Diving Bell - Lyrics
No More Than We Deserve
No point in replicating
Or self congratulating
Our kind the blessed ones
Our time arrests the best we’ve done
No time for mediating
Just self eradicating
Until the big one
Our time arrests the best we’ve done
The sky turns black
A landslide is seeking you out
To save your own
Skin’s absurd
Some fluke a spit in the fate
This is humanities fate
To scrape the barrel dry
A fate no more than we deserve
The sky turns black
A missile is seeking you out
To save your own
Skin’s absurd
It’s only no more
Than we deserve
All hell breaks loose
Please cut the noose
Our time is done
Just cut and run
The Ladder
The masses on the street
With squeaky new shoes
Walking them along
Into their disuse
Moving with concern
That’s worn on the sleeve
Button down a shirt
And don’t forget to breath
Because everything has to change
Climbing a ladder
To slip down a snake
An opportune moment
Makes its escape
A familiar gesture
Begins to exchange
But for something that’s so close
It now feels strange
A drunk plays guitar
He’s singing with no teeth
Selling other peoples songs
To buy some relief
Because everything has to change
Climbing a ladder
To slip down a snake
An opportune moment
Makes its escape
A familiar gesture
Begins to exchange
But for something that’s so close
It now feels strange
Move on Move on
It’s getting better
Don’t let up
Dark Ages
Everything turns grey
As the rational mind starts to decay
As superstition reigns
A darkening cloud comes creeping in
A regulations weight
Is pushing us down and rules form a crown
The population is swayed
The crooked grin and the dark ages win
The curling of the leaves
The fall of man the rising seas
A puncture in the myth
That man is king he’s supposed to exists
What a human made belief
That the centre of the world moves around our feet
Do you leave room for hope or
Do you welcome this in
Welcome in
It’s hard to concentrate
With buzzing phones and people moan
As everything runs late
Crawling along destined to wait
The curling of the leaves
The fall of man the rising seas
A puncture in the myth
That man is king he’s supposed to exists
What a human made belief
That the centre of the world moves around our feet
Do you leave room for hope or
Do you welcome this in
Welcome in
The Trial
Grewback’s early breakfast fails to come
The men refuse to tell him what he’s done
Guilty, guilty, reaction makes me susceptible to the crime
Men over there, waiting, subtle tainting rearranging the mind
Feeling stuck in guilty as sin they never say what I have done
Free to go sir please accept our call
The process dislocating common sense
Aggressive tactics hinder his defence
Distant backstreet high rise tenement the skylight lets in black air
Weak men sitting hardly seems befitting eyes abandoned despair
At work safe here shuffle papers catch a sideward glance from their eye
Storeroom screaming beating them for me
The advocate will take his case in hand
Favours form connections in command
Before the law sprawling cast adrift amidst a meaningless lie
Down like a dog they pass the knife
Nothing Between Us
The sand through our fingers
Some labouring for content
When everything is so new to you
The clouds, the streams, the streets, the sounds
Filled with wonder for and we’re still chasing it
Now and the I feel this sense
All on the ground the copper beach leaves
I walk where I’ve been touching the trees
The road finds a bend its up past the gate
A silence has grown perhaps I’m too late
Our hand prints on paper
It’s a colourful surprise
When everything is so new to you
The pavement, the sky, a crow, the flies
All on the ground the copper beach leaves
I walk where I’ve been touching the trees
The road finds a bend its up past the gate
A silence has grown perhaps I’m too late
Diving Bell
Corruption starts with a single cell
The life is cursed with sleeping spells
And sympathies turn into regrets
The panic felt is sinking now
A butterfly inside a diving bell
Is life preserved if so how well
In my own mind the solutions
Fall into place the human race
Disappeared without a trace
The faintest twitch a falling star
The circus cage with iron bars
The jailors pass the hours marked on sheets
I talk with morse blink the eye
This laboured speech between you and I
The thoughts condense the frustrations vent in lines
In my own mind the solutions
Fall into place the human race
Disappeared without a trace
Only blinking I’m left thinking
All that’s left behind in scribbles and rhymes
Is all that’s left for you to find
Now it’s time to make your peace before you leave
The drifting silt of daily life now crystallised in plain view
So take a bow, all that’s needed now
Is time and space to concentrate
The world retreats it’s out of view
Not sound asleep just move
Now you can be anything you want
There's No Hum
The daybreak dreamer communicates with sunken tins
The talk of the town his permanent breakdown begins
Nocturnal pressure try to feel fresh don’t complain
Strain to hear it the military secret sustain
Lights out head down ignoring the sound
Trying hard to get t some sleep
Dripping sweat from furrowed brow
Communications burrow deep
Signal wanders a heterodyne wave in the air
A sonic corruption a resonant mind in despair
Lights out head down ignoring the sound
That’s beating my head like a drum
Dream about the daylight hour
Tell yourself that there’s no hum
There’s no hum
Tonic For The Snoring
There are now people who keep everyone in sight
Watching you as you watch others on your T.V. at night
And you’ll never want to go to sleep
For fear of waking up in this creepy world
Day to day the lens is there to make us all feel safe
But it’s aiding alienation as people share a space
And you’ll never want to be outside
For fear of walking into this creepy world
It’s unprincipled to watch
People’s creases as someone has the sneezes
Everybody’s eyes are fixed on 1984
Too engrossed to notice that they’re kicking in the door
And you’ll never leave that thing unlocked
For fear of getting yourself robbed or worse
What a modern curse to watch
Peoples creases as someone has the sneezes
A tonic for the snoring stops life getting boring
Watch as we now turn each other into spies
Formulating reasons for the things that we despise
And you’ll never look them in the eye
For fear of unwanted reprisals
How unusual to watch
People’s creases as someone has the sneezes
It’s unusual and unprincipled to watch
People’s creases as someone has the sneezes
A tonic for the snoring stops life getting boring
Circus for a Dying Race
Roll up then roll up the circus is about to begin
Not for the faint of heart but those who dare please come in
There’s panic rising here a prickle running in the skin
Another smash and grab the hustle and the need to win
Everyone could see it they just needed to look
Slipped of into the back roads petrified like wood
Under the canvas top revealed by the glare
Dumbfounded strangers struggling not to care
The population rise a space at the trough for your mouth
The bodies sprung a leak watch the hole spit and spout
Everyone could see it they just needed to look
Slipped of into the back roads petrified like wood
Make a distraction here settle people in their chairs
Onlookers watching as the risk averse begin to stare
The human cannonball waiting for the gun to burst
The middle classes now speak the best but think the worst
Everyone could see it they just needed to look
Slipped of into the back roads petrified like wood
