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Walking into light
From the blank evening sky Knuckles rub away the darkness Circling my eyes Walking into warmth From the cold evening air Numb white fingers push Greasy rain through my hair You walk into view From shadow thrown against the door Hands reach out and grasp the moment They've been waiting for You pull me close Dampness seeps through to your skin You peel the layers away I feel the fire ignite within You create the feeling I contain the need It's moments that we're stealing No pleasure's ever free You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat It's the only ,chance we're given Let's turn this cold to heat You possess the notion I take full heed We're bound by this emotion Two bodies - one heartbeat You create the feeling I contain the need You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat Desire comes alive Nothing interrupts the flow Water nurtures every crevice Where this love needs to grow Sliding to the floor We swell , falling to the ground The world becomes a place With no clear shapes, with no clear sounds We're lost for a short while In the knot where love's entwined You pour the freedom from deep inside I drink it back like wine The murmur of your voice Soft words soothe away the doubt your strength - so essential Something i can't do without You .... Inside we slow each movement 'Til we're static once again Outside the city runs Cars through roads like blood through veins Here sweet sticky air Locke a cover keeps us warm Drops of love fall from us The last moments of the storm Opening my eyes You're even closer now to me As the crowd goes pushing onwards Crashing forwards like a sea We turn and feel the world Right now a million miles away It's always there to interfere But I'm always here to say You .... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, ANNE/HARROW, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Planes thrust
Up thru' the pink Northern sky In perfect time Heavy bright White ships Glide on grey waters Stained shades of blue Past your window Past your view Sunlight rich Precious as gold Unfolds Unrolls a new day Clarity and light Shine a new way Contact made And at last I am seeing things anew Colours come pouring out From where I stand With you. |
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Upon these ghostly shadows Of men and women There are no smiles Singly They mingle With the greyness of the walls And at strange angels They travel on To nowhere Each a nucleus Of sadness and despair Small Or no conversation Passes their cigarette-stained lips They sit The lonely ones Sitting eternally In institutions That have become their eyes That have become their arms Their legs They are empty now Just shells moving back and forth Upon a shore Of some uncharted beach Up steep green hills They linger Like the darkness thoughts That push them selves Into your mind You cannot question them For they will not answer you They Are our deepest fears |
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They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old style hats and coats Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one anothers throats Man hands on misery to man It deepens like a coastal shelf Get out as early as you can And don't have any kids yourself |
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Sweat runs down the centre of my back
Crawling like an insect - it makes a track Sweat runs down the nape of my neck Anticipation - the cause and the effect So catch each drop as I catch each breath 'Til there's no doubt, no indecision, 'til there's not one question left Walking streets alone amid a mass of strangers' faces Fill my time with thoughts of you and I in distant places Now I must have you! You breathe new life - it's all around It calls my name without a sound This distance cuts down deep inside Planes carve like knives across the sky I must be with you! This place never cares to see who goes or who remains I wait and watch the boats set sail, I linger and listen to the far off trains This land of mine drifts off alone, far out to sea With no direction, no intention, nothing left to offer me And I can't stay! It stand alone - back on the world And through it all it still seems to curl Itself around the people, binding tighter than a rope Gives nothing away for something, each day without hope It's no home for the luxury of love! The good life out of each on the placards Doesn't hide away the truth of the broken down facades The buildings burn, the streets on fire Every muscle, every nerve stretched to reach for somewhere higher Feel me now! Will you remain, place your trust Turn ideas into motions before mechanisms rust Will you hold me tight with arms, with words, in your comfort keep me warm I beg refuge in your shelter as I fly into the storm Take me! Take me now! |
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from Anne Clark - Hopeless Cases (2000)
So these are circumstances
Leading to my sorry tale I was in a town I didn't know I'd arrived there by rail It all began a week before - The joys of Saturday Night - An invite to a party Or watching The Price Is Right Opting for a soir챕e For the first time in a year Mixed badly with the revelers Mixed Bacardi, wine and beer The room moved back and forwards The dancers did the same Found refuge in a corner That's when he asked my name Well this is very nice, I thought Smiling through the haze As we talked of Auguste Rodin Through to Harold Pinter's plays Said he played piano Said his name was Steve Why shouldn't I believe That he really lived so far away Had to make a move for home Scribbled down his address Said he didn't have a phone Would I like to come to dinner On Friday of next week To this i said I'd love to As he kissed me on the cheek That night I felt so happy Excited through and through See ! The company of strangers Doesn't always leave you blue Stumbled home contented Like a cat that got the cream Wake up a little weary But I knew it was no dream The next few days were auyiouns What could I find to wear ? What happens if i arrive And there is no Hope Road there ? My friend said don't be silly No one does things like that Now will you get a move on And