Actions so cruel 
Silence so dumb  
A world so dark like a loaded gun 
Just more proof  
But you can’t believe 
Same old judgment, same lack of reprieve 
 
Future echoes from the past 
The same dark moments come thick and fast 
Trying my best to steady the ship but the Fabric of time is starting to rip 

No power to act  
Emotions inert
All my good intentions down in the dirt 
Just a disaster  
Waiting to happen
Emotions a toilet for the world to crap in 
 
All we need 
Stand up and shout
Let the world know what we’re really about 
Truly devoid  
Of what others need
Out in the wasteland ‘n’ going to seed 
 
The fabric of time  
Starting to rip 
The fabric of time  
Starting to rip
Future echoes  
I can’t get a grip  
The fabric of time  
Starting to rip 
 
Future echoes 
Future echoes 
Future echoes 
Future echoes

Future Echoes

225 days under grass and you know more than I 
They have long taken your blood, you’re a dry stick in a basket 
When you left you took almost everything 
I kneel in the night before tigers that will not let me be 
 
Is this how it works in this room? 
The hours of love still make shadows 
Is this how it works in this room? 
The hours of love still make shadows 
 
Cos what you were will not happen again  
Will not happen again 
Cos what you were will not happen again 
Will not happen again 
 
The tigers have found me  
And I don’t care 
The tigers surround me  
And I don’t care 

I kneel before tigers in the night 
I kneel before tigers in the night 
I kneel before tigers in the night 
I kneel before tigers in the night 
The tigers have found me  
I kneel before tigers in the night

Tigers

Gamma Squeeze DEMO

Wild White Water DEMO

Rabbit Down A Hole DEMO

Here And Now DEMO

Clear December sky
You remember bright eyes
On the school bus waving goodbye

Shots bark, bullets hail
In the dark, faces pale
Too scared to speak or exhale

Let me explain, 
Prayers give them no more cover
Than cellophane
Swords into ploughshares 
Or cultivate nightmares
Worshipping the stain of Cain

Eyes pop, jaws drop
Is it ever, ever gonna stop?
Hem-haw, flip flop
Regulation photo op

Then it’s relegated to the sidelines
Not for the first or the last time
Prime time, true crime 
Cynical pantomime

If it bleeds it leads
So the Hog of Sinformation
Sows demon seed
Blah blah, false flag, toxic nosebag
Buy my snake oil, come and feed

Am I alone in thinking this 
A dark derangement?
Will you atone?
Scream and bluster, bellow and yell
But rot in hell, Alex Jones

Let me explain
Prayers give them no more cover
Than cellophane
Swords into ploughshares 
Or cultivate nightmares
Worshipping the stain of Cain

Stain Of Cain

Got a bad habit
Picking at the cracks again
Dag-nab it
Give it a score from one to ten

Well, just over zero
And kind of overgenerous here
Stalin or Nero
Stick a pin in any hemisphere

Some things hurt your eyes to see
Horror, horror
Cover the lens with Vaseline
More tomorrow
I don’t think about it every waking hour
But when I do I need…

A shower to wash it off
Spin a cocoon, shake the curse
Or grab a Kalashnikov
You know it only makes it worse

When you come out swinging
Never know what you jeopardize
My eyes are stinging
Same shit, different flies

When were there never desperate times?
Doom and gloom
It doesn’t repeat, but it rhymes
A looney tune
Man, woman, boy or girl
We are hurled into this…

Big bad world
Big bad world

Pressure increases
Slipping under the waterline
It never ceases
Grotesque and asinine

Some things hurt your eyes to see
Horror, horror
Cover the lens with Vaseline
More tomorrow
Man, woman, boy or girl
We are hurled into this…

Big bad world
Big bad world

Got to think it’s hopeless
And you’re falling down a hole
Don’t think that it’s hopeless?
Until the zero is grounded
And I know how that sounded

Big Bad World

Kow tow, kow tow
Whittle away, whittle away
Bow down, bow down
A little a day, every day

Man afraid of his horses
This is the way you’ll go down

We have superior forces
We’ll sell it off by the pound

You will never be satisfied
Till every blade of grass has died

Taking it all, taking it all
Stealing the moon, mocking the sun
Work of the Lord, work of the Lord
Never done, never done

Your story’s ten-a-penny
I’d shed a tear if I had any

This will go on forever
Man at the end of his tether

You will never be satisfied
Till every blade of grass has died

Waterloo Creek, Waterloo Creek
Emu parade, emu parade
Doublespeak, doublespeak
Hide it away, hide it away

