjet lakes?

Way away, the polar swelling, aching and echoing,
Falling from the ether as a widow's waiting on sleep.
Readying, the lone remainder,
A feeling familiar warning us her waters are to break.

Now that apathy has been done to death,
Let this verse serve as an epitaph.

Found God, you found God, you found God,
And now I can't afford your love...
Yet I am drunken with relief.

Kissing in dissonance,
Now we've only the grammer of grief and all of our little ways.
For as I lay awake, creeping in among the humming,
I feel that swelling now.

On the wired side of the famine for you,
barbed and delusional with pretty pins of panic for my baby,
And a widow's dreams cancerous cacophony,
Yet all I hear is melody,
And dissonance arguing yet resolving to agree.

Lives are spent in argument,
Let our last years fall free of fear but not even.

Viva, viva la difference.

I know I can't afford your love,
Yet I am joyous in defeat.
Exposing everything and exhaling,
I am the model of relief awaiting an epiphany.

For as I lay to waste, creeping in among the humming,
I feel that swelling, the echo and the ache,
Of all her little ways, of all her little ways...

Your words are nothing,
Your words are not echoing in me now,
I'm the model of relief awaiting an epiphany...

Found God, you found God, you found God.

Viva, Viva la difference.

Your words are all lost in a vague archive,
So save me, no, spare me, the hallelujahs...

Heaven was never enough,
Your eyes are looking so hard,
Get off my back now you've found God.

I can't afford your love...

Lead me blind with sweet little asides,
The promises we equate to break of brittle wire and copperplate.
We're moving in close, close, close, Rosa.
The winning opinion's feel good host.

I found a little escape...
I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs,
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies.

To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody,
To transcend into lullabies, I found a little escape.

Piscea, all piano wire limbs,
Blunter than the sharps at my fingers,
These nicotine stained ivories.

We're moving inside, close, clear, Rosa.
In streams of my conciousness,
You soak, close, clear, Rosa.

I found a little escape...
I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs,
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies.

To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody,
To transcend into lullabies where I've nothing to hold.
Now I've nothing to hold. I found a little escape.

In the hand and in the sleight, all the cruel tricks of the light.
And in the cancel of the hum, in the ringing finally gone.

You cool my blood until it creeps,
Build the tension and release under an inter-constellation fracas.

We are getting older, are getting older and slower...

A slow wave and slower in motion,
You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs.
Braving the elements to swim,
A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begin again.

I'm ready to begin again.

Now and every shining time you were ghostly and mine,
I was the pallor of your dreams and a harbour of fears.
I'll be a cheat, be a lay, these no halcyon days,
And a heart caught in suspended animation,
And getting slower, getting older, slower.

A slow wave and slower in motion,
You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs.
Braving the elements to swim,
A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begin again.

I'm ready to begin again.

Come on out Georgina, they have all gone.
Come on, and drink the linctus,
We'll move out of the bed-sits...

Now we're not too young,
But our chance has landed and we're just so imminent,
Yet you seem so distant.
The nights crow's been landing lately...
He's in cahoots with the slim white lady...

Away for Benelux...
You take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck.

You can call this a Swan song.

You can carry me through scilences so awkward,
See me and raise a sentence, a turn of phrase,
A breaking omnipotent waves of youth in it's last flushes,
Let eyes retain their brilliance, keep the crows from landing,
And the span of their web spreading,
In cahoots with the slim white lady...

In cahoots with the slim white lady,
Cahoots with the slim white lady...

Away for Benelux...
You take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck.
We'll soar from bridges to the swans,
Our bullets into the water become the bird of song.

You can call this a Swan song.

I love the way you are late.
I'm coming home for Christmas, to hold open your weight.

Hold open your weight.