'Touched By Jesus' |
Strange Way | |||
Farewell Mr. Sorrow |
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The Dreamer |
1. Strange Way Were you looking for a sister Or looking for your mother ? I was looking for a love inspired I didn't need a little brother to hold When the wind blew cold A string of hearts lie in your wake You tried to take along for the ride I must be out of my head To get strung out on your silver thread A strange way of showing your love You had a strange way.... I hear you met a young girl I hear she is your lover So when you break her young, sweet heart She'll find it easy to recover Not like me, I took you seriously And for a while I lost my smile, I lost my way but I found something out.... It's going to take something more than you To break a spirit like mine A strange way of showing your love Just for the thrill of it all But then the future is blind Just for the thrill of it all I'm good at wasting my time But I'm on my way, I've had enough The winter comes the wind blows cold.... It isn't forever. |
2. Farewell Mr. Sorrow Six o'clock, all the closing shops And the rainbows on the pavements Of a sleepy town. October leaves were wept from the trees In tears of grief and strange relief And sympathy.... all for me. Do you remember walking out The day it rained forever And you were wondering If I held dreams of wedding rings Well, farewell Mr. Sorrow Tomorrow is my own. I believe we made a vow Beside the fireside but I'm sure I lied When I promised you That I would never want sing Along with anything But for the strings of your guitar Here you are... So this is how a Judas kisses Well, this is my kiss. |
3. Wishing The Hours Away Dazed in the twilight I see the mayfly fly Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town Rush around, around Flicker to the ground like snow... Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders Ephemeral, perpetual... And frail, pale, Written in water, fading As the clothes we wore drift to the shore In waves.... In choirs, in spires. White dressed... moon blessed... Milk... breast... flower... Wishing the hours away... Time, still fleeting Transcending, neverending Still meeting here with eternity Still hand in hand Washed clean of sand, like shells... Then time flies by And moments die in thousands Enshrouded, clouded White dressed... moon blessed Milk... breast... flower Wishing the hours away Soft-fleshed... dark nest... Miles away..... |
4. Touched By Jesus Have you ever wondered much at all About your behaviour, Or worried about the role you play, Grey against the scenery ? Black cloud calls by, Black cloud, blue sky Black birds, your words, Too dark to fly. When reason starts to fade and fall away I want to take a gun to you. Rain another day... While we move as angels, Gather up your blues and clear the way. I hate the games you play While we're touched by Jesus, Gather up your blues And get out of the way. Sand invades your shoes like a desert It's nothing to die about. And our heels are high enough To crush the lizard Take 'em off and shake it out. The sting in the tail Is destined to fail Our skin, takes in no poison. "So the next time you're out stumbling across my little piece of sky, and we know we're in a state of grace and we know we're in a state of mind; and we know we're part of the state of art and all we really want to be, is free... you've got to receive, you've got to receive what the spirit says... you've got to believe what the spirit says... and she says..." Rain another day While we move as angels Gather up your views and clear the way I hate the games you play. While we're touched by Jesus Gather up your blues and get out of the way |
5. The Dreamer She saw that he closed the door She stole a look in the guarded book His prose was a line of crows On a washing line in the summer time And the wind blew the crows around Some made the sky, some hit the ground She never heard a fuller sound It comes as no surprise; She's in love with the dreamer, So in love with his world. He had songs you could sing along to In any time, in any key. They were jewels in elysian pools In eternity for all to see And the water helped the jewels to shine, Some like the stars and some like wine In the eyes of earthbound angels It comes as no surprise... He makes her close her eyes, He helps her paint the skies blue. And the seventh dream was, so surreal When the dreamer broke the seventh seal And butterflies all lost their wheels It comes as no surprise... |
6. Share It With Me Madeleine hears the bohemians say She's selfish and crazy Which isn't so far from the truth, She's the essence of youth, The flower you place on eternity's grave. The romantic who isn't afraid Of the beat of her heart, She raises a glass to your art And when she gets drunk she says... Oh, give me the autumn, give me the trees, Gather up everything I ever wanted And give it me, please Give me the ocean, give me the sea Gather up everything I ever wanted And share it with me How many hearts are knocked down in the street ? How many poets are driven To drink and to verse, By her singular eyes piercing out through a flight-path of Rarified air Where all the shiny black birds of the west Make a rest in her hair ? She raises a glass to your love And when she gets drunk she says... And you ask where she comes from and she tells you: "the earth," Like the place that you come from Is a whole different world She says "life is a banquet, So why hang around Catching crumbs from a table ? Come share it with me." |
