Nine songs about the moon, or something like that anyway. Plus a re-mix for good measure. Recorded July/August 2024.

Blood Orange

My latest songs about stuff, things, and all the  usual codswallop. The first five were written in September. The second five are from October (2024). Fancy.

I Shall Never Play The Dane

My latest shizz. Written between December 2024 and February 2025. Apart from the Nilsson cover, obviously, I think that was written in the seventies or something. 

It's about all sorts of stuff and things, like everything else.

Bluebird

Latest album, just some songs about stuff as per. Written and recorded between March and May 2025.

Bahama

Another bloody album, all about stuff, I don't know what.  Recorded June-August 2025.

Glass!

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias, you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never-ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the moon.

A beautiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot falling down.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.


Blood Orange Moon

Forcing down this drink.
I never stop to think.
Guess I forgot. (Guess I forgot)
Can't ever stop these shakes.
Or another pill to take.
A day to blot (To blot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Can't make it without you.
I had my shot. (My shot)
Who was I supposed to be?
It's easier to see.
Who I am not. (I'm not)

I know that I'm a dickhead on the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what they saw.
I think I always hoped for something more.
Says a lot.

I never wanted change.
Another rearrange.
I've said my lot. (My lot)
Sat firmly back in place. 
Gave up on the chase.
I've been forgot. (Forgot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Happy without you.
To have's, have not. (Have not)
Which one then is me?
I lost it in the we.
I am, am (I) not? (Am not)

I know that I'm a dickhead in the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what we found.
I always looked for something in the sound.
Says a lot.

Says A Lot

There's a murmur.
On the breeze,
There is holding on as you float out at sea.
There's a love song.
That we waived.
There's a cradle. 
There's a grave.

There's a fractured melody.
There are people having riots in the street.
Life's a journey.
On the dole.
You do not get the time to work out any goals.
A quiet murmur.
Save your soul.

There's a murmur,
On the wind.
It's impossible to know where to begin.
Give your labour.
To your love.
You will always feel that judgment from above.

All the shouting,
From the screen.
When we turned it off, they did not have the means.
There is black,
and there is white.
There is half a chance that neither one is right.
Just a murmur.
Of a fight.

There's a man who.
Went to space.
When he crashed to earth, they didn't know his face.
There's a road to Mandalay.
Why are you so bothered what them people say?

Something changing.
For the good.
Someone helping you to navigate the woods.
Something growing.
Something strong.
It'll be alright if you ignore what's wrong.
Just a murmur.
Just a song.


Murmur

When the rain falls down.
It can numb your brain.
When the rain won't stop.
You could go insane.
When the rain falls down.
You are forced to face.
That the rain goes on.
That the rain remains.

Out of the valley, we roam.
Into clear blue skies.
One more step toward home.
Where the blue birds fly.

When the rain comes down.
It washes away.
Through the endless rain.
You have no escape.
When the rain won't stop.
When the rain decays. 
Watch the raindrops fall.
Watch the raindrops fade.

Out of the valley, we roam.
Into golden skies.
Outwards towards your goal.
As the eagle flies.

Rain [Interlude]

I'll be your dog. 

I ain't gonna work on your farm no more.
I ain't gonna drive round your town no more.
You ain't gonna waste all my time no more.
I ain't gonna work on no farm no more.

I can't decide between left and right.
I climb the fence between the fight.
Get pelted by eggs from both sides.
Look towards the greying skies.

Oh, now that I am lonely.
I guess they are lonely, too.
I can not work for anyone.
I can not work for you.  

I'll be your dog. 

I ain't gonna work on your farm no more.
I ain't gonna set my alarm no more.
I will not be seeing your dawn no more.
I ain't gonna dig in your ground no more.

You go to work. You can not win. 
You earn your pay. To spend on things.
A million ways. To pass the day. 
Some money for your holidays.

Well, everyone is lovely.
So I guess I'm lovely too.
But now i am so lost.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I'll be your dog. 


I'll Be Your Dog

If I could conjure fortune up with fame.
And treat those two imposters just the same.
If I am flicker, a shadow, a moment in time.
Then I am a whisper, a headache, a 6 am. line.

Watch back, stat attack, deary me.
My apple took a fall from a golden tree.
Oh, what are you seeing when you look at me?
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to survive.

The wind that blew away the dust and rot.
The same wind blew away the elder gods.
If I'm on a golden star, spinning a circle in time.
How can I be staring out into space in a line?

Hold back, black jack, twenty-three.
My apple didn't fall far from that tree.
Oh, I am my own, and I will always be.
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to get by.

