1. |
Stabbed
05:52
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Here in the quiet
I'm staring at the edge
Of the dawn appearing
Too late or too soon
For redemption or rescues
Or reasons for the words I cannot or will not
Ever say ...
These are memories
That are distant and clouded
Like the letters and photographs
Strewn now across your floors
Strange lives lived before
Their stories mean nothing now
But you cannot and will not ever
Let them go
CH: Pour another wine then step on outside
Whisper your bitterness to the fragile sky
Stand then fall, stabbed to the frozen winter ground
Raise your fist, then slowly, slowly let it fall
Back down
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2. |
Links
03:15
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In the cold
Of your
Alone
And the low birds
In weak dawn
Light
You return to your dreams
Your only
Sanctuary
Now your hands
Aren't where they're supposed
To be
And your eyes
Follow a floating
World
CH: The corners of my room
Loom large in my view
And report back to me
Of links to the simple things like
Love and loss
Love and loss
CH
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3. |
Song/s
03:21
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I was happy and I was sad
In the one breath
The one that I had
Just as I ... died
Up there alone
Destroying my own songs
Songs that nobody knows
Or will ever want to know
Just like, just like this song
Or any song yet to come
I think of life and I think of death
In the one breath, repeatedly
One is here and one is near
Small comfort that I know
That my atoms (will) dissipate
Into the universe
Just like this song
or any song yet to come
CH: Accept, regret, effect, regret, forget
Accept, regret, effect, regret, forget
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4. |
Intangibles
05:24
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This is what it is
Goodbye tomorrow, you've never meant a thing
Goodbye tomorrow, and don't you come back
Again
(Largely inaudible ramblings)
CH: I'm never right and I'm always wrong
Doing things that will bring me undone
I'll go now and leave you alone
Thank me later when you're coming 'round
Well that was what it was
The rude mechanicals of velvet friends
The remains of dismay
Goodbye tomorrow, you never meant a thing
Goodbye tomorrow, and don't you come back
(Largely inaudible ramblings)
CH
(Largely inaudible ramblings)
CHx2
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5. |
Galler
02:38
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Ode to Joy
Whoever that might
Born into nothingness
In 2023
And this nice young girl
Killed the elderly
Smashed them with a tyre iron
Set them free, she said
CH: The good gift to us
The gravity of their time
And so in tune are they
We must bow, scrap and flagellate
But no more
And this nice young girl
Killed the amutees
Wrote 'born to die'
On their bloodied knees
CH
M/8
CH
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6. |
ITC
03:34
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Into the city
The swollen city
Where the people don't know
And the people don't care
About what you've done
Or haven't done
Outside the city
In your shitty little town
Where the people all know
And the people all care
About what you've done
Or haven't done
Now in the city
The supine city
Whrere the people don't know
And the people don't care
About what you do or don't do
In their city
This indifferent city
Where you'll never get on
And you'll never belong
With anyone
Or anything
So you leave the city
The failed great city
And the people don't know
And the people don't care
That you've gone
That you've left their city
Their beautiful city
Back to your home
Your shitty little home
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7. |
Mirror
02:43
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8. |
A!
04:40
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When the glasses decide that it's time to play
And the air is silent in its long dismay
No pipes are calling, no semaphores are raised
Inherent sadness destroys the good that might be
If there was any good in the world
Destroys
The world
Two men on a train, smacked out, speak of love
It would be kindness to kill them, but I don't
I turn instead and watch the outside fly on by
All is relative I know, them, me, the sky
Fly away now
On golden wings
Seek out the stars
See what tomorrow might bring
Oh, fly away now
On golden wings
Seek out the stars
See what tomorrow might bring
Oh, and fly away now
Fly away
Oh, fly away now
Fly away
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9. |
Fault
05:03
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I think its gone this time
Removed from all their tiny minds and
Forgotten like the breeze that blew
On the day that we first met
CH: You and I
The drunks
The manic punch of our first kiss
We fell into a deep abyss of lies
We disguised with too soon calls of love
Taken from the handbook
Of how these things are meant to go
Oh, no, no, no
You can see now
Its not our fault
Sew the pillows of my disgrace
Whereupon I can hide my face from
The memories of the low life things I've done
Or haven't done or could not do
Not then and not now
In this sad little place
The curtain down on an one act play about
CH: You and I
The drunks
The manic punch of our first kiss
We fell into a deep abyss of lies
We disguised with too soon calls of love
Taken from the handbook
Of how these things so often go
Oh, no, no, no
How these things so often go
Now, oh, you can see
Its not our fault
Oh, no, no, no
Its not
Its not our fault
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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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