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1. |
Tip of the Tongue
04:13
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It's useless asking where we'll go,
because I don't know I've lost control.
We're waking up and down we go,
it's in the walls and in our bones.
This simple home hides more than shown,
it's silent banks are taking hold.
As the swollen ground begins to fold,
I'm at peace and swallowed whole.
It keeps me safe, it keeps me old,
I'll never leave this cobbled road.
A crucked spire breaks through the clouds,
that all light up without a sound.
I stand upon this hallowed ground,
the gravestones turn and take a bow.
I've washed my soul in an infant's dream,
It's still the same but now it's clean.
No train of thought, we're humble hosts,
we dont exist, we're living ghosts.
Everything we see seems to be stretched,
everything you were you will forget.
There's a 'secret spider' in my mouth,
it showed itself and climbed right out.
It looked at me and nodded once,
then climbed back in and got 'this' wrong.
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2. |
Full of Nothing
05:02
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Let me plug you in,
my toxic head.
Dont leave your filth behind,
bring it instead.
I want you to see what lurks,
beneath these eyes.
I'd like you to feel how pain,
can help you smile.
It's all we see,
and you can't escape this.
I try, I try.
So if you'd care to walk,
way out of mind.
Laugh at all there is,
it's all you'll find.
We stand with open arms,
hidden in smoke.
One more welcome step,
and we will surely choke.
It's all we see,
and you can't escape this.
I try, I try.
You see an emptiness,
guarded by hope.
Searching for a light,
you found a rope.
A darkness swallows you,
spits you inside.
To witness your collapse,
while worlds collide.
It's all we see,
and you can't escape this.
I try, I try.
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3. |
Honest Man
06:30
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I don't know what is wrong with me,
and I don't know where to start.
I think that something's broken,
but I know it's not my heart.
It's who I am and it's who I'll always be,
torn apart by thoughts and memories.
I want to walk the wilderness beneath an audience of stars,
and if I am to die out there then I'll be smiling as I starve.
Because I'll know I tried to break away,
from that shit we're forced to eat every single day.
I'll finally lose connection with all the cities and the cars,
and walk for miles and miles because you can never be too far,
from that twisted game you're taught to play,
imprisoned by numbers with lots of zeros which can only teach you to learn to hate.
But no matter how far I walk I'll always have these human hands,
so I got a little plastic bag filled with silver shiny sand.
And my dragon ignites my human light,
the world doesn't change but I dont care coz I'm alright.
Since the clock stopped moving and dissapeared into the wall,
I swallowed half my happiness and I'm feeling kinda small.
And I know that it's not okay,
but when I'm sinking I'm content and you can't take that away.
I started to discover that I wasn't quite cut out,
for a big house in the countryside where I'd never be without,
when I saw what we become,
a forgotten shell in an empty castle left bitter and alone.
As I write this song I think of how small we really are,
so really all this shit on life is no bigger than a half,
of a fraction and it hurts my head,
so to ease the pain I have to simplify so for now I think you live and then you're dead.
They criticize my ideal life and they say I'd never last,
but what they all fail to see is that I couldn't be less arsed,
how can you waste what isn't there?
To be alive is not to survive it's to enjoy the life you get to live I swear.
I don't think I'll get lost enough,
I'll never get that far,
this planet isn't big enough,
you'll always know where you are.
So I guess down the road will have to do,
you'll find me frozen in a biffa bin beneath a rubbish chute.
So take my hand and follow me,
all's we need is time.
I wanna get real close to you,
swap spit and share a line.
Then lie with you and talk all night,
and as the sun comes up we'll fall asleep side by side.
Give me a reason to say I tried,
to kill the black dog deep inside.
Open the green door we hide behind,
give me a reason to change my mind.
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4. |
Insect
03:45
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It was a different kind of bright,
yellow fast moving lights.
I guess I am to blame,
to be seen would be a shame.
In art I do defend,
my simple hollow friend.
Who's murky shallow grave,
is begging you to stay.
To feel, to feel alive.
Smoking in the rain,
alone we're all the same.
Just laugh you'll be okay,
on flames you'll ride away.
To an island in the sky,
where everything on it's right.
Beneath the frozen sun,
I'll be waiting for her to come.
I long, I long to be.
For now I stand outside,
forever this wicked kind.
Will you replace me now,
my heavenly parasite.
There's an alien in the mist,
in love with an angels kiss.
It had a silent box,
now everything in it talks.
My heart is sinking down,
it hurts but helps me out.
To face, to face it all.
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5. |
Silk
06:01
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My friend's in a tree skinning up,
we're not far from 'them' but it's enough.