take off that stupid hat ! Made sure I set out early Made sure I caught the train Got out at the right station Then of course came down the rain Followed the directions Exactly as he said Asked people if they new Hope Road But they just walked on ahead I turned left at the junction Took the fork off to the right Straight over at the crossroads Then down to the traffic lights must have walked those streets for hours in the dark and in the cold Before I really could accept There was no place called Hope Road So here I am alone again Indoors by myself The TV, plants, books and I All nearly on the shelf Next time I'll be more cautions Next time I Won't be fooled It's another of those basic things You're never taught at school Let this be a warning As you wander through the world It makes no difference who you are Be you boy or be you girl Be very , very careful When people seems so nice It's not how that it's expensive Later on you pay the price There's no Hope Road |
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from Anne Clark - Hopeless Cases (2000)
This house is full of loneliness
Of sad weary silence I switch on the television For some company Two actors A man and a Woman Give exaggerated little moans As they simulate A so called stimulating fuck For my entertainment Beneath the endless groans It's not real It's pretend Just like we pretended that last time To make you Night is the most difficult part off all I don't need this This vile, crude reminder Of how we play out our roles Without any script at all |
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from Anne Clark - Hopeless Cases (2000)
Remember me for what I was
Not as I am now I'll merge into the shadows I'll disappear into the rain Remember me for what I was Not as you see me now I'll walk out into tomorrow I'll melt into the sun Remember me for what I was A glance in your direction at the right time A smile breaking into a crescent moon A word of reassurance I'll protect myself Against the cold lash of tongues and lies I'll blend in with the crowd I'll disperse into the stream I'll fade into the darkness I'll turn and walk away Remember me for what I was As one world breaks in two I'll follow my own stricts I'll forge another path Remember me for what I was Not what I couldn't be Remember me for what I was And shall never be again |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
Time is beating harder
Time's running after me Time's running faster inside Running out of me Every movement... Every moment... Harder, faster into me Every movement's... Every moment's... Harder, faster into me Like you and your love Like you and your love Like you and your love Like you And your love Like you And your love Keeping time with me Like you and your love And your leaving Tearing into me Crashing into me Tearing me apart Pumping Beating A cold cold heart Pumping Bleeding Re-set Re-time Re-live Start Oh right now we're lost. We're big clocks of brass glass wood with hands swimming big blue waves crashing through seconds hours minutes spinning out of control dimly lit digits of time in space ringing out yet muted the endless blackness of now of night of love sex dizzying into distant spiral of light lit solely licked slowly by thick splashes of white love liquid life liquid a flickering screen to see you with pheromone to sense you with pheromone to name you with blinding burst head-splitting scream of no longer being matter all colours merging no matter take me to the edge of time of breath of life creating life playing with death dissolve me there at the edge Getting harder Getting easier Getting harder Getting easier The getting harder Makes it easier The getting harder Makes it easier To keep you close to me The getting harder Makes it easier To keep you deep in me... |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
These are just words from the void of wanting
Externalised in melody and chanting I want to be where darkness dwells A place in the city where night-time swells And spills itself over to the break of day With only eyes and hands to feel my way Take me to a place where darkness swells The pain to a point where it can't be held Burst and break it and let it all spill Through the dark city night where angels will I'm close enough to smell the drink on your breath Be under your skin being fully dressed To give and give and give 'til there's nothing left Take and take and take 'til you've all you need Take me to a place where darkness swells The pain to a point where it can't be held Burst and break it and let it all spill Through the dark city night where angels will In the guise of strangers Lead me back Let me heal Until I feel you touch me I can't dissolve Make water of my heart, make powder of my bones There's more pain here than I can keep inside me No place I know where it can't find me Take me to a place where darkness swells The pain to a point where it can't be held Burst and break it and let it all spill Through the dark city night where angels will Take and take and take me 'til I start to bleed Take me out of myself and set me free Free from the hurt to be absolved Until I feel you touch me I can't let go Take me to a place where darkness swells The pain to a point where it can't be held Burst and break it and let it all spill Through the dark city night where angels will In the guise of strangers Lead me back Let me heal. |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance Dreams become entangled in the system Environment moves over the sleeper Conditioned air Conditions sedated breathing The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh Soft and warm But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams We fight our insignificance The harder we fight The higher the wall Outside, the cancerous city spreads Like an illness Its symptoms In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations Tailed by the silent spotlights Of society-created paranoia No alternative could grow Where love cannot take root No shadows will replace The warmth of your contact Love is dead in metropolis All contact through glove or partition What a waste The city A wasting disease |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
I thank god for you
