Islandia

Must admit, you left your mark on my skin,
Now I keep waking 1/2/3/4 hours too early,
You impressed, you left impressions, then you leave,
Cut me deep.

You should have someone who's good and kind,
Someone pure.
You love, it grows, I touch, it dies,
Dies on the floor.

It's not a consolation,
I tell the truth without a second thought,
Don't need another by your side,
But you make pretty nests so thats's a pity for,
The one who deserves you at night.

I saw the strength of pleading eyes,
At your front door.
So you went your way and I went mine,
That's folklore.

It's not a consolation,
I tell the truth without a second thought,
Don't need another by your side,
But you make pretty nests so thats's a pity for,
The one who controls you at night.

So take this from a passer-by,
That you've outworn.
Means more to me than these words describe,
That you're reborn.

Reborn: An Apology

Lies, Lies, Lies, Listen,
Whispering, deciding,
When and where we're hiding,
When we're lying side by side,
Trenches, 
Underneath the violence,
Grab my arm and tell me I'm a fighter, 
I'll be alright.
Am I being uptight?

Sightless eyes, looking,
Someone to confide in,
Silver tongues are gliding,
Meanwhile in the downtown wild,
Creatures,
Slipping into houses,
Brides are picking into stranger's trousers,
Like it's alright,
We're turning our blind eyes.

Bleak Town you're time's up,
Renage and move,
Never return there,
Find somewhere new,
The hedonistic skyline's thumping,
Like northern lights the neon's beaming,
So I'll recede into the sky,
From arboreal times,
Real time.

Bleak Town

Storytellers vie,
Silver merchants weave designs,
And precious jewels are tied,
Beneath a parachuting sky.
Cloudy lemonade,
While reclining in the shade,
Musicians and their dancers take the stage.

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
From this place I made.

A castle masquerade,
Fire-breathers on parade,
Exotic and fresh banquet being laid.
A hot air balloon gives rise,
Magicians standing by,
The fortune tellers lie and lie.

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
Why is everyone deserting,
Turning and drifting away,
From this place I made?

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
Why is everyone deserting,
Turning and drifting away?
While my iron heart is burning,
My paper skin is curling away,
In this place I made.

This Place I Made

Don't let the passage of time,
Tarnish the glow and the shine,
Radiated by,
Instrumental lives,
We lived side by side.

Sleet claws the cobbles outside,
Regular bar, Royal Mile,
Table by the fire,
I wear your favourite tie,
And you wear Argyll.

Order my whisky, your wine,
Hours fall away, closing chime,
"People, look alive!"
Released into the night,
And scattered for miles.

In one lonely window, a light,
Communicating bodies combine,
What can I sacrifice,
To prove to you that I'll,
Keep this 'till I die.

Don't let the passage of time,
Tarnish the glow and the shine,
Radiated by,
Instrumental lives,
We lived side by side.

Argyll

First conceived in early 2009, Any Idle Clone is a solo music project in which all material is written, performed and produced by a Manchester-based singer-songwriter. Tracks from the debut album, released in 2010, feature a strong acoustic influence, relying on piano and guitar accompaniments, stripped back vocals and an emphasis on story-telling lyrics.