In Your Lovely Clothes


Give us your time
Give us your love

I don’t have enough

Let us pretend
We are your friends

I got no small talk

Only
Only want to know
How you look so bad
In your lovely clothes

Spark of the night
Kept us in tune

I don’t want from you

Fallen in time
That’s half our luck

No, you’re all made up


In Your Lovely Clothes

Black Seas:
Paul Angus, JP Hougaz, Phil Dean, Darn Thorn

Awake Your Defence

Come here now
Or let it go
There’s something out there
You got to know
And this is not going to make any sense
Your intense retreats only seem to
Awake my defence

All the thorns
Around your head
And the strangest things
You said in bed
And this is not going to make any sense
Your intense retreats only seem to 
Awake my defence

Dust and stones 
And then he came
Your flimsy ghosts
Get aired again

Tried to tell you not to stay
But you just 
Burrow 
Further in

Spiral out
And reel me in
Pull my words apart
And they remain
And this is not going to make any sense
Your intense retreats only seem to 
Awake my defence


Awake Your Defence

Black Seas:
Paul Angus, JP Hougaz, Phil Dean, Darn Thorn


Second Guess The Asleep

Affable when you lead
‘I’m alright’
I could say that you are
Wait for your sunshine baby
Get in the line

I don’t know what you need
Fill me in
It appears that you will
Wait for your sunshine baby
Get in the line

I fear a decline
Is coming on the wind
Black rain 
And pretending

I veer to the side
Sulk - suffering
False start
And no end 

In sight this time

Leave me now
When you sleep
Jangled nerves come to rest
In reserve
Wait for your sunshine baby
Get in the line

You wait for the sun
When you’re awake


Second Guess The Asleep

Cenotaph

We’re in the air
And in the grave
Our lives
Were made

To fertilize
Europe’s new age
Our blood 
Was paid


Cenotaph - Darn Thorn

Police 
(Firmager / McCrann)




Have you heard about the riptides?
Atmospheric change 
In this dark hole

Do you remember anything
Before the insides
Were filled with new meanings

Glass and steel still gleam in the sun
And there’s children playing 
Dumb flowers and movie theatres
And you’re told in the papers ‘things are on the up’

You lose some sight
But that’s alright
Don’t burn inside
You know it’s alright

Have you lived among the flipsides?
You breathe their desires
And then implode

You don’t see remains left by the roadside
But live with great holes in meaning
That are here and there bleeding

The abstract ideas
Warm feelings with many faces
Have instant dominion
As movements come and go

Come singular melody
Unlike the monotone
Appeals to only one sense
But it sets the others chiming




Police

(Firmager / McCrann) 1994
Recorded in 1995, Dublin

Roll me over and over, harbour dip to recover
On the trail out the weight is directionless
And open to debate

Nothing worth waiting here for
Empty bottles
Nights out, nights in, paralytic

It's the safe, clear, indifferent wave of the same
That makes pathetic man
Wait and await

I've got to go
And wait in sand to drag these shapes behind me
'Cause I can leave when I can't leave you whole

I've got to go
And wait in sand 
To drag these shapes 

You're not awake
You're not awake
You nod away


So go bye bye 
Stars that shape and collide
With the pinholes insides

It's no home you're holding on to
This skin you're in lies to you
As I hold it to me

You still don't know what to run from
I just need someone
To drag into a tomorrow

It's selfish 
And it's slow
It's easy and you know

You're so pathetic, man
When you wait
And you wait

So please stay
Because you're not the only one

Who's not awake
Who's not awake
Who's not away

I've got to go
And wait in sand 
To drag these shapes 

You're not awake 
You're not awake 
You nod away


So please stay
And wait in sand 
To waste away

You're not awake
You're not awake
You nod away


I've got to go
And wait in sand 
To drag these shapes 

You're not awake
You're not awake
You nod away


Sydney

Outtake from the Holy Spinoza EP by Figaro, 2011

Written by Alex McConnell
Lead Vox & Guitars: Alex McConnell
Drums: Owen Wassell
Bass: Benjamin Comley
Keys & Harmony Vox: Darn Thorn


Holy Spinoza Outtakes

Happy Cracks Holy Spinoza Outtake

Darn Thorn

80's Arpeggio

Collaboration with Joe Collins

16 Track Recording circa 2001

Joe Collins - Guitars, Bass, Vox
Darn Thorn - Solid State Hammond Organ, Synths, Vox

Cosmic Harmonium

Outtake from 2010 Recordings, Mixed at Headgap Studios Melbourne

Can you hold your breath
Can you stay there and forget
That you know who I am?

Can you be alone
Can you live here in my home
And not know who I am?  

Can you wait for years
With the whisper in your ears
Do you know who I am?


Punctured world again?
Here and now is gone and then
I don’t know who I am

Could we ask for more
More than symptoms to ignore?
I don’t know who I am


And the clouds descend
And the fog is gone again
I don’t know who I am

Could we ask for more?
Only know one thing for sure
I don’t know who I am


Tell me who I am
Who I am?

Darn Thorn

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