Through all the descending scales The falling skies So many shades of blue The warmth you radiate The path you led me to I'm thanking god for you In the fire of that August Each horizon seemed unreachable Now gently broken through And I thank god for you For each time you caught me in my falling Answered to my calling For what you made me do Thanking god for you It's just life inside unfolding Finding things once lost anew Love and mercy will in time Find and pull it through I'm thanking you And thanking something unknown Which may not or may be true But shows itself as love and mercy And what love in life can do. |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -
under desert sands, its black heart's beating the pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking But beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries and all around the world the world closes its eyes A people without land fights for existence as opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance Will their annihilation be the price of our silence? The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations' blood-thirsty threats of immediate action should the hold on resources ever be threatened There can be no excuses, no justification no heads turned away from their situation the price of our silence will be their annihilation! Beyond the marked borders, beyond strategic lines the dust's turning red, the wind's carrying cries and all around the world the world closes its eyes. |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn't tear us apart We'd keep our heads above the blackened water But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now . |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
Walking into light
From the blank evening sky Knuckles rub away the darkness Circling my eyes Walking into warmth From the cold evening air Numb white fingers push Greasy rain through my hair You walk into view From shadow thrown against the door Hands reach out and grasp the moment They've been waiting for You pull me close Dampness seeps through to your skin You peel the layers away I feel the fire ignite within You create the feeling I contain the need It's moments that we're stealing No pleasure's ever free You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat It's the only ,chance we're given Let's turn this cold to heat You possess the notion I take full heed We're bound by this emotion Two bodies - one heartbeat You create the feeling I contain the need You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat Desire comes alive Nothing interrupts the flow Water nurtures every crevice Where this love needs to grow Sliding to the floor We swell , falling to the ground The world becomes a place With no clear shapes, with no clear sounds We're lost for a short while In the knot where love's entwined You pour the freedom from deep inside I drink it back like wine The murmur of your voice Soft words soothe away the doubt your strength - so essential Something i can't do without You .... Inside we slow each movement 'Til we're static once again Outside the city runs Cars through roads like blood through veins Here sweet sticky air Locke a cover keeps us warm Drops of love fall from us The last moments of the storm Opening my eyes You're even closer now to me As the crowd goes pushing onwards Crashing forwards like a sea We turn and feel the world Right now a million miles away It's always there to interfere But I'm always here to say You .... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, ANNE/HARROW, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance Dreams become entangled in the system Environment moves over the sleeper Conditioned air Conditions sedated breathing The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh Soft and warm But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams We fight our insignificance The harder we fight The higher the wall Outside, the cancerous city spreads Like an illness Its symptoms In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations Tailed by the silent spotlights Of society-created paranoia No alternative could grow Where love cannot take root No shadows will replace The warmth of your contact Love is dead in metropolis All contact through glove or partition What a waste The city A wasting disease |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
Pauses
Are broken by statements, not tenderness I always wanted much more than this Heartsworn misguidance Disguised in abundance Of thoughts of the moment Not facts of the day Gestures are only as loud as the words I was tricked by the movement All sound went unheard Obscured by the darkness, I reach for your face But I find a cold emptiness has taken its place Left all alone after making that find A silent scream starts distorting the mind And I'm always wanting much more than this Left breathing in hope gently passed by your kiss But the lifeline is broken in two equal halves One closes up slowly The second one laughs... |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
So this is where the future lies
In a beer gut belly In an open fly Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys Punching, kicking, making noise From the cradle to the city streets They spill out their aggression By punching what they don't understand And stopping all forms of expression Teaching each other to be men By spewing in the street Well now I know just what to do To make my man complete! Against the power of their misguidance We must learn to fight To be just what we want to be Morning, noon and night Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just having Some form of identity Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just retaining Some form of identity Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just having Some form of individuality. |
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from Anne Clark - Wordprocessing - The Remix Project (1997)
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn't tear us apart We'd keep our heads above the blackened water But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now . |
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Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door.
