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The Late Escape
03:57
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Another system's collapse, we're walking on broken glass
Another rip in the dream, another that looks machine
Put your hand mine, we'll start walking and in time
Mobility will spiral in, we'll right or wrong, again begin
Another late escape, we're not the only ones
Another late escape, what else can be done?
It may take us years, these urban skies are filled with tears
Another drifter falls, we'll find our way beyond these walls
Sanctuary waits now somewhere, all we really need is to care
These sodium lights, may touch the edge of our sky at night
Another late escape...
Far beyond these walls, other voices, other voices call
There must be other than this, there's nothing here, we won't be missed
Just patterns we've learnt, start to move, they're soon dispersed
Another late escape...
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2. |
Touch Code
02:50
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Talk to me in our code of touch
There's time for talk, but we talk too much
Desire's expression, we'll explore, among love contours
I can't see you, but I can feel
All you're saying in script surreal
Words I've not felt before, silent on love contours
Words you use, feel fine, I sense you feel mine
With words like these, let's take our time
Talk in code, keep in touch, let communication have its way with us
In code of touch
Don't complicate this trust we've found,
Talk with sense of touch, not sound
Let your fingers walk their course, among love contours
Words you use...
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3. |
Truth Hertz
03:11
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I'm receiving you, though I don't believe in you
Over here and so far away
Seen with my own eyes, it could all be lies
I'm picking up on each word you say
It's propaganda time and though I once called you mine
I often wonder what I listen for
It's hard you can never know. what's said isn't always so
Insulated, but I'll tune in once more
Every hour or two, whatever I do
I'm picking up on more than I care to from you
Will it always be so?
I'm receiving you, like so many others do
I listen in, most every day
Paradise I've heard, is what you have always shared
All around and so far away
Every hour or two...
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Night & Day
03:39
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As the darkness thins and the day draws you from bed
I'm looking back at things, as you've the working day ahead
The day goes on, but my thoughts go back to you
You've got the water on, for a cup of tea, or two
I may be over here, but my thoughts are there with you
Sometimes wanting you seems to be all I can do
As the evening falls and I'm winding my way home
With your morning calls, you might pause a while to phone
Tell of what's on your mind, the day, the night before
And I'll respond in kind, miss you even more
I may be over here...
One day we'll make it work and find a way to share the time
We'll synchronise and put a stop to five being nine
As the morning sounds, I know you'll be turning in
I'll toast two rounds and grab the coffee tin
And as I pour a cup, you'll be sleeping in due course
Letters by the door, with luck there'll be one of yours
I may be over here...
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Touch
03:27
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Black coffee as she opens her eyes
With a look that's still clouded with dreams
She smiles with no thoughts of arising
We're here for the day, so it seems
Mid-morning finds two bodies in rapture
The day passing by unseen
The joy with which perfection is captured
We're here at last, who cares where we've been?
This is the world I've been looking for
Late afternoon twilight creeps in unexpected
Or maybe unnoticed's the word
Dark steals upon us like dawn more or less did
Night draws in and longs to be shared
This is the world...
Thoughts, words, but the language is touch
And the story is one from the heart
Should twilight sketch an ending, as such
We'll re-trace each word back to the start
Dark falls like the veil of her hair
Lips drawing closer to mine
Her touch is just everywhere
Her taste is warmth and hard to define
This is the world...
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Higher Ground
03:14
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I'm taking the papers, not absorbing a single word
In deep conversation, I'm not sure what I've heard
I've got the radio playing, where it's tuned, I can't tell
I don't notice the TV, but maybe that's just as well
The times we'll have that matter most
Photos and dust just don't even come close
And I'll be wading around 'til I find higher ground by your side
Books that need reading, stand on shelves in unsullied ranks
And records I'm playing could be acetate blanks
Times we'll have...
Your lost and found is where I'll hang around, I confide
I'll be wading around 'til I find higher ground by your side
Your lost and found is where I'll hang around, I confide
Places I go to tend to be places we've been
I can't help but remember all we've said, done and seen
Times we'll have...
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7. |
Tuesday's Waiting
04:04
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The late show ends, the picture fades, I'm receiving once again
Emotional flow just doesn't show, no soft whispering of names
Tuesday's waiting now for me
Tuesday's saying, come and see, in the morning
The weekend came and went, Monday didn't hang around too long
Empty yesterdays ask, where the hell am I going wrong?
Tuesday's waiting now for sure
Tuesday's waiting now once more, in the morning
Another long lie-in, another day just waiting to begin
From dreams that picture something more than this
Something dreams don't miss
Pictures in dreams
Through dark shaded specs, today could've been any other day
The date changes, but these blue situations seem to stay
Tuesday's waiting now for me
Tuesday's waiting, there I'll be, in the morning
Another long lie-in...
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8. |
A Terminal Where?
04:16
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Send me anywhere, new world or old
I'll show we care, kick ass and scold
Tell me what to say, I'll say it in style
I'll make them clap, cry and smile
Help me memorise each word from the start
SO in my eyes, they'll see it's from the heart
Jokes, ad-libs, a promise or two
But no specifics, that's not what we do
Tell me the words, for what's going on
A man's got to do what's got to be done
In all situations, so they tell me
Nations wait on my every decree
Regimes to shore up, people to free
Today if it's Europe this is speech twenty three
Tell me the words...
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9. |
Handle with Care
03:54
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Take a look at ourselves without the weight of romance
You've got books on your shelves I can't even pronounce
And the records you play, though I've heard a lot worse
I don't enthuse the right way, you give me chapter and verse
If it was love at first sight, now I've your fondest regard
We could be farther apart, though we'd have to work hard
And if the clothes you wear are a statement you make
You're saying handle with care, every sentence is fake
And I think that what I'm trying to say
Is it never really mattered anyway
Whether our paths crossed or not, we never really cared
And now the silence when we drive at night
The way we never hold each other tight
Means solitude for two, troubles doubled never shared
Another bee from the fridge to check the damage we've done
Things must be badly amiss, another six-pack is gone
When we talk now it seems conversation is dead
For us now it means everything has been said
And I think...
Never handled with care, never given a chance
We've been learning to crawl, never looking to dance
And I think...
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Maps & Dreams
10:39
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Pages that lie here before me are temptation itself
Thoughts that rise up and draw me could've been left on the shelf
Papers with windows are forming an orderly press
There's no sense in ignoring, still I do, more or less
I'm finding out what you mean to me
You're all I'm wanting to hear, all I'm needing to see
Is everything always just as it seems?
I'm hanging on for the positive touch
Gazing at serpents that aren't there as such
Losing myself in maps and in dreams
The seas that surround, seven's enough
And the mountains abound as the skies climb above
Networks of colour impede, yet seem so inert
Acres of willing and need, borders of hurt
I'm finding out...
And I know love's in vain
Deserts on fire and chilled by the night
Cries of pain and desire move from dark into light
And at the edge of the page, dragons wait in the wings
But that was some other age, the future always begins
I'm finding out...
And I know love's in vain
Love's never in vain
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Hailing from Liverpool, living in Oxford - Barry Horrocks is the Semblants and The Proxy Server
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