1. |
Nailed
04:32
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NAILED
Check suit in the breeze
Of the loosening tide
Crossing Bridge McGovern
Where the greasy river slides.
Can feel the release
As I’m moving inside
Mirror valley shiver
Walking through the flickered lights.
Clear bright alone
Not looking backwards
In my house of fear.
Can float in the stream
Of the luminous night
Where the seas of laughter
Flash beneath the city sky
Metropolis deep
Sad and wondrous sigh
I’ll love you forever
Walking through the flickered lights
Clear bright alone
Not looking backwards
In my house of fear.
(Words S H Jones)
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2. |
Blue runner
03:53
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BLUE RUNNER
It’s daybreak on the hill
When I see the cranes fly high
Her grey dress hanging still
On the wall the shadows glide
Their staggered flight it bends
Across the morning sky
There’s a road that takes me there.
It’s daybreak on the hill
On the clear untamed horizon
The landscape like a still
Figure lies in naked silence
Take me where you go blue runner rolling by
On the road that takes me there.
Your silver soul
Through the prairies metal glow
Your silver soul
Tracks me, you’re like a flame I can’t hold.
When I wake I can still
Feel it in my veins like fire
As I wake I can still
Feel the same insane desire
Straighten from the road blue runner rolling by
Every road it takes me there.
Your silver soul
Burns the further west I go
Your silver soul
Tracks me, you’re like a flame I can’t hold.
Your silver soul
Through the prairies metal glow
Your silver soul
Tracks me, you’re like a flame I can’t hold.
(Words - S H Jones)
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3. |
Rose-Marie's leaving
04:01
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ROSE-MARIE’S LEAVING
When I was born
Naked and free
Mama’s mind went
Out of her reach
When I was born
Just you and me
Rose-Marie I don’t believe you’ll leave me.
And in the storms
Of destiny
When the lights went
You’d come to me
Then with the dawn
When i could see
Rose-Marie Never believe you’ll leave me.
Something’s wrong
It’s plain to see
The way your eyes rest
Nervous on me
Everyone wants real love
Everyone wants real hatred
But nobody wants to put their hand in the fire
Rose-Marie I don’t believe you’ll leave me.
I was born
With a crucifixion complex
High in the fields
Under the sky
But what I see is what I believe
And Rose-Marie I don’t believe you’ll leave me.
(Words S H Jones)
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4. |
The cyclone
03:53
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THE CYCLONE
Through the back door
The cyclone sailed her heart
Through the house she flows
And lifts his bride from the ground
And through the trees
He clung to them both
And their twisted sheets
Don’t know why she came here
But she won’t take her away.
And by the vineyard wall
He caught her flaxen hair
And the cyclone paused
And stayed where he held her high
Her eyes stroked the plain
Far far away.
Through the black port
The cyclone sailed her heart
Where the Bora blows
A wind that cries through the town
Across the sea
She says she won’t go
In these foreign streets
And the road that came here
Is the road that takes you away.
By the station wall
She left them standing there
Her eyes stroked the plain
Far far away.
(Words S H Jones)
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5. |
Where the souls meet
03:55
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6. |
Get critical
04:34
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GET CRITICAL
Never beginning never ending days
Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand
And the blunted knife presses into me.
Melting in the airless heat
The walls close in on me
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another, like nervous thunder
Thudding in my head a heart
Is beating out the boredom
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another,
Like nervous thunder
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep
And the ever watching walls lean over me.
But when I wake I feel alone
There is nothing but a vast blank floor
And although the walls are watching
I can never reach them, no matter how far I walk
I can never reach them.
Perhaps I’m hypnotised by the rhythm of walking
I don’t know and I don’t really care
All I want is clarity, a degree at least of clarity.
And gradually in the bright
Yellowing light there is detail
I have to hold myself back
Because I am afraid of losing it
I cannot reach this by striking
Out wildly in the dark.
Slowly I am aware of something in my hand
It is another hand
And there are buildings, high-rise, tall
Slender, monumental in the yellow light.
I see the word ‘Firestone’
And great movie star faces:
Garage, barbershop, Kiosk, multi-family dwellings
Drug store, sheet glass, casino, Hotel Bethlehem,
And a wisp of my new loves thick brown hair
Brushes against my cheek
As the passing mouths of streets and arcades
Gulp in the new world rising.
This is the new world rising.