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back. The memories are gray but, man, they're really coming back. I don't need to be the king of the world As long as I'm the hero of this little girl. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes. There's a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky. When I come home late at night and you're in bed asleep. I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath. I don't need to a superman As long as you will always be my biggest fan. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. We'll find our way. Yeah. Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard. Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard. I've got nowhere left to go, no one really cares. I don't know what to do but I'm never giving up on you. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. |
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Blood on the sand
Blood on the hands of a handful of madman What a way to see the world Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen Technicolor assassinations assassinations that make me scared and afraid Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred Those with their heads bowed to the darkness Those who can't see for the glave of the light Those without strength Who can't raise hands yet alone guns Become prisoners of conscience Though not your conscience You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun Our world is slipping quickly away ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARK/FOXX <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Wake up with the fear of God
Inside me each morning As I open my eyes To this world without warning So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush There's no one here who's close enough To share this sorrow with Have few answers for myself Yet alone enough to give Watch all my faults before me Like reflections in a glass They linger on around And doesn't ever seem to pass So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush My world's an open prison Where I walk to and fro Viewed with tunnel vision 'Cause there's no place i can go So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush |
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Lone figure walks beside a restless shore
How much more? How much more? The world doesn't have to tell me what I need I know how to fail and how to succeed Tide always turns quicker When you're least prepared Always scared |
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I am the sharpened sword
The cast stond The words that linger too long in the air The rumbling silence over the length of a room The lie that lay between two lovers The hopelessness in their struggling The price to high to pay A dark and obscured voyeur Combing through your secret The stranger to the child Loneliness in solitude Sand in the drinkers mouth Shadows over sunlight And all the time you are with me Uncertainly Certainly of falling Scars of souls Scars of skin Stars too far away to see Wave on wave over the swimmers head And all the time you are with me |
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from Anne Clark - Pressure Points (1994)
I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The left-wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even built Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By APPLETON, DOMINIC / LASCHETTI, ANDREA / CLARK, ANNE CHARLOTTE / MUNDY, GARY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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I live off nothing in this world
Except the thick grey air that chains itself Swirls all around and ingrains itself Stifles my last hope into sullen despair I don't associate myself With all of the people I can do without Those who never leave me in any doubt That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about I enjoy the silence in my life I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring So many empty gestures That don't mean anything It's so hard and so cold The texture of this world That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes wide open Just in case there's something there Just in case there's something there |
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Bursting in a thousand places
Like a bottle of champagne Burst all over me Burst all over me Foaming like a wild horse Your breath will beat on me Pulling me tighter with your reins My eyes will burn on you Burn on you My heart will beat so loudly Like a drumming through your brain Then when you think I've finished I shall beat on you again My flesh will hit on you Like waves against a rock Like being dragged under water We will fight against the shock I will hold you in my arms As the night turns into day And when I squeeze you tighter You won't pull away Like a flash of flame I will lick you with my tongue Wetness shall cool the fire And no bells shall be rung We shall tire eventually After we've fulfilled our needs Until love becomes the hunger once more And we start once again our feed Bursting in a thousand places Like a bottle of champagne Burst all over me |
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Look at our young faces
They're growing older with each moment Harder and less beautiful With every word we say Stumbling over bridges And through the backstreets Waiting for something But we don't know what It could be a promise It could be passion Eternal life Or instant death Wading through rubbish And dodging choc-a-block cars Through the door and up the stairs We'll find some moments of happiness Between sheets we've known so often The warmest place in this hostile town Afterwards, through dust and comfort filled eyes We can look upwards And almost stare at the stars |
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All this tenderness has come to nothing
All that we require is being rearranged I've no wish to look to the future For my exspectations will no doubt be changed Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed Poisoned pens in invisible paper Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists What is the chance of us living Some of our simplest dreams Are all the structures we build here Really as frail as they seem The dying are the lovers of this modern world The power and the glory survives With radio active bargaining And the valueness of our lives My turn to crumble My turn to fall From so very humble To nothing al all. |
