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The Man I Had to Become
06:31
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A question mark ‘cause it’s getting dark,
In the living room, where you wait for me,
As I’m coming home late again,
This is the man I had to become.
It’s 8pm and I’m still with the man,
Well I know you made dinner,
And I know you had plans but I can’t,
And they wouldn’t understand,
They told me twelve more months,
I can be anyone I want,
In this place.
You know it makes me mad. The way we’re living.
Just the turnaround.
You know it makes me mad, just the honesty and
I’m the man I had to become.
My tired hands, on the office van,
Tell you everything, with the window down,
And I’ve grown to like this life.
This is the man I had to become.
The wind in my sails, but my sails disappeared,
I get one more chance before my band goes weird,
And I’m geared, incrementally feared,
As the man who used no hands, yet still steered.
10pm, I pull up on the driveway, and walk in.
It’s not enough, to say to you, it’s a long day, I get it.
You know it makes me mad. the way we’re living.
Just to turn around.
You know it makes me mad, just the honesty and
I’m the man I had to become.
Walk on the pavement, turn up at 9.00,
Tick the boxes, drink the wine,
Act normal, live the lie,
Champion the cause and never ask why,
No jobs, no bosses,
No trade off, no review
No embitterment, no regret,
No commitment to a timeline.
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Over lifetimes, there are designs,
And if I left it to you, would you visit sometimes?
And now you’re surely inclined,
I don’t believe you were so unkind,
What is it that stops you?
Like a glowing lampshade in the dark,
I’m listening and burning regardless,
This isn’t easy, but this is my requiem,
I know where the fence is,
But I’d turn against my senses.
If I believe, Always, a tempting glance at me
And I’ll be the alibi you wanted, a vehicle for asking, And that’s all you get from us, Always
Attempted apathy
Your landline, your cards keys and numbers
I’ll process your details
And we’ll be in touch next time.
And all of the signs, after more red wine,
I was counting on you not to read between my lines,
But now you’re asking it’s fine.
And all your actions are so in line,
So different from last year.
Like the orphan of an unloved child,
Like a tornado spinning right out of time,
But a diligent wife
And an honest right mind
And yes it is true this is what I have wanted
A place I belong
And a place I am wanted
And a house that’s not haunted.
Always, a tempting glance at me
I’ll be the alibi you wanted, a vehicle for asking, And that’s all you get from us, Always
Attempted apathy, Your landline your cards keys and numbers
I’ll process your details And we’ll be in touch next time.
I’ll Still stay
You’re not the enemy
I know that you’re trying
Believe me,
I see you you’re welcome
I feel bad because this is your home.
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4. |
Get Real
03:32
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I’m changing course.
I’m wandering like an untamed horse.
I’m not alone in the night.
I’m changing lanes.
I’m listening to Morrissey and Alice in Chains.
I’m on the Astral Plane.
Get real
It’s what everyone maintains.
There’s only one day I can honestly say,
I find it hard to remember,
I find it a task to recall the sights,
And recall the sounds.
I realised I knew too much and got myself in trouble.
I thought I was the king of the world,
But I was just in a bubble.
I apologise if your friends thought I was weird,
And if they thought you were weird by extension,
It’s just I realised that I never mentioned.
That these moments they come to define us,
They say it’s a plus not a minus.
Who am I to deny us?
There is only one day I can honestly say,
I find hard to recall it all.
I find it hard to remember the flight,
And make it sound right,
It came right out of the night,
And I came with it.
Across the sky
I find it hard to remember,
That I am still alive,
There is only one day I can honestly say,
I find it hard to remember.
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5. |
Flashback
04:52
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In the corridor,
It’s the strangest thing,
Along the corner where the pictures hang,
Around the top there,
Where the window swings,
I take you out the back and you can show me love.
I remember how it felt when we moved here,
I recall it like a painting of a picture,
On the staircase,
Looking at your lost face,
You’re a sculpture,
And with the hour glass shifting,
I’ll sit here and just..
Now on the morning walk to work,
I know exactly where to go,
I know exactly where to cross,
And where I’ll end up,
And where I’ll sit,
I know I’ve grown to love the ordinary,
Take pleasure in security,
I welcome full exactity,
I need the regularity,
And I just relax,
There’s no ideals,
No preferences,
No set tracks,
I don’t need to follow,
I don’t care to lead,
Full satisfaction guaranteed,
As the leaves of my life fall down,
I would go the distance,
Between here and Cape Town.
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6. |
Avant Blah!
03:31
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Let me paint the perfect scene
So much better than the stage or screen
As I lay my head,
In John and Yoko’s bed.
It was right out of the movies
It was out of this world,
The silhouette staircase,
And the backdrop of furniture barricades,
That lined the streets.
We’ve got a minute,
Is there anything in it,
Is there anything here at all.
So take me straight to it,
We’ve got a minute,
Take me to the end of the line,
In time, I’ll question the reasons, I care for myself.
I can do what’s good for me,
In time, I’ll question the reasons, I care for myself.
I can do what’s good for me,
In time I’ll question the standards I ask of myself.
