“Rooms Filled With Light” (2012) Posted on Thursday 9 May 2013

Replicate

It’s going to happen soon
We’re going to let it pass right through us

There is a tunnel here
We’re going to bring our science down there
Redesign our lives there

It’s going to rain away
But still it sleeps inside us
Until someone unties us

Is it dead enough
Is it still enough
Will it replicate inside our bodies now

We’re waiting underground
How can we extricate ourselves enough
Or fight something that’s part of us

Is it dead enough
Is it still enough
Will it replicate inside our bodies now

Deconstruction

Thoughts are mounted like specimens;
we have to explain what we find

But the wasteland of possibilities
is playing tricks on my mind

So I look away…
I look away sometimes

Where’s the focus and direction
These currents are dragging us away
Aimless and numb,
Just drift along a little while

Just look away…
Just look away sometimes
It goes away…
It goes away sometimes

So come on let’s dissect it
Let’s cut it up till it’s gone
Let’s break it up into pieces
Throw away what we don’t understand

It comes together again,
it comes together again somehow

It comes together again,
it comes together again in the end

Motives and means
— now they seem like a dream within a dream
Concepts and ideas that don’t
seem to be making any sense

It goes away…
It goes away sometimes
Just look away…
Just look away sometimes

So come on let’s dissect it
Let’s cut it up till it’s gone
Let’s break it up into pieces
Throw away what we don’t understand

It comes together again,
it comes together again somehow

It comes together again,
it comes together again in the end

Lenslife

I’m running down the stairs
I’m running down the stairs
I’m running down the stairs to catch it, trap it in a lens
Don’t let it get away

It’s in my photo books, it’s in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, I’m beginning to wonder where it’s from…
Oh it’s all caught on tape

It’s in my photo books, it’s in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, I’m beginning to wonder where it’s from…
Just don’t let it get away

And one day I can say that I lived it all
And one day I can say that I remember it
And one day I can say that I’ve got hard evidence

We have a better chance on paper so we catalogue our lives
Our lenses and our eyes are synchronised now anyhow
Prefer reflections and the things that you can fit within a page
Just don’t let it get away

And one day…

Shiny Things

Let’s not worry about images
Let’s not worry about mind control

Let’s stop talking about prisoners
Up against an invisible wall

Let’s not feel anything at all
Keep it inside your chest all night

Let’s not worry about going extinct
We’ll be preserved on a shelf somewhere

Give us mirrors for company
And lock all the windows and doors when you leave

It’s as if nothing happened, as if it was enough
Think we rolled over gladly, thinking of shiny things
We wasted a lot to get there, burnt all the bridges home
The last of the pterodactyls has headed out for the seas

Build us a new perpetuity
Tell us we’ve nothing to fear from ourselves

Now that we’re painted so colourfully
We’ll be replaced by someone somewhere soon

It’s as if nothing happened, as if it was enough
Think we rolled over gladly, thinking of shiny things
We wasted a lot to get there, burnt all the bridges home
The last of the pterodactyls has headed out for the seas

Tunguska

Come in faceless and cold
Little flare in the sky
With your body made of fire and ice

We have waited for you
To come to take us out

We’re on your side, Tunguska
We’re by your side, Tunguska

All around the apple’s skin
Maybe even deep down to the core?
Let’s find a way to begin

We’re on your side, Tunguska
We’re by your side, Tunguska
We’re on your side, Tunguska

Tightrope

Tightrope, blank sheet
Everything could change today

Look ahead, don’t look away
It’s a fine line to a single point

A deaf ear, a blind eye
Red-handed with your head in the sand

But thoughts get lost again, like letters…
And soon our car sick minds will pull over

Just let it go
Just walk in a straight line
We’ve been holding it down
We’ve been keeping it down
Just walk in a straight line

Tightrope, from there to here
There was never a point of return

It cries out through our telephones:
We know it all but we don’t know how to use it

Heartbeat, fast luck
Everything could change today

But thoughts get lost again, like letters…
And soon our car sick minds will pull over

Just let it go
Just walk in a straight line
We’ve been holding it down
We’ve been keeping it down
Just walk in a straight line

Feathers

Take the time to count the cracks and lines in the four walls
The cell that follows you wherever you go
And the black swans

Now the only chance is here and the motorway looks clear
The cells are ticking and the spine is ready to kick in
All wrapped up and tied up little demons sing us what we don’t know

With the industry in place we can hold out for a while

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock
Before the time you’re washed up feeling nothing at all

They’re covered in feathers and they look so good in the sunlight
It’s only the sawdust trickling from their sleeves that you’ll notice

With the industry in place we can look the other way

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock
Before the time you’re washed up feeling nothing at all

Bones

Ten years in a cage, waiting for clarity
All of these things come into focus

All this is space, waiting to be filled
Follow the blood
Follow the headlines

It’s in the bones
It’s in the backbone
Reptile brain, don’t fail me now
It’s in the hands
It’s where the blood goes
Wait for the time inspiration will come

Get outside your head
Get them when they’re young
You’re only taking what is yours
Coming into focus

It’s in the bones
It’s in the backbone
Reptile brain, don’t fail me now
It’s in the hands
It’s where the blood goes
Wait for the time inspiration will come

Dig

Look how it grows deep within us
Like precious little stones in the depths
Fingers and palms in the mud dig deeper

The pocketless thieves coming closer
Come washing ashore from the ocean
Armed to their teeth
It’s been a long time coming

The moment is here
And the pressure is very real
So just cut a little hole
And let it all equalise
We’re planting our flags
But we don’t dig deep enough

Look how they grow and betray us
Little white maggots in the ground
Look at them go cross the ocean
Left with our hands in the mud

Our feverish minds hard at work now
Precious little stones in the depths
Look how it glows! It cuts through your bones!
Reflecting the light
It’s been a long time coming

A Flood

Let it come to pieces
Let it die, let it fall
A flood will come here anyway

Just put off decisions if you must
As the lamps
flicker back to life again

Come another century full of dust
Don’t explain,
just call me when you’re off the plane

Come December don’t be cruel
Come a senseless train of thought
Come the weekend we’ll get lost

Just in time to get caught in the rain

So hold out your raincoat
Let it fall and let it die
A flood will come here anyway

Come December don’t be cruel
Come a senseless train of thought
Come the weekend we’ll get lost

Just in time to get caught in the rain
How the houses start to lean
So precariously
When the pavements start to crack
As minutes fall to the floor
If we spend it all at once we’ve won

Come December don’t be cruel
Come a senseless train of thought
Come the weekend we’ll get lost

Just in time to get caught in the rain

So hold out your raincoat
Let it fall, let it die
A flood will come here anyway

Vostok, I Know You Are Waiting (Bonus Track)

Vostok, I know you are waiting,
Under the ice cap, under the snow

Time is holding you hostage
Wasting your infinite lungs for its cause

They say it’ll make me sleep easier at night
But now I’m just not so sure
I know that if you dig deep enough you will always find something

Vostok, you know we are waiting,
Under the ice cap, under the snow

Time is holding us hostage
Wasting our infinite lungs for its cause