Caroline And I

Born in the very same year
Alive at a similar time
 
It gave me something small that I could feel
That maybe as you grew you knew how I'd feel
And Caroline & I knew how you'd feel
 
Rattled through our teenage years
Battled and loved who we fought
 
The first time you left home on your own I knew
A little bit of you is gone when you do
And Caroline & I well we grew, well that's true
 
Caroline & I

Poison In The Walls

Back and forward, eyes on the prize
Powder burns and lies
Medusa on the strings
And though you’re fading fast
You thought you’d made it past
The guards and the dogs
Circuit lines and cogs
Machines that make you wings
Don’t run on dirty oil
You’re getting stale

But sometimes you see those eyes in the sky
There’s poison in the walls
The revolution never called
And now we’re all the same

For so long deep down and blue
There’s nothing more that’s new
And where’s that brilliant juice
The flame that fired your heart
That made you want to start
Oh, oh let’s go
And on with the show
The snake’s up in the roof
Then the click of hoof
It’s time to fly
 
But sometimes you see those eyes in the sky
There’s poison in the walls
The revolution never called
So don’t go outside like a child in the streets
Hanging on by claws
Another useless empty cause
And now we’re all the same
Skin

And though you’re fading fast
Your dreamings’ free

But sometimes you see those eyes in the sky
There’s poison in the walls
The revolution never called
So don’t go outside like a child in the streets
Hanging on by claws
Another useless empty cause
And now we’re all the same
Skin

Mrs. Morgan

Mrs.  Morgan’s neighbours have finally had enough
’cause she’s been telling fortunes
and now she’s called their bluff
‘cause no one likes their secrets
walking ‘round the town
and everyone’s defeated
as the light just shivers down

she never wanted to see the rain

it’s an easy greasy Sunday
the dew’s still on the lawn
a plane is writing letters
‘people you’ve been warned’
and the neighbourhood is praying
now their secret’s been revealed
and Mrs. M keeps saying
there’s one thing you can’t steal

she never wanted to see the rain

but sometimes it crumbles
like sand through your hands
and sometimes it cracks and cracks

she never wanted to see the rain

In Her Diary

In her diary
are photographs
of some people she's known
Stuck with tape
to the page
and written beneath are words
For these people she's known
these people she's known
written in ink
simple words
the kind you find sometime
written in stone
written in stone
 
In her diary
are chapters
of a book she wrote
The time and place
the recent past
but she can't seem to find
how those people spoke
or told jokes
She tries to unlock
and all that she's got
is some kind of thing
that reminds her
of a photograph
of some people she's known
Stuck with tape
to the page
and written beneath are words
In her diary

Too Much Of One Thing

Nothing in my life is numbered
In my life nothing is planned
You might think you see purpose
When what you're seeing is a band
A thin line like from a spider 
Upon which I dance
Nothing in these days is constant
Come home to chance
 
In the distance Is a bridge
And on the bridge a rail
I have known a hundred women
And part of me loves to fail
But then again I have broken
The expectations of a King
And through the mist and the armour
Too Much Of One Thing
 
Some rise in the morning
Their milk upon the sill
The last time I saw sunrise
It had a dream to kill
Breath low my scented lover
Bottles and vials, potions and pills
I could carve you from memory
Then carry you through these hills
 
Behind my back is a curtain
In my eyes there is love
Two sides to this story
The great divide makes it tough
There are those that despise me
Lead me round on a ring
But I've always been a target
Too Much Of One Thing
 
When I rise in the morning
It's as if I've walked a hundred miles
What I once did so easy
Now comes in a hundred styles
Hundred styles in a magazine
The same summer to spring
What I need is persistence
Too Much Of One Thing

Crooked Lines

Underneath the lightfields
Near a wall of water
You can put your head down here
Forget all you fought for
Gotta learn to give
Gotta learn to live
Crooked lines

See the day reappearing
Bright light like butter
You can say we’re faking
Athens or Sparta
Gotta learn to give
Gotta learn to live
Gotta learn to breathe
Gotta learn to leave
Crooked lines

Old Mexico

Somebody somewhere is stealing time
Take a trip to Old Mexico
Where you can unwind
No need to say you’re sorry
No need to beg
Just try the perfect stranger in your head

You were so excited
But you weren’t invited 
You were so excited
Turn the lights off, you’ll be blinded

Hang out with lotus people
Down at the beach
Daydreams and brilliant colours
They’re in your reach
No need to say you’re sorry
No need to beg
Just try the perfect stranger in your head

You were so excited
But you weren’t invited
You were so excited
Turn the lights off, you’ll be blinded

No need to say you’re sorry
No need to beg
Just try the perfect stranger in your head
No need to pray for glory
No need to bleed
Just try another story is what you need

You  were  so  excited but you weren’t invited

Make Her Day

She's got eyes that really know how to sting
She's got fins that reach and touch everything
All that glitters gold that paves her way
And I just came down here try to make her day
 
She's got a place in history that's what I think
When they write that book they'll doublethink
All the dust will have to get blown away
And I just came down here try to make her day
 
I came down all this way 
and this is what I say

Something For Myself

Trapped within an image
unable to move
Want to get out of Folk
and get into Rare Groove
Want to go to Brazil
and see how the people move, in that town
 
Want some _expression
need to get a new length
It might sound flitty
need to get a new strength
Go to a new country
where you don't know it's length, think I'll go
 
Raised in the Depression
suspicious of what is new
Told not to pick at
society's glue
Think I'll sniff it
That's what I'll do, for myself

Unfinished Business

When you miss your baby
You need some heaven
That’s what I heard
Unfinished business

Are you gonna make it?

You’re tired and bit frost
Tattoos and snapshots 
Then lose your way
Unfinished business

Are you gonna make it?

All songs written by Forster/McLennan and published by Complete Music, London