Blood on the wattle
Make ‘em turn to the bottle

We are the tower of power
Run, hide and cower

You will never be satisfied
Till every blade of grass has died
You will never be satisfied
Till every blade of grass has died

Man Afraid Of His Horses

You call me monster, Frankenstein
My head won’t fit my body
Lumbering, elephantine
Doctor, your work is shoddy

Shadows, be my carapace
From eyes aghast, disgusted
Hide me from my own disgrace
Outcast, reviled, mistrusted

When the night falls
I see the darkness howl
I see the colours roar
Taste so hard, lights so loud
Rotten to the core

Orlac hands do as they please
Murderous secret vision
They can never be appeased
No will and no decision

O the knife, silent, inviting
Luring, a sweet Lorelei
I will give in, no more fighting
Spy versus spy versus spy

When the night falls
I see the darkness howl
I see the colours roar
Taste so hard, lights so loud
Totten to the core

No love
No love
No love

I’m as wide as I am high
A figure of fun or pity
Tear a blanket from the night sky
Smother this lonely city

Shadows, be my carapace
From eyes aghast, disgusted
Hide me from my own disgrace
Outcast, reviled, mistrusted

When the night falls
I see the darkness howl
I see the colours roar
Taste so hard, lights so loud
Rotten to the core

No love
No love
No love

Frankenstein

Dead inside, in formaldehyde
Bleary-eyed
Am I free at last now?
You never see the monotony
The cyanide, the boozy hoosegow
locked in a room, Sunday gloom
Staring out at a weeping willow
Tick, tick boom, waiting to rest 
Your lubricated head on a pillow

Looking back, I guess 
I could’ve done better
Bitten the bullet
Wrote you a letter

Hammered again, amen, amen
Ossify, make it a double
No, pick up a pen
Get out of your den, detoxify
Shovel the rubble

I want to be an aider and abettor
Hit the gas, push the carburettor

Drive it away, this is the day
Hit the ball down the old fairway

It’s a poisonous reek, Deptford Creek
Under your skin, silver shallows
Trough or peak, am I a freak? 
Where do I begin?
Craven and callow

Looking back, I guess 
I could’ve done better
Bitten the bullet
Wrote you a letter

Drive it away, this is the day
Hit the ball down the old fairway

Deptford Creek

What am I afraid of?
Why am I blind?
Why’s it all secret?
Where’s my guide?

Trash the tribe
Revisit the past
Stay surprised
Free at last

Personal… universal
Personal… universal

Why have a mind?
Where are the facts?
What is progress?
Why can’t I act?

Mind and matter
The crazy rage
Comfort and dreams
To change an age

Personal… universal
Personal… universal
Personal… universal
Personal… universal

Secret thoughts for a common life
Inner light bright as the sun
Solitude a gift for all
I am you and we are one
We are one

Flowing… becoming
Personal… universal
Flowing… becoming
Personal… universal

Personal… universal
Personal… universal
Personal… universal
Personal… universal

Personal Universal

Swan Song

They seemed to be falling from a tree
1911, Laura and L.D.
In seeping sepia photography

Frozen silhouettes, thistledown dawn
Gagged and dragged, nobody to mourn
Gabriel, come blow your horn

‘Cause the wind sweeping down the plain
Stopped at the bridge and died of shame
The waving wheat saw mother and child
Like paper kites on utility wire

Silent water, chalky sky
Smile, spectators, on high, on high
Picture postcard, hear the river sigh

Hush now, baby, don’t you cry
I will sing you a lullaby
We’ll be meeting, by and by

You would’ve thought this was an end
But seething insects rage and rend
Red Summer coming around the bend

Oklahoma

Come gather round, O ye lost and found
You will make the sound I want to hear

Dummy dictator

Whisper to a roar, you will be my whore
More, give me more, that’s why you’re here

Cinnamon Hitler

If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep

Tangerine obscene, you puff and pout and preen
you’re exactly what you seem, Mr Wonderful

Imaginary wealth, mercenary self
your plunder and your pelf, I’ve had a bellyful

If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep, dark
Pit of ambition, just the latest edition
Stringing you along, read it and weep

Brink of insanity, bereft of empathy
your Titanic vanity, and they called it unsinkable

As rich as you feel, your fabricated zeal
let’s not make a deal with the unthinkable

Cinnamon Hitler

Cinnamon Hitler

Lindsay Moxham - guitar & vox  
Ricardo Regúlez - guitar & lap steel  
Dave Robinson - bass & vox  
Carol Viñe - drums & vox

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