7. Rhythm Of Life I'm nowhere that I've ever been I'm no-one, I can't remember me Make it all go You're showing me heaven When your door is always closed Like the church doors are When you need a little Jesus Outside his business hours You know, where were you When I needed you to Hold me, give a little beat of your heart to me You've got to hold me, it's like the rhythm of life to me How I long to take some comfort From your arms I am denied I never relied On the comfort or charity of strangers Hear all the low, lonely lullabies I love Dearer than life. The warmth of a friend that I could depend on To listen to me. What would they find in the ashes then A paper doll who thought she was a dancer Fusing with the molten grey Of a soldier of tin Who happened once along her way ? |
8. The Mystery We Are Within the hall of mirrors Within a crowd of you Where you're gathering in cloudform Refusing what is true Uncertainties reflecting all along the way While I still meet with confusion In what to do or say, Oh please... don't reveal who we are Can we wonder at the mystery so far ? Maybe someday we will find the thing we are, Be it under a stone or behind the door, Languishing on an ocean floor, Within the heart or hanging on a star... The mystery we are. Russian dolls concealing a dream within a dream where the depths beneath the surface are rarely ever seen If you know the answer And if you find the key To the opening of secrets And you offer it to me, and I say; Please, don't reveal who we are Can we wonder at the mystery so far Maybe someday we will find the thing we are Be it under a stone or behind the door Languishing on an ocean floor Slumbering in a dreamless sleep Melting into the velvet deep within the heart Or hanging on a star... The mystery we are. |
9. Hide Child I can see through you beyond the curtain Inside, inside you Winter is with you, ice in your eyes This cold night, cold night Hide child, I am but a breath away Hide child, as you turn your face away Hide child, everything is clear to me Hide child, somebody be near me... bye bye. Evening lingers so I am alone now So tired, so tired Finding that my disappointment Is the only way to follow The light, the light Hide child, shadows are your only friend Hide child, as the shape of night descends Hide child, the rain around me Makes me want to cry child, Tell you about me. Some things you choose You can't make up your mind So you lose it in time, in time Hide child, quietly behind the door Hide child, who can I be looking for Hide child, somewhere there I can't be sure Hide child, the room is empty, Slow down.... Slow down.... |
10. Ravens Late last night, about a quarter to twelve In the middle of an awful storm I took fright at the terrible sight Of a raven flying into my room My blood ran cold, my heart stood still As I pulled the covers over my head A minute dragged by as I opened my eyes up To find her at the end of my bed Then she spoke in a devilish croak About herself being one of a score And I felt sick at the very idea Of dealing with nineteen more She said, "look out your window" I see a skyfull, I pull a rifle on them all. Pink sunrise in the wintry skies All warm on the wings of a dove She sinks and lands on the back of my hand And sings with the voice of love... "Thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things As I am one of the same, Fed so well on the best of your dreams And the beauty found within But those black beasts that you see in the east Are scratching on the orchard floor At split, sweet fruits and the writhing worms That you keep behind the straining door Go to the cellar! I see the beasts and they're eating Feasting on it". Fill my head with small white flowers Help the sweetness heal the sour Draw on high religious power Free the ravens from the tower. |
11. Are You Lonely Do you feel so small On sunday afternoon In your loveless house Full of empty rooms Once a place of life Once upon a time flames are dying out While ghosts move in Crossing on the stair Asleep in empty chairs Tell me... are you lonely ? And if we believe wisdom comes with years As knowledge stings our eyes The easier the tears Cradled in the sadness, a heart that ever aches I'm praying with all mine I won't make the same mistakes Are the dark seeds there In the blood we share Tell me... are you lonely ? While love lives, while suns set While snowmoons rise in november skies While ties bind while souls cry While oceans ride in an endless tide While love grows, while blood flows While truth is real you need never feel alone What seems to hurt the most Is giving up the ghost So tell me... are you lonely ? |
Andy Cousin | Mark Price | Julianne Regan | Marty Willson-Piper |
Bass | Drums and percussion | Voice | Electric & acoustic |
guitars, mandolin |
Warne Livesey | Keyboards |
Dave Gilmour | Additional guitar on 'Wishing The Hours Away' and 'Are You Lonely' |
Lynda Hayes | Stratospheric preaching on 'Touched By Jesus' |
Gavin Wright | Violin on 'Ravens' |
The Astarti String Orchestra | |
Leader | Gavin Wright |
String arrangements | Warne Livesey |
Producer | Warne Livesey |
Recording Engineer | Ted Hayton |
Mixing Engineer | Felix Kendall |
Executive assistant | Richard Norris |
Additional assistants | Neil Armor, Nick Hartley, Spencer May, Adrian Moore, Craig Sullivan |