(Words S H Jones)
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7. |
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BEFORE THE POWER GOES DOWN
She’s my saviour
But I don’t know what you’ve come to
She’s my saviour
Mona Ray
Mona Ray
Your doorstep on a winters day
Mona Ray
She’s my saviour
But I don’t know what you’ve come to
She’s my saviour
Mona Ray
Dancing on her own
Moonlight on the floor
Mona Ray
I can’t see you
Surrounded me with your toil
But I don’t know what you’ve come to
Mona Ray
And I’ve filled my head up with you
She’s lying on the floor
In trouble with the law
Mona Ray
Mona Ray
Strangers at the door
Floating around the floor
And I like the things that you do
She’s my saviour
But I don’t know what you’ve come to
She’s my saviour
Mona Ray
Mona Ray
Curtains on the floor
Can’t see enough of you.
(Words - S H Jones)
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8. |
The obvious
05:06
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THE OBVIOUS
The figure of Pawschien walking ahead of me in the heat haze
Jacket over his shoulder in the Sunday dockside quiet
Cavernous empty warehouses blowing metal thunder and contorting under the sun
And the bay beaten like a feline coat of steel
He stumbles in the sand of slaters beach and turns smiling
He’s a plain guy, black hair down like a thatch
White teeth glistening black eyes smiling
Born in the old town grew up in the streets
I Know nothing of his past but I have a vision of younger with a desperate face
Blade jumping in his hand like a snake knife
Don’t know where that comes from - I follow him.
His home town was built wooden and tall
And as the dusk fell the streets became paths in a forest
Light bulbs swinging in the fluted air of Aviary hill
Great cages alive with honey coloured birds
And song like the warbled sadness of a lullaby
Walking on a thousand years of eggshells.
I take a draught of cold beer from a clouded glass and look around the room
Pawschien talking with brothers
The men have self-made tattooed grids on their forearms
In which there are Sanskrit letters
They tell me all that they know is the obvious
And that if I stay with them maybe I will learn it too.
Suede head girls with grey eyes and clear skin
One has a crescent scar on her cheekbone
She looks at me with an air of smiling anticipation
As though she is expecting me to recognise her at any second
Others are watching me too - same expression
Then turn away laughing, shaking heads... it’s OK you’ll remember.
Back in the streets the scent of the human night seems to hold me
Steps muted by onion skins
Old women sleep curled in the roots of houses
Coiled around bales and bundles of fresh herbs and babies.
Walking the wooden tunnels out of town all I can think is
- remember your way back here
As in the darkness all has vanished
Remember your way back here
It’s all I can think.
(Words S H Jones)
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9. |
Jewel park
06:52
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JEWEL PARK
Jewel park in the fall
Winter’s on its way and it’s cold
He squints out of a slumber and he sees
Bright leaves fall through the trees
A broken fragment of a mirror
Shines brightly.
Jewel park in the fall
Needs a holiday from the cold
She pulls her little precious on a lead
Hard to walk in high heels
A gentle current like a shiver
Blows lightly.
Jewel park in the fall
It’s a hide away from the law
He looks a little off colour as he leans
Making sure he can’t be seen
The opal serpent of a river Shines brightly.
Jewel park in the fall
The sun is on the lake glowing gold
He looks a little older than he feels
Almost time for aperitif
The broken fragment of a mirror
Shines brightly.
(Words S H Jones)
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10. |
Highway 4287
08:16
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HIGHWAY 4287
On the rust red plain
Green eyes like heaven
A dark and placid lake
Sky glowing with cold stars
Shines like a razor for your love
And the dust clouds fade
4287
The great and ravaged plain
Juke box in ‘The wild card’
Sings ‘I’m a stranger to your heart’
Shines with the sun up like fresh blood
On the rust red plain
4287
A rotten motorcade
Clothes hang in the back yard
Sings ‘I’m a stranger to your heart’
On the lost highway
Blue sky like heaven
A dark and placid lake
The dulled and cracking paint
On the lost highway
4287
Written on a number plate
Thinking of her mothers face
Shaking her hair
On the lost highway
Green eyes like heaven
A dark and placid lake
Two cars pulled level
Shine like a razor for your love
She saw a rattle snake
Green eyes like heaven
Thinking of her mothers face
Clothes hang in the back yard
A rotten motorcade.
(Words S H Jones)
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And Also The Trees London, UK
England, 1979 - present day.
Recorded 13 studio albums. Toured with The Cure. Robert Smith and Lol Tolhurst
produced early recordings. Have since toured frequently in Europe and on occasion America and Japan.
Known for their captivating live performances, a unique style of mandolin like electric guitar, poetic lyrics and dark jazz rhythms.
Most recent album - 'Born into the waves' 2016.
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