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This is where silence runs its course
And sadness wipes its eyes upon us We fall from a structure built on troubled minds My world becomes iron and grows as cold as Winter Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts Sweetly and sickly scented by roses And your world is crushing you like those flowers By scripts written into your skin with the ink of thorns Ashen faces sink into silence All lonesome trends brush shoulders All of last night's degradation Builds foundations on us both |
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Stumbling words and stuttering lips
Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my soul This terror that blackens my soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And the execution of it all Like death itself, love is rotting inside of me But there'll be no protection for you; you cannot hide me I am cold on a bed of ice But like seasons I know it will pass It will always return again though A summer of love is a momentary and transient thing Winter will always return again |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
Live is all we need - you said
As you hold me in the confidence of your bed Tomorrow's turned into today instead! And I wake each morningfeeling so ashamed Having fallen to emotions that we both named How shallow now all that rubbish seems Hearts once full are bleeding dreams Dreams that were reality Have now brought out the worst in me I don't want a part in this The stinging touch, the poisoned kiss The alibis to keep us close The lies you spit when I need you most Love is just a paradox He loves me, he loves me not A basic human nedd is such To be able to destry with just one touch A stinking filthy trick I'd say One day the prey Love is just a heart disease And no cure can make this aching ease But I'll tranquilise myself from that Let fit emotions turn to fat Let care and concern not breed here I've had and seen them disappear Tear stained eyeswillnot be seen When to touch is nothing more then obscene To fuck it seems is the only word The ability to love seems so absurd Absurd because we know we lie Laughing at it all as someone cries One day I may find it quite amusing How touch and tongues make life so confusing Love was all we needed - it's dead As the sheets grow cold on your big bad bed Tomorrow's not important - it's dead |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
Suicide is an urban disease
Spread by people and places like these A quick self destruct from the 21st floor A smell of gas through the kitchen door A stab in the back from the workers and bosses They're counting their gains as you count your losses As you count your losses Blow the world apart with the press of a button We all say it shouldn't but we know it will happen Again and again like the rain and the ark Onwards forever eternally dark Eternally dark The grit in your eye soon enters your heart And all that was strength is just falling apart We're jumping from one bed and into another Searching for something that we'll never discover Never discover So we go on breeding - breeding contempt From all of the repression that this has meant If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill Then the greed from the ashes certainly will Certainly will This place is not my place This place is not yours We're set on self destruct For no reason or cause If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill Then the greed from the ashes certainly will Certainly will |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn't tear us apart We'd keep our heads above the blackened water But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now . |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
You are just a tenant here, you say
Living in and out of this life As cheaply as you can I sit here in the darkness gently Like an old woman Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones doing too much Trying to question all of this Trying so hard to fade out in the blackness all of the fear all of the tears that bring us to this Sometimes it is better that we sit here in the silence I don't look at you and you don't seem to notice And the reasons - the reasons are impossible to see converge They gather like dust upon a shelf |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea clinging desperately feeling all the contours Ebbing away pulled by the tides - the moon and digital clocks sensitive to nothing Parting hours - time falls through our fingers like sand |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror -
"It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down an ever deepening track His wife places a hand upon his shoulder How over these past few months, he's aged so many years He'd give this life to live again He'd be so more daring, be so much bolder - But a little less aware It's something of which he can't be certain And so he stays restrained and hurting At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter How he longs for her to run to them as she did when she was young, But her secrets have become her fears too Yet still she remains his child His still-pretty wife manages so well Makes excuses for his abscence Tries so hard to find the road he's on The madman combs his hair His expression has returned almost to normal and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd Back into an ordinary life An ordinary life |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
Through the soft shades of summer
Fused together by the strange seasons of the city The stationery is stained with all my failings The bed lays now cold and empty as a casket Your body left its shape upon the sheets and little else I shall dress my room in the colours of sadness... |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
There is a little place
