Альбом Idlewild

Every face, even the one you saw yesterday
It looks different today,
Because everything's changed since yesterday,
in every possible way,
Things seem different today,
Not like yesterday
Is consideration, more like an exception, of consideration?
(chorus)
You held the world in your arms tonight,
And what if you held the world in your arms
When you're secure do you feel much safer?
When days never change and it's three years later,
It's like your life, hasn't changed and it's three years late,
How does it feel to be three years late
and watching your youth drift away?
What seems different seems different today,
What seems different seems different today

Is consideration, more like an exception, of consideration?
(chorus repeat to end)
You held the world in your arms tonight,
And what if you held the world in your arms

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

If I know, what I know, then no one will watch over you
So someone shouldn't really tell me what I want to know
I know, I owe, and I know that matters don't matter as much
As you think they do 

You will only be yourself
When you can never be yourself 
And you will only be yourself
When you understand what you know 

How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting go, 
tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go? 

If I know, what I know, losing isn't learning to be lost
It's learning to know when you're lost
If I know, what I know, 
I'll want to make the most of what it seems like 

You will only be yourself
You can never be yourself
And you will only be yourself
When you understand what you know 

How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting you go, 
tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go?

Songs when the truth,
Are all dedicated to you,
In this invisible world I choose to live in,
And if u believe that,
That now I understand,
Why words mean so much to you,
They'll never be about you.
Maybe your young without youth,
Or maybe your old without knowing anything's true,
I think your young without youth.
Then you contract the American dream,
You'll never look up once,
You've contracted American dreams,
I'd acquire you to stop and look up.
Sing a song about myself,
Keep singing a song about myself,
Not some invisible world.
Constantly searching to find something new,
But what will you find when you think that nothings true,
Maybe it's that nothing is new,
So you let me hear songs that were written all about you,
The good songs weren't written for you,
They'll never be about you.
Then you contract the American dream,
You'll never look up once,
You've contracted American dreams,
You'll never look up once,
Don't look up.
Sing a song about myself,
Keep singing a song about myself,
Not some invisible world. (Rptx2.)
And I won't tell you what this means,
'Cos you already know,
And I won't tell you what this means,
'Cos you already know.
So, sing a song about myself,
Keep singing a song about myself,
Not some invisible world. (Rptx3.)
You'll find what you find,
When you find there's nothing. (Rptx2.)

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

I created myself to be on my own
But I didn't expect to be alone
Did you create yourself to be on your own?
These are the reasons things should be unknown 

The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know 

That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you 

No one creates themself unless they try to
Shut up the caution that made them lie to
All this talk but no one will tell me
Where and when I need to go 

The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know 

That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you 

There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason,
For that now
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason,
For that 

All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
(it's with you so)
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere 
Ever wanted to know anywhere with you 

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

Calling places, collecting careless
Sentences I write them down
So I ignore them, and you should too, you should ignore every word
Is calling what you can surrender
The only way to really learn
That the alphabet made up the words
You could never resist to quote 

If all this wisdom is true
Then I doubt it could really have come from you 

Then I am what I am not, I am what I am not
So there must be something more then
If I am just a thought I'm not 

Faster than the destination
Of knowing where you really are
Is where you've always been
Or is it where you began
And happiness, did it happen
Sooner than the doubt it cost you
You learn from the mistakes that I taught you 

If all this wisdom is true 
Then I doubt it could really have come from you 

Then I am what I am not, I am what I am not
So there must be something more then
I am what I am not, 
If there's nothing more then
I am what I am not, I am what I am not
There must be something more then
If I am what I am not 

Then I am what I am not, I am what I am not
There must be something more then
I am what I am not, 
I know there's nothing more then
I am what I am not, I am what I am not
I know there's nothing more then
If I am what I am not

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

There are times that I should try, to be so much more alive
But if time was right then I would be with you again
Or do you worry that I try to avoid the point and then deny
The time I spent deciding it was you again 

It's when I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(that's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place 

And you're full of facts but not things that could add up to words
Think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward 