Back to my bohemian pad,
I feel like calling Yoko’s Dad,
And asking if he knows,
The quantities of smoke clouds that blow.
I know in time,
I’ll re-assess the standards,
I ask of myself,
Perhaps I‘ll address them,
And perhaps in time,
I’ll question the reasons,
I question myself,
I’m all for the questioning,
In time I’ll question the reasons,
I care for myself,
I’m careful of everything,
In time I’ll question the standards,
I ask of myself,
And all that feels natural to be,
And believe I’m not searching reasons,
I care for myself
I care for the questioning.
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7. |
Lites
04:14
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In a new world, at another time,
there’s a settlement there that’s plagued by decline.
Look at you, with a flat smile, I can’t convince you anything is worthwhile.
And for a square mile, you just wouldn’t believe the percentile, below the roof tiles, below the raindrops making rivers, trickles and streams that just run, all of them rushing and joining as one, washing away my iniquity, washing the moral minority, it’s life, it’s planned, my work, my hands, watching the man as he watches me, fearing the impact of blasphemy inside.
When the lites go down, when the lites just burn right out, I won’t be sad, but I’ll take it as a sure sign, you said it’s good to look around, all these places while we’re out of town.
It’s a tough call, when you know it all, I’ll be down when I’m done screaming at this wall. No it’s not fine, I’m dealing with hazy skies, and who’s this guy, who says it’s ok and says it’s all fine. Like we have time, researching everything cleanses the mind, washing away my iniquity, washing the moral minority, it’s life, it’s planned, my work, my hands, watching the man, as he watches me, fearing the impact of blasphemy, inside,
When the lites go down, when the lites just burn right out, I’ll take it as a sure sign, when the whole things fails, when the trains remain abandoned on the rails, and passengers live inside, like this was meant to be their lives, when the loan sharks drown, when the trucks all roll right out of this town. When the whole thing ends, and all we’ll really have is memories and friends, distant dreams, abandoned plans, perhaps some radioactive land, through a burnt sky, through daisy eyes, and a horizon of sand.
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8. |
This Once Great Place
04:42
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The number of protons in your head,
Is greater or equal to the messages I sent.
Well I could understand if you were in another town.
It must be over and I’m out.
Well it must be over an I’m out,
It must be over and I’m out,
It must be over and I’m out,
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9. |
Housing in a Bubble
03:55
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It’s never been the same since they bought this place,
No-one thought the town would change,
A few have got cash in the attic,
But incomes erractic.
They said we’d see the market gain traction,
But Frank on the corner’s now making a fraction.
He says he thinks we’re all in trouble
‘Cause the housing’s in a bubble.
We’re out for rational action,
Forget the transaction,
I’ve never been the same since I bought the rubble,
They told me it would double,
They told me it would grow exponentially,
And infinitely,
So when the truth hit me,
That this was all built to fail,
Everything I own sinking, like whales in the deep sea,
Sinking the whole of the money tree,
Completely.
No housing de-lousing
Work drowsy
Just to feel lousy,
Announcing, just browsing, is all I can afford to do.
I’m going to build me a new house,
I’ll do this myself,
I just need somewhere for me and my girls
I’m going to lay the foundation,
It’s me against the world.
I just need somewhere.
No housing, de-lousing,
work drowsy, just to feel lousy,
announcing, just browsing,
It’s all I ever wanted to do.
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10. |
Our Holiday
05:13
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I had hoped that, things would be like this, for the whole stay.
Finding you with your new friends passed out in the hallway.
This is not what we had imagined for our holidays,
This is not what we had imagined for you, at this stage.
You can carry on like this girl, is it ok?
This is like nothing, nothing like I had in my mind when I planned it,
Nothing like I had in my mind
It’s so much better than everything I had combined
And you told me, I surprised you
And you love it.
I surprised you and you love it.
But now I had hoped, that things would be like this for the whole stay.
Now I feel like I just owe your Dad in the worst way,
How was I supposed to know, that we all pay?
I could spend the evening alone, my mind and the ashtrays.
Yeah this is not what we had imagined for our holidays
Yeah this is not what we had envisaged for our big day
It’s late,
And local currency’s strapped to the thighs,
Of the intimidating hen do,
As they pass by,
Well you should know that your friend’s passed out in the alleyway,
And you should know that she is a victim,
‘Cause all of my mates,
See all of your learner plates.
Yeah we read them,
They’re like beacons in the night.
They’re like beacons in our minds
They’re like beacons burning bright
And this town may be reem,
But it’s nothing like the magazines.
Yeah it’s nothing like the magazines.
It’s nothing like the way they tried to make it seem,
I had hope that things would be like this, for the whole stay,
Finding you with your new friends passed out in the hallway,
This is not what we had imagined for our holidays.
This is not what we had envisaged for our big day.
This is not what we had envisaged for our big day.
Yeah, this is not what we had imagined for our holidays.
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Astral Cloud Ashes UK
Jersey, UK
Antony Walker - guitars, vocals, bass and
drums
Jason Neil - occasional backing vocals
Max Saidi - occasional drummer
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