in a little room Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom Tucks his little legs underneath a well-worn chair Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears Sharp is the lead but will it penetrate All the nooks and crannies that this world creates There is so little time for us to stop and look As he places the cover upon his little book There will come a day when this little man will die And they'll put him in a tiny hole underneath the sky His little lead pencil, book and chair Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where... |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The left-wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even built Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By APPLETON, DOMINIC / LASCHETTI, ANDREA / CLARK, ANNE CHARLOTTE / MUNDY, GARY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Anne Clark - Joined Up Writing/Sitting Room (1994)
She clutches on to his protruding hips
for dear life Going down she is going under She wishes he were emotional or something approaching tenderness Outside the weather beats a little harder than her heart Not even this will keep them together She makes love He makes time pass a little less painfully One and the same perhaps This time it could be everything It's enough reason for staying It's enough to make you want to die The hardest part is trying not to make a mess of it all It's all we have to be thankful for |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Planes thrust
Up thru' the pink Northern sky In perfect time Heavy bright White ships Glide on grey waters Stained shades of blue Past your window Past your view Sunlight rich Precious as gold Unfolds Unrolls a new day Clarity and light Shine a new way Contact made And at last I am seeing things anew Colours come pouring out From where I stand With you. |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Walking into light
From the blank evening sky Knuckles rub away the darkness Circling my eyes Walking into warmth From the cold evening air Numb white fingers push Greasy rain through my hair You walk into view From shadow thrown against the door Hands reach out and grasp the moment They've been waiting for You pull me close Dampness seeps through to your skin You peel the layers away I feel the fire ignite within You create the feeling I contain the need It's moments that we're stealing No pleasure's ever free You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat It's the only ,chance we're given Let's turn this cold to heat You possess the notion I take full heed We're bound by this emotion Two bodies - one heartbeat You create the feeling I contain the need You sustain the rhythm I'll maintain the beat Desire comes alive Nothing interrupts the flow Water nurtures every crevice Where this love needs to grow Sliding to the floor We swell , falling to the ground The world becomes a place With no clear shapes, with no clear sounds We're lost for a short while In the knot where love's entwined You pour the freedom from deep inside I drink it back like wine The murmur of your voice Soft words soothe away the doubt your strength - so essential Something i can't do without You .... Inside we slow each movement 'Til we're static once again Outside the city runs Cars through roads like blood through veins Here sweet sticky air Locke a cover keeps us warm Drops of love fall from us The last moments of the storm Opening my eyes You're even closer now to me As the crowd goes pushing onwards Crashing forwards like a sea We turn and feel the world Right now a million miles away It's always there to interfere But I'm always here to say You .... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, ANNE/HARROW, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Blood on the sand
Blood on the hands of a handful of madman What a way to see the world Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen Technicolor assassinations assassinations that make me scared and afraid Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred Those with their heads bowed to the darkness Those who can't see for the glave of the light Those without strength Who can't raise hands yet alone guns Become prisoners of conscience Though not your conscience You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun Our world is slipping quickly away ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARK/FOXX <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The left-wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even built Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By APPLETON, DOMINIC / LASCHETTI, ANDREA / CLARK, ANNE CHARLOTTE / MUNDY, GARY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Here
Upon these ghostly shadows Of men and women There are no smiles Singly They mingle With the greyness of the walls And at strange angels They travel on To nowhere Each a nucleus Of sadness and despair Small Or no conversation Passes their cigarette-stained lips They sit The lonely ones Sitting eternally In institutions That have become their eyes That have become their arms Their legs They are empty now Just shells moving back and forth Upon a shore Of some uncharted beach Up steep green hills They linger Like the darkness thoughts That push them selves Into your mind You cannot question them For they will not answer you They Are our deepest fears |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Remember me for what I was
Not as I am now I'll merge into the shadows I'll disappear into the rain Remember me for what I was Not as you see me now I'll walk out into tomorrow I'll melt into the sun Remember me for what I was A glance in your direction at the right time A smile breaking into a crescent moon A word of reassurance I'll protect myself Against the cold lash of tongues and lies I'll blend in with the crowd I'll disperse into the stream I'll fade into the darkness I'll turn and walk away Remember me for what I was As one world breaks in two I'll follow my own stricts I'll forge another path Remember me for what I was Not what I couldn't be Remember me for what I was And shall never be again |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door.
