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No guts, yeah
You know by now
It’s the same old story
Of chances lost
No names
And no faces
Confined to dreams
Both days and nights
They’re gone now
And you soon will go
To be written in dust
On the walls of empty houses
Outside goodbyes under starry skies
She looked to the stars, he looked in her eyes
Close enough to feel her warm breathe on me
But too far removed from her still beating heart
Mistrust, yeah
I know you know
It’s the same sad story
Of poor recall
So here and there
Memories divided
A brindled sky
Filled with our stars
Or just a dream
Misremembered with age
By a drunken old man
Pretending something
Could have come from us
When there’s nothing to be written of us
Nothing
Ever written in the dust
On the walls
Of empty houses
A mostly undefined situation
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2. |
On Maple Grove Road
04:14
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The maple grove sliding away
Up ahead into the night
Hands together walking the rows
In broken time, our broken lives
CH 1: Coursing through the apple trees
We know our crimes
Hidden under the obvious
Secrets divulged
There’s a name, a name for this
There’s a price for us to pay
Outside ourselves in cold pre-dawn
We don’t speak, we know our resolve
We’ll bleed our names
For all to find
What was our fate?
We know our fate
No reason to hide
Tomorrow won’t arrive
CH
CH 2: My hands free to move
My heart resolved
I look into your cold dead eyes
And sail on through
CH 3: Coursing through the orchard grove
One last time
Stolen moments away from life
Our secrets told
CH 4: Coursing through the apple trees
One last time
Breathe away the memories
For one last crime
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3. |
Out Of Shape
04:35
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Look over there
What is he doing?
His head is in his hands
His life on display
Call out to him
You won’t get an answer
He’ll run and hide instead
To float on away
CH: Was he ever alive?
No other way describes this feeling inside
No time in life has been the time of his life
His only thought is to float on away
He was never alive
Nothing more than the blood on his hands
The words he used to hold back the night
Bent out of shape as he floats on away
Hurry now, come see him swinging
His limbs out of shape
His mind carried through
See him there, watch now he’s falling
But not down to the ground
He floats on away
CH
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Words
Filling spaces
Taking time
Making shapes
Some meaning
To someone
Somewhere
Sometime
If they want it
Or they need it
It is here
Always here
CH: Random words like ‘fish hooks’ yeah
On the end of an endless line
Meaningless and benign
Lie awake for me to take the bait and …
Run
For as long as I can run
Run
‘Til I can run no more
Light
And Shade
Hesitation
In the spaces
Of the pages
Of the books
Never opened
On the shelves
But to someone
Somewhere
Sometime
There is meaning
CH 2: Fast forward now to the end of it all
On the floor crawling to the door
No light, no sound, no memory
I cannot stand let alone …
Run
I can run no more
Run
Reel me in, I have no more
Run …
Run …
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5. |
A Flat Surface
03:02
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Long the days
Inside me
Not in sync
With my hands
Long the nights
In my mind
Travel far
From here
CH: Where are we?
Who are we?
To be
Pulled in to the fire
Caught up with desire
To be far from me
Oh, to be free
Over there
Borrowed air
Not for me to breathe
Or feel
The naked words
Take their turns
To butcher me
Where I stand
CH
Where are we?
Who are we?
Where are we?
Who are we?
To be free
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Uncomplicated and looking down
To the depths
Unwelcome and grey
A wanton dismay
Pinnacles of a sorry kind
Inside of him
A deep desolation
Of its own making
CH: What of the then and
The here and now?
Just more moments lost on him
Oh yeah, it’s all lost on him
Oh, what of the now and then, my friends?
Just more moments lost on him
Oh yeah, it’s all lost on him
So if you’re looking for me in here
You’ll only find lies and hollow words
Oh, these words
CH2: What of the then and
The here and now, my friends?
Just more moments lost on him
Oh yeah, it’s all lost on him
Uncomplicated and looking down
To the depths unwelcome and grey
His shallow, wanton dismay
No good looking here for me
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7. |
No My Business
03:29
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Sew shut your sorrowed lips
Don’t speak more at all
Of the costs and consequences
Claims and counterclaims
Trysts and dalliances
Mostly all forgotten
With no chance now to fill in the gaps
So shut your sullied mind down
Don’t think more at all
Of lives lived before
With less and less recall
CH: Their voices gone
Dead or dead to me
Never to be heard again
Their faces gone
Blurred or misshapen
Never to be seen again by me
Burn those scraps of paper
That offer no real answers
Just glimpses of starts and ends
And the wretched in-betweens
Do you think they would care?
Any more now than they did back then
Back in those awful days
Their voices gone
Dead or dead to me
Never to be heard again
Their faces gone
Blurred or misshapen
Never to be seen again by me
CH 2: Oh never to be seen again
Ever by …
Me
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Oh in the dark
Beneath the scars
Behind the eyes
He’s dressed in white
I can’t describe
His gnarled hands
Between the eyes
Nothing is alive
CH: So hold me
Hold me tight
And press your lips
Press your lips to mine
Hold me tight
Never take flight
Open wounds
Hold the line
Start to climb
Across the way
In a fog
Overstayed
All time
For all time
CH
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9. |
How To Manual
03:02
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4:30 am
Don’t know how or when
But this is coming to an end
The light blinds me
The seat binds to me
And this
It’s coming to an end
Calling for the sun
For the air now to hum
But for me
This is coming to an end
CH: (She said)
You go and on about your pain
Every single fucking day
Well, it drains me
And if I’ve told you once,
It’s a thousand times
Look, you wanna die?
Just get on with it
In fact I’ll get a rope and chair
And help you with your fucking fall
(‘You help me with my fucking fall’)
Just to shut you up, once and for all
(‘We would meet as strangers the rest of our fucking lives’)
4:40 am
Back here again
And it’s all come to an end
CH 2: (‘You help me with my fucking fall’)
I’ll help you with your fucking fall, my dear
I’ll help you with your fucking fall, my dear
(‘What else?’)
(‘You help me with my fucking fall’)
I’ll help you with your fucking fall, my dear
(‘You help me with my fucking fall’)
Oh, believe me, I’ll help you with your fucking fall
My dear
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He Dark Age Brisbane, Australia
He Dark Age is a collaboration between Paul Newsome (Pork, The Sump etc) and Tony Milner (Swell Guys, No-V-Bleet etc). We were mostly active from around 1986 to 1990 or so in Brisbane, but have started working together again with new releases from 2013. ... more
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