I might see you again but I don't know where,
it's a beautiful thing so if I do then I'll see you there.
My arm hurts but I'm okay,
I can't seem to feel it anyway.
The cherry chased the real pain away,
but it comes back worse every single day.
You long to be seen but you walk wrapped up in cloth,
cause you fear what you hide is ugly as no one's told you it's not.
You can be beautiful, just shed the skin that you brought,
around me you can live like you won't ever get caught.
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6. |
Little shelf
05:18
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I dream quickly,
I don't linger,
I'm quiet as I can.
I'm so happy,
but I can't smile,
I hope she'll understand.
I walk slowly,
along a fine line,
between here and hell.
I miss looking,
over the edge,
of my little shelf.
So we sleep.
I wish I had,
more to say,
but I'll just get it wrong.
I've learnt now,
my lesson,
an emotion's not a thought.
I'd tell you,
everything,
but I can't say it all.
So I write,
most of it,
against some shitty wall.
But it won't leave,
it wont leave.
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7. |
Solar
04:27
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I'll find it hard to write this song,
but maybe you can prove me wrong.
That love's hard to get but it's not gone,
that I'm not dead, I've just slept too long.
I dont know if I should say,
but just this once I'll say it anyway.
This thing I speak of moves so fast,
and it's very very hard to catch.
If I miss it this time then I am done,
and I guess that you'll just carry on.
I pray maybe i could be wrong,
but maybe I can never belong.
Coz now I know what it is like,
to see that secret shining light.
That so many died to keep alive,
that so many have tried and failed to find.
I didn't mean,
I didn't mean to rock your boat.
My twisted heart's been wound too tight,
all weighed down by a thousand minds.
You cannot run from what you are,
even if you've a head start.
I used to think I had to kill myself,
to give my life meaning in exchange for hell.
For I saw no light in all this rain,
people are mean when you're strange.
But like everyone else I can be wrong,
I'm glad I am, I can be strong.
When you smile you'll take me worlds away,
but I'm dragged back every single day.
I spit and scream at all this dark,
and I might not win all the time but it's a start.
I guess in the end I'm trying to say,
when I find you I'll find a way.
May everything,
may everything glide far away.
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8. |
Monkey Sees
05:01
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This scar you gave to me,
this scar's a makeshift heart.
This scar is everything,
this scar is pulled apart.
Monkey sees, monkey does,
monkey speaks.
Monkey please, monkey don't,
monkey believes.
My god she's beautiful,
she sets my teeth on edge.
Like the steaming crimson red,
pouring from her open neck.
Everyday day, life's a bitch,
everyday.
Everyday, life's a bitch,
every single day.
Look what you've done now,
arse over tit, you're going down.
My reflection makes me sick,
my god it makes me sick,
please believe me I am sick,
lord forgive me I am sick.
Look away, dont look at me,
fucking change.
They try to sell me shit,
the same old fucking shit.
Every fucking day,
keep the fuck away.
Keep away, say, keep away,
just keep away.
Keep away, keep away,
keep away.
Look what you've done now,
arse over tit, you're going down.
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9. |
Higher Place
03:31
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There's this succubus,
she follows me everywhere.
I didn't care for what she said,
but now her words won't leave my head.
Happy days in happy places,
everybody's swapping faces.
Who am I and who are they,
and who'm I asking anyway.
As the devils wings begin to sing,
all my demons stir within.
They scratch my skull paper thin,
I'll believe in anything.
Do you think you're better off,
on your own but your in love,
with a voice swimming in your head,
who thinks that you'd be better dead.
So if you were to die tommorow,
would you like your mind to follow.
Along with everything you've done,
life would simply carry on.
But I find it hard to picture nothing,
so maybe there must be something.
Waiting on the 'other side',
a weightless secret in the sky.
Until my light expires,
and my number reaches minus.
I guess I'll just carry on,
reaching for a loaded gun.
Coz I wanna be where I belong,
I've been somewhere for far too long.
These broken dreams I did not choose,
there's nothing but time left here to lose.
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10. |
System Healthy
04:54
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The sky is dark,
above my head.
In the ocean,
on my bed.
A liquid silver star,
is pulling me apart.
It's language of light,
in the silence of sight.
Hey,
it's all in my head.
I hear whispers,
against my ear.
The harder I listen,
the less I can hear.
I'm my own disease,
locked away with me.
But I'll find a way out,
somehwere, somehow.
Hey,
it's all in my head.
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Celladoor Manchester, UK
Celladoor is an independent musical entity run by artist Djinn Seldom Mire (Aaron James Davies).
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