{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\nouicompat\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Calibri;}} {\*\generator Riched20 10.0.19041}\viewkind4\uc1 \pard\sa200\sl276\slmult1\f0\fs22\lang9 *If any songs don't have a write up it just means they were either fairly meaningless lyrics that sounded good, I can't remember the original idea or it is self explanatory.*\par \par Torn To Bits:\par A statement on life in general, especially through working class eyes. \par Verse:\par I'm torn between the finer things, and the things I see\par What's born into seems fine bereaved of wasted time and dreams\par There's sunlight on the wasting lines of brown and rotten wheat\par Forlorned, Denied, Metastasized, Down beneath the street \par Chorus:\line What you see is what you'll get from me (Oh no)\par And stasis has killed, what's next to be \par Verse:\par You're born between the finer things and those you cannot see\par Finite lines of time collide, transcending all but screens\par There's moonlight on the wasting lines of buildings on the street\par Forloned the night, metastasized, down into the deep\par Chorus:\line What you see is what you'll get from me\par Familiar faces contort in my sleep...\par Tangled in the cogs of my mind for weeks....\par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Mister Distance:\par Verse:\par I want to be submerged in my old memories, once more\par Like liquid ecstacy, feeling once again the pull towards...\par Finer shores\par Disillusioned by the knowledge, I once, sought to gain (SO FUCKING DEEP MAN lol) \par Seek it, to the peril of your old thought trains....\par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Shambolic:\par Verse:\line Shambolic minds, in the heads of the compromised\par Misfiring, misaligned, dying just to pass the time\par Bridge:\line And smiles, aren't worth my while\line In trying to understand, what a fucking tool I am\par Chorus:\line Braindead twats in fuck-it town\par See you in hell on the way down\par Cuz I'll be there aswell...\par Verse:\par Open up the blinds, before I rub my eyes\par It's inspiring just to find, the sun trapped in the sky\par Bridge:\par And smiles, are really worth my while\par In trying to understand, what a fucking fool I am\par Chorus:\line Same old spots but different sounds\par See you in hell on the way down\par Cuz I'll be there aswell\par (BEST GUITAR SOLO I THINK I'VE EVER RECORDED) \par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Shooting Stars:\par Written about a certain especially evil british 'Celebrity'.\par \line Verse:\line How can you beat evil when you can't look in it's face\par It's trapped in your periphary and that's how it escapes\par It preys on fear thank god we're here to feed it till it bursts\par Awash with averted eyes, starfucked into the dirt...\par (Key change)\par And monsters don't exist they're people on a thought trip\par Empathy is solace, antipathys craziness...\par Apathetic screaming bent and drenched in sanctimoniousness\par Falling through their own ideals to land in sour horse piss\par What's in a dream...\line Break from strictures vast and useless those thoughts weren't free\par Verse:\par Shooting stars in vintage cars, only to drive ten yards\par Apprehended by the international guard...\par Smoking all my thoughts down the pipe\par What's happened to my lovely life\par From shooting stars to setting sights\par Like so many gormless bovines\par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Time Erased:\par Written about a british model who I won't name who suffered a health condition and her looks deteriorated causing her to lose most of her work. A statement on vanity. \line Verse:\par For a star which burned so brightly, into all those minds\par They won't say your beauties slight, until it's faced with lines\par Curse of hideous oversight, an ordinary crime\par Chorus:\line Places are in stasis only people really change\par But time seems to serve it's place\par I'm falling into time erased...\par Verse:\par For a star which burned hot whitely, making all (of) us blind\par Your overlying beauty, pulverized by time\par Case of thinking you're immune, could you not grow a spine? \par Saying it can't be this way, only now you're lying...\par Chorus:\line Places are in stasis, only all the reasons changed\par But time seems to serve it's place\par I'm falling into time that's long been erased\par (GROOVY GUITAR SOLO) \par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Flying South:\line Verse:\line A lovely scene, in forty shades of wintergreen\par Pristine, untouched and clean\par Mushrooms pop their phallic heads, complimenting autumn reds\par Next thing you know, everything is dead\par Verse:\line Abundantly clean, don't let the drugs be fresh and free\par Glistening, in a powdered dream\par Mushrooms rot and spores are spread, stored until it rains again\par Next thing you know, they're back from the dead \par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Contemplative Nothings: \par A song about the stupidity of psychedelic drug users who think that they have gleaned some sort of proprietary intelligence through drug use. Also about drug abuse in general.\par \line Intro:\line What's the point in dwelling on things if those thoughts don't advance?\par Mind mock a-flutter in a psychedelic trance\par Unintelligible ramb-l-ings of thoughts from could to can't\par I took a trip and realized just how the world should be\par Everyone and everything.... Must conform to me\par Verse:\par A traveller in psych-tard space in the bong continuum\par I'm fucked to bits on mescal-tits but that's for thoughts not fun\par And being a failure, just from mushrooms, that my friends absurd\par Wallpaper of LSD just scratch and lick the birds\par Bridge:\par Now I've gotta run, white lines driven in the snow\par Form channels shadowed from the sun yet from within they glow...\par Verse: \line When whiskey springs into my pond, it will form a lake\par Briskly moving rivers side to side like a golden snake\par Dumbing down both fish and fisher for a drunkards sake\par False contemplation, leads to patience\par Undeserved, unchaste...\par -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\par Running On Moonpower:\par Verse:\line Slowly plodding through the woods\par Mushrooms turn to black slime\par Don't know why but I feel good\par Thriving in the nighttime\par Chorus:\line Cuz i'm moonpowered, the suns okay\par My lunar panel collects after eight\par Collecting up the gentle rays of moonshine...\par Verse:\line When somethings sparkling on the ground\par Like green crystals which move around\par Spangling landscapes with delight\par It's usually a spiders eyes\par Chorus:\line Cuz they're moonpowered, the suns okay\par Their lunar panels connect to their brains\par Powering the green reflections on their face\par Verse:\line Just break your masquerade\par Halloween was yesterday\par All must bare their face \par When night skies are pale and grey \par Chorus:\par Cuz we're moon powered, and that's okay\par Just like the souls of anchient days\par Collecting up the gentler rays for moonshine\par }