I return but don't remain, I'm impatient for a reason 
To complain about winter, making me see through again
Or is it your damaged reply, that makes me realise that 
The more I try the less that plans will help me comprehend again 

That's why I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(that's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I live in a hiding place 

And you're full of facts but not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
And you're full of facts but not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

Out of routine, the explanations you have
You're still loathe to give them
All because you've phrased it in a way
So the explanations you have
The words don't go away 

If your heart gets in the way of what you wanted 
To deny everything I say is not uncommon 
The only thing that's definitely forgotten
Is what you wanted 
And what you really needed 

But I can only try to know what I wanted
I will only try to know what I want
If I can only try to know what I wanted
How can it be gone 

Out of routine but it's not as bad as you think
It's only chance you're looking for
Still in routine and the explanations you have
The ideas go between 

If your heart gets in the way of what you wanted 
If you reply to everything I say so it's not uncommon
The only thing that's definitely forgotten
Is what you wanted 
And what you really needed 

But I can only try to know what I wanted
I will only try to know what I want
If I can only try to know what I wanted
How can it be gone 

And it's already gone and nothing can take it back
It's already gone and nothing can take it from being gone

Since your breathing, is it all that a space can fill?
So just by looking in, I'll be looking still
You find and follow stories well
You're naked except for a newspaper, the headline telling me
That fortune favours the brave
I've been known to be that brave
What I want is on it's way out
All I needed was an easier way to stay 

Walking around the city as the light fades (is it all that you remain?)
I'm thinking about each promise that I have ever made 

But I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Century after Century they remain 

And if I read to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room 
So close the windows, keep the curtains shut forever
And if I need to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
So close the windows, close the windows 

Isn't it romantic, to be romantic
When you don't understand what you love
Or if a word like that couls ever mean anything
When what you want is on it's way out 
I didn't hear cheerleading for creative writers
And your cheekbones don't taste of anything at all
It's on it's way out, it's just an easier way to stay 

Talking about a city that the light made (is it all that you remain?)
It's the same story that's been told
But it's been stories that don't fade 

I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Century after Century they remain 

Is it all that you remain? 

Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild

I have to stop saying “to be honest”, it's not a real defeat
To have to stop saying "to be honest", it's not a great defeat
(No, no, no, not such a great defeat) 

All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way
All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way 

Can you tell me 10 words that you'd use, to describe the world
Can you tell me 10 words that you've used, to describe the world
To people, through people, never seem to know
To people, through people, never know 

The more I say the more I keep confusing things, to make me feel complete
So I keep lying to be honest, it's not a real defeat
No, no, no, not such a real defeat 

All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way
All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way 

Can you tell me 10 words that you'd use, to describe the world
Can you tell me 10 words that you've used, to describe the world
To people, through people, never seem to know
To people, through people, never know 

It's what you thought you are, it's what you thought you are
It's what you thought you are, 
It's what you never thought you are, it's what you never thought you are
It's what you thought you could be if you tried much harder 

All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way
All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way
All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way
All these things that you don't know, it seems so much better that way 

It sometimes happens, it always happens to me
But then "always" isn't a word I use, "always" isn't a word I choose
When I know that this won't survive much longer
Unless we alter what we have
But then again survival is not why we should
Stay the same, if we can't be the same
We won't stay the same
Our similar thoughts will never let us
Stay the same, if we can't be the same
We won't stay the same as we intend
You know that I won't be much help to you,
But it won't happen the way
That you've always planned it
Just so you could become, more interesting this time
For a purpose, only now I know the purpose
And I know that what is here will not be here much longer
Unless we alter what we have, or alter what we don't have
What we won't have, what we've never seemed to have
What we tried to have, we've failed to have
And all of this was just so we won't
Stay the same, if we can't be the same
We won't stay the same
Our similar thoughts will never let us
Stay the same, if we can't be the same
We won't stay the same
Just because we think we are the same
It's just so we won't
Stay the same, if we can't be the same
We won't stay the same

(Words by Roddy Woomble. Music by Idlewild)

In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change

So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start

We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to

So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
When no where else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
Call it confusion in the best way possible



Scottish Fiction
(featuring poet Edwin Morgan)

It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage, but it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction

It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction