What We Ask Is Where We Begin - Disc One - Lyrics
Revisited Song
There's a place that I belong And it's too far, too far for you to reach So I remain feeling strange And a little out of reach
We're revisiting some Picking up from what's done
It's the strangest sensation Writing words that have already gone Something hard to relate to Is this something that we still need?
There's something that I have seen That stops two minds becoming one mind So I remain in my own brain And a little out of touch
We're revisiting some Picking up from what's done There's no specific way Of trying to recall Something when it's gone
It's the strangest sensation Writing words that have already gone Something hard to relate to Is this something that we still need?
That we still need...
Before We Bow Down
All the pieces set, to play a round of chess, hoping to find rest Doesn't it feel strange, to be the piece of choice, in someone else's game
Even as things stand, we can look, and try to understand A question is the thing, what we ask is where we begin
Before we can trust in anything we need to trust ourselves Before we are led down any path down any road shouldn't we look Before we bow down to anything to anyone we need to be sure
Everything unfolds just the way it should without the need to push Doesn't it seem strange to find that you've been lost inside of your own game
Before we can trust in anything we need to trust ourselves Before we are led down any path down any road shouldn't we look Before we bow down to anything to anyone
Before we bow down to anything to anyone...
Cast Adrift
I'm in mind to move away from here let me explain I'd build a ship for the purpose of folding space, the time would be near
Kids T.V it's changed What happened to Camberwick Green? And now we're cast adrift amongst the current hits I missed
I know people have nostalgia for flares and tight fitting pants
A time of change in people minds was left to slip through our hands
Kids T.V it's changed What happened to Ulysses? And now we're cast adrift amongst the current hits
All of the colours, the green in the leaves, the stone in the wall The pebbles we're kicking, the grass underfoot, it's all understood Climbing the hill a plane overhead the sliver cloud bursting A moment of relief
A moment of relief
Kids T.V it's changed What happened to The Cities of Gold? And now we're cast adrift amongst the current hits
Juniper
Juniper knew that the kite he flew Held him up from the ground that took his mum, the ground that took, the ground that took his mum
Number 12 Alice Road is where he lives, a place where bushes and trees line the street He believed in himself that he would live, he'd fly his kite to keep his feet light, stopping the ground pulling him down (he says)
"You've got a debt to pay to me For taking mums life away before tea" And Juniper knew, Juniper knew, Juniper knew if he flew he'd be saved
From a fate in a world to which he can't relate, this nylon string wrapped round a ring and held in his fingers This thread, thinnest thread is keeping his head from his greatest dread, will he drop dead? If the string's broken
(Juniper)
"The wind has been whispering lately, encouraging words they steady me Feet in the mud keep slipping, soles to the ground ain't gripping Outwards and upwards is higher over the school and the church tower, I followed my own solutions breaching the walls I'm breaking through.
I'm breaking through!"
Little Machines
Clothes made by little folk who live in trees and feed on all the leaves, in trees
They mend all the things you break maybe by mistake and even hearts that ache
Food cooked by little men who live in machines and people don't understand these little machines
Then feed, feed my hungry mouth and clean, clean up all my mess
Because they work too hard just give them some time, time to unwind They work too hard, just give them some time to unwind
Screens and pictures that we see that open our minds to things that we'd never dream, I never dream
We watch, watch with bated breath while they dream, dream of time to rest
Because they work too hard just give them some time, time to unwind They work too hard, just give them some time to unwind
Milo
The pileup, the ever mounting pile of songs I don't know the names of I can't choose
The authors, they seem of little consequence I'm loosing my interest in all that I consume
Hold on there must be something else
The crackle, the interfering crackle is seeping into my hearing but I don't care
Hold on there must be something else
Hold on there must be something else
Someone Else's Words
Joe is a spark to light me a fire that I might feed on The flick of a page to fuel the heat that's burning in the hearth Picture's a wash glossy to touch but fame that soon fades Down in my heart flick me some change or leave me alone
But Neil's in my heart and I won't fade He won't be denied and I won't fade
A sinner I think and therefore I am and you may criticise But reviews view I don't think like you been blessed with my own mind They're kicking around town to town to hype or to trash but I'm Listening clear and watch with a stare so show me what's real
But Neil's in my heart and I won't fade He won't be denied and I won't fade
Listen today and speak with such grace, just hold your tongue and your lips pressed with finger tips, hold still and listen
And you speak today thoughts of your own possessing your words they're all yours to own, don't post them away into someone else's hands and someone else's words
I'll change for the better to even the ground with praise for those unsung To even the difference and shorten the distance for those who remain young It's a quality's trait to hide among fakes of which we've all heard Along with the greats that writers negate I believe in one
Neil's in my heart and I won't fade He won't be denied and I won't fade
Hedonic Treadmill
Caught in a snare, call it a trap, is it laid by intention? There's one seminal fact
Our life's full of need, unfulfillable need it's planted inside us and growing like seed
There're pictures on the Tube we're smiling back at trips away in Spain Racing around the bend our screeching minds are driving us insane
Caught in a sail, it's 40 degrees, the people are flowing along with the breeze
The grounds on a track, they're moving the rail, rally the troops but never set sail
You never set sail
And all along we've been raised to believe the more we have the more we achieve A feeling of vacuity and the need to satisfy is the straw that's gonna bring us to our knees.
Good morning, its morning you've been caught in your dreaming
Good morning, its morning you've been caught in your dreaming
Good morn', good morn', good morning
And all along we've been raised to believe the more we have the more we achieve A feeling of vacuity and the need to satisfy is the straw that's gonna bring us to our knees.
Ace Train
Am I loose in the brain? Clinically flawed Maybe insane Well who am I? The kid who played with Broken little toys for broken little boys
I see red in all you do-gooders lives I'll leave a legacy to your surprise And when the dust has cleared from this wreck I'll be immortalised
We're rolling fast Nearly full steam My blood's running cold But burning hot within I've got this chance to take or leave Just a few seconds more, just a few seconds more
And there's this station man in the way To stop my appointment with destinies fate They'll commit me to paper and ink There's no time to stop There's no time to think
An ace train Ripping down the B line Tearing up the sleepers They'll remember this one
Remember this one!
Morning Sun
Racing home from The form of 9AC On the cinder track
An hours respite from A complete departure from What our day time lacks
Up from the pavement Climb upon the wall A shortcut to the door
The first to arrive Commandeers the T.V. A sacred teenage law
Oh no!
The clock is ticking down the seconds we have left The morning sun helps us along The smallest chance to feel sand upon our feet The morning sun and Roger's gong
Waiting round for And listening with intent The sound that will alarm
We know that we're loosing our calm
Oh no!
The clock is ticking down the seconds we have left The morning sun helps us along The smallest chance to feel sand upon our feet The morning sun and Roger's gong
Echoes from a distant time when we were scheming...
What We Ask Is Where We Begin - Disc Two - Lyrics
New Streets
New streets are's old as the road And the men that built them
Red lights so bright and so full Give me time to reflect on that
I'm not as young as I look But I'm not as old as I feel I stand firm fixed to the ground and wait for my chance to come
Buildings so tall and people are small Manholes that steam a million neon dreams
I'm not as young as I look But I'm not as old as I feel I stand firm fixed to the ground and wait for my chance to come
Share My Blues
My brain aches but yours is straight
Who's gonna fit these shoes and share my blues
My teeth ain't straight but you wore a brace
Who's gonna fit these shoes and share my blues
I believe that you belong but wake too early and work too long I sleep late, you don't rate who I am, It's enough said
Do I talk too much in rhymes and such
Are you gonna wear these shoes and share my blues
I believe that you belong but wake too early and work too long I sleep late, you don't rate who I am, It's enough said
(Believing) that I was destined for, It's useless thinking like that
Now I'm struck down, no sharing of time with anyone else
In this I can find no help...
I believe that you belong but wake too early and work too long I sleep late, you don't rate who I am, It's enough said
And whose gonna fit these shoes and share my blues
Nothing Left To Prove
If people simplified their lives Individuals set aside their pride
The ground would be as firm As all of us discern a
Concealed happening Come on it's happening
We're equals, equally contrived Derived meaning from understanding life
A concealed happening Come on it's happening Conceive it's happening Come on it's happening A concealed happening Come on it's happening
It's happening...
If people want the truth Their too afraid to say it The skeptic's on the wrong foot There's nothing left to prove...
It's happening...
There's nothing left to prove Nothing left to say There's nothing left to prove Nothing left to say
Cartoon Friends
Time flies by in a pedal-powered car
The closer to the ground it seems the faster things are
There's people growing up Still feeling down
Are memory's going stale?
I remember being three Cartoon friends embroidered on a fleece The Clangers whistle by my feet Scaring birds on Pigeon Street
Pappa's kind of frightened As disaster hastens Even the Moomins fail
Dr Who would be their Springing out from nowhere The Cybermen might prevail
Waking up after counting sheep Pan awaits boys in sleep
I used to fly just above the house My marbles are in the draw
Simple, simple, simple sleep Mr Men were printed on a sheet Keeping all inside our walls Safe from dinosaur's claws
In the changing room and All the costumes have gone Hoping that Ben's alright
On the beach with sand and Chasing after seagulls Portland Bill's out of sight
After closing time and All the people have gone Creatures then come to life
When things fall apart and I don't know what to do then Why don't I see the mice
Dressed Up In Rags
Mid summer's sun, mid afternoon It feels like a furnace in here But clearly the sky doesn't care
A white clouded lizard flicks its tongue It spits and it licks at the sun Who replies by descending
And I must speak out for clowns who've lost their way They're down in the street dressed up in rags to deceive your eye
And these days are long as they're wide I'm cross stroke swimming the tide Stuck in a puddle of treacle
I walk in the dark and under the moon And you with your dinner plate and spoon I hope the flying cow brings you down soon
And I must speak out for comics who've lost their laughs They're down in the street dressed up in rags to deceive your eye
And I must speak out for for my jester who has yet to arrive He's down in the street dressed up in rags
To Them Only
The creatures beneath us are crumbling down all the roots
Flies swarm around hay that once was growing in the ground as corn
The consequence a human truth means everything that's done becomes undone Simple rules allow us the chance to change ourselves at the root
The atmosphere on which we depend is wrinkling our skin as we breath
Cigarette smoke in your lungs is pointing us towards what's being denied
The consequence a human truth means everything that's done becomes undone Simple rules allow us the chance to change ourselves at the root
Lead us from our doing wrong Keep the stretchers in our rooms Bring insight into this world Let us see what's really true
