Loosely based on the short story "Without Colours" by Italo Calvino

Lyrics:

The grey horizon teases me
With sillouhettes and shapes
Floating on a canvas sea
of granite dust and clay

Without colour

The raindrops quench the soils thirst
and grass begins to grow
as rosebuds spring up from the earth
the blood begins to flow

Without colour
(Instrumental)
Too much colour

Without Colour

Lyrics:

This chair's creaked and moaned for fifty-hundred days
As my stomaches grown and head's gone bald and grey
and I've tried to file away the thoughts that make me wanna burn this place
To the ground

The phone rings at least 200 times a week
I'm chained to my desk while my ambition flees
and I dream of lying out on my old couch raising a glass a of stout
To the ground

Two more hours and I'll be there
Two more hours
Oh maybe I'll just get off now! (and break free!)

In just seven years they'll hand me my gold watch
and to ticking gears I'll count the time I've lost
'Spose I won't have to see this place at least
When they bury me
In the ground
When I'm in the ground!

To The Ground

Lyrics:

The watercolour, stands on the easel
Unfinished and gathering dust
and the blank on the canvas is a bitter reminder of the things that we left undone

When we danced the waltz

You spent those last evenings, quiet and thoughtful
In a world that you built with your brush;
Where mask adorned figures, line a hall full of mirrors,
Forever locked arm in arm

As they dance the waltz in their old fashioned clothes
To the beat of brush strokes

And when you return to this stuffy old bedsit, I'll watch as you fill in the gaps
And we'll laugh like we used to
Amidst all the paint fumes
Reliving those days long past

When we danced the waltz in our old dirty clothes
To the tune of car horns
But that image won't form
as the paint starts to run and the brush finally falls to the floor


Dance The Waltz

Lyrics:

Oh, here we go again
You're drawing in,
Like vultures you circle my bedside just waiting
To see that flat green line so you can swoop in

Into the black at my expense
You'll dress to mourn with no pretense of caring much at all
But this won't be the end!

No I won't
Say goodnight
No I won't
Go into the light
No I won't
Give you my last breath

'Spose I hold myself somewhat responsible
For investing my time that would yield no return besides ill health and hangers on
Maybe there's a chance...

That I won't!
Say goodnight
No I won't!
Go into the light
No I won't!
Give you my last breath

It's for the best
That I sign here on the left
It's for the best
So you say

Well f*ck you! etc.


Flat Green Line

Lyrics:

Floating through the rusted debris,
Those last remains of better days obstruct my trajectory

Count the stars and join up the dots
The spiral arms haul me from harm and comfort my wandering mind

At least I'm not the only one floating alone without an aim

Satellite

Lyrics:

With a serpentine hiss the pneumatic doors split
and I step the 6:45
Where familiar strangers are browsing the pages
To help ease the passage of time

As I sit in their midst can they tell I don't fit?
Do they know I'm about to commit
A crime against routine?

'Cause I can be anything I wanna be
No-one can stop me now I'm breaking free
I can be anything I wanna be

My feet hit the concrete of a platform I've seen
Only through dirty glass from afar
With my future unclear all my woes disappear
and the weight starts to lift from my heart

Back in cubicle sixteen I can hear the phone scream
as the managers search frantically 

'Cause I can be anything I wanna be
No-one can stop me now I'm breaking free
I can be anything I wanna be

I'm the fire-proof icarus
Leaving the atmosphere
To build a new life on the sun

Far from my office chair
I'll find a new place where 
No-one knows my name!

'Cause I can be anything I wanna be
No-one can stop me now I'm breaking free
I can be anything I wanna be

Breaking Free

Lyrics:

Tortured by my self repressed vanity
And conveniently placed self doubt
That just makes it that much easier to justify
Sticking round
Sticking round!

Oh why should I subject myself
To other peoples twisted misinformed opinions of me?
They're all assholes anyway
and I don't wanna hear, no, I don't wanna hear a single thing they have to say

No I don't wanna hear it from you
No I don't wanna hear it at all
No I don't wanna hear the truth

and when I pass, I'll lay underneath the ground on which I've always trod
but left no footprints out of fear of spoiling the grass
out of fear

Well at least that's what I'll tell myself today
after watching my youth slowly slip away
and leave no trace except old age

But I don't wanna hear it from you
No I don't wanna hear it at all
No I don't wanna hear the truth

No I don't wanna hear it from you
No I don't wanna hear it at all
No I don't wanna hear the truth

I Don't Wanna Hear It

Lyrics:

Hand in hand
With crooked fingers
Weary smiles
and sun stained features
We wander our ghost town

Laboured breaths
and silent footsteps
Long dirt paths
In age old sandals
We wander our ghost town

Wrapped in a blanket made of silence
and words we've said so many times before
We watch the trees grow bare

City lights
Made this town darker
Luring those cursed with youth and ambition
To build their own ghost town

Wrapped in a blanket made of silence
and words we've said so many times before
We watch the trees
Together

Ghost Town

Lyrics:

It's not that I've grown to resent you at all,
Just those stupid dreams, now so far out of reach
And the leaflets and help sheets you shove in my face
That serve you no purpose except to betray
Your longing

Counting away the days
Hoping the cycle will break
Counting away the days
How ill conceived

I hang up the phone
and adopt my most casual tone
"wrong number" and scan your face for a sign
of disbelieve

Counting away the days
Hoping the cycle will break
I'm counting away the days
How ill conceived

But still we lay night after night
In the darkness of candles we failed to light
And I don't know why
Please tell me why
It's not that I've grown to resent you at all

Evan McCarthey

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