Tracks

01. Lathing A New Man
02. The White Plateau
03. This Longitude Of Sleep
04. King Of July
05. Of Birth For Passing
06. Out Of The Wind
07. Nights In White Satin
08. Tide Shift
09. Instead Of Sand And Stone
10. Amended



01. Lathing A New Man

I know
As well as
My own name
They will never
Tire
Our shallow
Enemies
Of forging new villains

Man, made of mud
In his master's house
Where hands of his
Order the machine
Forged in the flames of fire

Man, made of nothing
In his master's house
Where words drive
Into his flesh like nails

He knows.
Like his own name
He will never
Understand these hollow
Meanings.
This crafting of all new divides

Man, made of mud
In his master's house
Where hands of his
Order the machine
Forged in the flames of fire

Man, made of nothing
In his master's house
Where words drive
Into his flesh like nails

He knows.


02. The White Plateau

The feeling
Could almost be worn
As easily
As wearing a suit.
Have become
Blind in the search for light.

Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Time will never
Return
What is here Lost

Making
Deserts bloom
But not for us
We traded
Our tending sky
For his hands

Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Time will never
Return
What is here Lost

Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Sanded down by years
And dried out by the sun
Sanded down
By the dark mantra of our times.

Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Time will never
Return
What is here Lost

Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Sanded down by years
And dried out by the sun
Sanded down
By the dark mantra of our times.


03. This Longitude Of Sleep

In these eastern parts of a war,
As threats drifting with days
Built up like clouds meant
To shroud all light
But this one here.
But as threats,
They never had much
Of a real thunder to them.
In the parts untouched by the war
The same threats
Like rafts of birds
Would swing and buffet
Sideways and through the
Clouds meant to shroud all light
But this one here.
But as threats, they never had much
Of a real thunder to them.

As fire brigades
Continue to take on
The furnace outside,
We would swing through
And down again
Like those damned birds
Through any joys
In this
Bloody mess of black
And then back down again.

While you were asleep
I left the house
With a burning ghost on my heels
To chase down the clouds meant
To shroud all light
But this one here


04. King Of July

As if catching a wave,
Only to sink down
In hope of no
Floor on the way.
As if in one refined click
A fate would be sealed
Without a single hint of a warning.

Believed it,
Wrote all the names down
Then leaned back and forgot.
Nothing left there to link
This stand-in to the real me

As if soaring on wings wide
In the bluest of skies
And burnt so by the sun.
As if one whisper
Could brand me for good
Burn a mark for all eyes to see.

Believed it,
Wrote all the names down
Then leaned back and forgot.
Nothing left there to link
This stand-in to the real me

Door of a promise opened.
And closed again.

Believed it,
Wrote all the names down
Then leaned back and forgot.
Nothing left there to link
This stand-in to the real me


05. Of Birth For Passing

To escape
With the rays of the sun
And the mist of cold
Climb into one
Last view
Of a garden
Dressed winter's cleanest
White

Would it ring true
Here, at the last mile to walk
Would it ring true
Here, at the breaker of the new
Would it ring true
Here, between birth and passing
That this breath
Like a sparrow
Was meant to flee

The grasp of winter's cold
Life would barter loss
For a new flickering of hope
And quarrels for calm peace
All Dressed winter's cleanest
White

Would it ring true
Here, at the last mile to walk
Would it ring true
Here, at the breaker of the new
Would it ring true
Here, between birth and passing
That all this breath like a sparrow
Was meant to flee into
A trade of birth for passing
Without a shadow of doubt
All words were heard
And nothing was in vain
In this trade of Birth for passing
And the garden whispered freedom
Said "You are free now, fly."


06. Out Of The Wind

Now and again
Would come the invisible
Out of the nether in
Her finest dress
Breaking free to haunt
The eyes that saw

Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin, and frail bones
Hung in the night

Hunger for the marvel
And worship of the fright
As long as it's safer for us
Than it was for her
Haunting only softly
Like daytime radio

Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin, and frail bones
Hung in the night

Carrying a song he sings
For the woods:
Led her out of the wind
And off into the smoke
Led her out of the wind
For the brandy and wine
Led her out of the wind
If only my bones wouldn't
Begin so much to feel it
Led her out of the wind
Off into the smoke!

Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin, and frail bones
Hung in the night


07. Nights In White Satin

[Dedicated to Miika Tenkula R.I.P.]

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.


08. Tide Shift

What are those fangs in your flesh?

Why are those teeth of fear
Gnawing in?

What are those words that you
Wouldn't hurt a fly?
Like the promise of a lower tax and
A higher pay.

Could even
An unbroken wall
Ever keep at bay
This tide on the rise
The river
Behind a breaking wall
The dam that is you.

Where's all the courage of tomorrow?
The courage to take a stand and
Not to break.

I can whisper it to you.
It was spent ahead of time by the
Scare of today.

And floodgates will soon open.

Could even
An unbroken wall
Ever keep at bay
This tide on the rise
The river
Behind a breaking wall
The dam that is you.

And floodgates will soon open.


09. Instead Of Sand And Stone

Ordered
To design and build from sand
And stone a maze
That would be fine and oh, prime.
A maze that would meet
The demand;
Demand of make disappear.

But in this maze of mine you'll find
No walls too high
No stairs to climb
No shine of gold
No shackles to bind
For I made my maze
From the desert of soul

Ordered
To design and build from tears
And worry a maze
That would be fine and oh, prime
A maze that would meet
The demand.
Demand of make disappear.

But in this maze of mine you'll find
No walls too high
No stairs to climb
No shine of gold
No shackles to bind
For I made my maze
From the desert of soul


10. Amended

Will work and try
To heal myself
Will repair and weld
Together the pieces
Will quench and drown
And fires I have lit
Will free the birds
I have caged in

I am Here, at the house of light, come see me
The night and I, In a parley now, believe me
And all my words have weight again, hear me
And all our wounds have healed me

Will travel in the cold
To find a house of light
Will call for the night
To have it's ghost stand down
Will breath life into
The promise i have broken
Will walk days in the sun
To arrive where I can say:

I am Here, at the house of light, come see me
The night and I, In a parley now, believe me
And all my words have weight again, hear me
And all our wounds have healed me