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back. The memories are gray but, man, they're really coming back. I don't need to be the king of the world As long as I'm the hero of this little girl. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes. There's a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky. When I come home late at night and you're in bed asleep. I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath. I don't need to a superman As long as you will always be my biggest fan. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. We'll find our way. Yeah. Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard. Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard. I've got nowhere left to go, no one really cares. I don't know what to do but I'm never giving up on you. Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Physical shutdown through emotional letdown
Destined to search through the ruins of jealousy For some kind of reasoning in love Possessiveness stabs me Like a knife from my very own hand These emotions run riot In my only comprehension of love I want to enter the very heart of you Like the air that sustains your body But my eyes just fill with ice As I lose control in my attempts to keep you near to me I bewilder you with my words and actions I bar my own windows Lock my own doors And it's forcing you away all the time Like a scar from ear to ear This jealousy is slowly choking us both to death You can give all your love in matter of moments But jealousy will bind all our expectations Into a web of fear It runs through my veins A thunderous stream of murderous thoughts Burning fire through the blood Words leave an after taste And after words so will you |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Stumbling words and stuttering lips
Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my soul This terror that blackens my soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And the execution of it all Like death itself, love is rotting inside of me But there'll be no protection for you; you cannot hide me I am cold on a bed of ice But like seasons I know it will pass It will always return again though A summer of love is a momentary and transient thing Winter will always return again |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
So this is where the future lies
In a beer gut belly In an open fly Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys Punching, kicking, making noise From the cradle to the city streets They spill out their aggression By punching what they don't understand And stopping all forms of expression Teaching each other to be men By spewing in the street Well now I know just what to do To make my man complete! Against the power of their misguidance We must learn to fight To be just what we want to be Morning, noon and night Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just having Some form of identity Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just retaining Some form of identity Night is for the hunters And the hunted are you and me Hunted for just having Some form of individuality. |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn't tear us apart We'd keep our heads above the blackened water But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now . |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
Sweat runs down the centre of my back
Crawling like an insect - it makes a track Sweat runs down the nape of my neck Anticipation - the cause and the effect So catch each drop as I catch each breath 'Til there's no doubt, no indecision, 'til there's not one question left Walking streets alone amid a mass of strangers' faces Fill my time with thoughts of you and I in distant places Now I must have you! You breathe new life - it's all around It calls my name without a sound This distance cuts down deep inside Planes carve like knives across the sky I must be with you! This place never cares to see who goes or who remains I wait and watch the boats set sail, I linger and listen to the far off trains This land of mine drifts off alone, far out to sea With no direction, no intention, nothing left to offer me And I can't stay! It stand alone - back on the world And through it all it still seems to curl Itself around the people, binding tighter than a rope Gives nothing away for something, each day without hope It's no home for the luxury of love! The good life out of each on the placards Doesn't hide away the truth of the broken down facades The buildings burn, the streets on fire Every muscle, every nerve stretched to reach for somewhere higher Feel me now! Will you remain, place your trust Turn ideas into motions before mechanisms rust Will you hold me tight with arms, with words, in your comfort keep me warm I beg refuge in your shelter as I fly into the storm Take me! Take me now! |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old style hats and coats Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one anothers throats Man hands on misery to man It deepens like a coastal shelf Get out as early as you can And don't have any kids yourself |
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from Anne Clark - Rsvp (1994)
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance Dreams become entangled in the system Environment moves over the sleeper Conditioned air Conditions sedated breathing The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh Soft and warm But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams We fight our insignificance The harder we fight The higher the wall Outside, the cancerous city spreads Like an illness Its symptoms In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations Tailed by the silent spotlights Of society-created paranoia No alternative could grow Where love cannot take root No shadows will replace The warmth of your contact Love is dead in metropolis All contact through glove or partition What a waste The city A wasting disease |
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from Deep-dive-corp. - More Bass (2010)
Just me, and this boy of mine
Underneath a sheltering sky, by a railway line Waiting for the wood to catch, The damp twigs The last match Evening, passing time Waiting for the moment Waiting for a sign Boy's up close, pressed against my side Daze of rippling water, glimmering with light Stars up in the stillness, to the quiet, to the night Howl of the wind, cry of the train Inky black ball writes the story again Just me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine |
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