The sun that weaves its path across the sky.
Will carry on the same after you die.
If I am a small part of all that has happened before.
How is it fair that I can never know what's in store?

Sad sack, hold back, deary me.
My apple took a fall from the golden tree.
Oh, what am I seeing when I look at me?
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to the...

Hard tack, take back, birds and bee.
My apple didn't fall far from that tree.
Oh, I am my own, and I will always be.
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to survive.

The Apple And The Tree

Sneaky Russian, how do you do?
Bet we're thinking just the same as you.
Should we give ourselves a talking to?
What a world.
Oh, American, how do you plead?
Bet you'd like to see us on our knees.
Are you too wrapped up with greed?
To make it work.

Standing out in the crowd.
Why you all gotta talk so loud?
And what's made you so proud?
Of all your words.
Oh, china-man what do you say?
Could we all be friends one day?
Shall we put the bad things away?
We can all be here to stay.
I guess our time is running out.

Can't you all just get along?
We can't all sing the same song.
When neither one is wrong.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without. 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

Sneaky Russian hasn't the means.
The follow up to having a dream.
Contemplating some expensive jeans?
But they are cursed.
You Americans a-wouldn't know.
Why they made the flowers grow.
Not everything's for show.
Some things are work.

Them chinaman digging the ground.
While we're all just fooling around.
Work sixteen hour days.
So the outcome might be swayed.
I guess our time is running out.

Well then Russian what do you say?
Could we make it up to you some way?
The clock keeps ticking on.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

The workers plod along.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.
Om.

Sneaky Russians

Oh, the thought came to me.
Though it may have been a dream.
Am I floating alone in the void?
Now we all have to pay.
For our days with no consequences.
Are we drifting slowing away?
Away.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find a way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

Now, the thought disagreed.
Was it part of some strange dream?
Where I'm floating alone in the void.
Now, we all have to say.
That we're happy with our choices.
But that doesn't make it so.
Not so.

Now we wait for our getaway.
Hoping to make ourselves whole.
We were thinking eccentric.
But our dreams were always our own.
Now we've nothing but empty.
Pockets of misery sown.
It's been shown.
All alone.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find your way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

A Dream

God, give me style and give me grace.
Give me something I can grow.
Give me something I can taste.
Now, give me somewhere just to be.
Give me rock and give me roll.
Give me heart and give me soul.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

You, give me the freedom to use.
Give me fire for the fuse.
Give me someone as a muse.
Now, tell me what you wanna be?
Give me pockets full of sight.
Give me strength to win the fight.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley that no light can enter in.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm in which I can sink within.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm Falling

Retail park shark.
Swimming in a foot spa.
Living in a fast car.
Asking where the birds are.
This must come naturally to you?
You are not real but I have seen your face.
You're a picture on the fireplace.

Low pain, high bar.
Asking not to get far.
Top rat, smack hat.
Trying to sell his old tat.
You can not ask me for a clue.
The portrait of a piss artist, staggered in middle age.
Just sat there waiting to be saved.

Watch out cause all the foxes will come at you with a smile.
They'll help you for a while.
Help you for a while.

It's easier to fool you than to tell you you've been fooled.
I didn't make the rules.
You can not know the rules.

Clever fox, treasure box.
Find what was lost.
Cold in November.
We won't be remembered.
You can not tell me what to do.
The man who wanted everything, ending on microfiche.
I guess he didn't get his wish.

Watch out cause all the foxes will come at you with a smile.
They'll help you for a while.
Help you for a while.

My Grandad gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad.
She's the best I ever had.
The best I ever had.

Little Grebe (In Summer Plumage)

Gotta Get Up [Harry Nilsson Cover]

Well, you can run, but you can't hide. 
There's no escape from what's inside.
You can try and write your words out in a song.
But we all show when something's wrong.

When you're only showing one face to the world.
When you're trying to make your mind up on a girl.
When you're escaping this world into your own.
You should know that you can never make it home.

I believe it. 
All the money flies away.
I'll be leaving, but the rest of you can stay.
I remember almost every little phrase.
I was here.
I was here.
The facade... will fade away.

Well, we all live, and we all die.
Imagination helps you get on by.
Is there a constant revolution in your soul?
It's a shame that we all have to get so old.

When you lay there on a morning on your own.
When you can not find a place to rest your bones.
When the nighttime comes to help you get away.
When you find out, it won't matter what you say.

I believe it. 
All the money flies away.
I'll be leaving, but the rest of you can stay.
I remember almost every little phrase.
I was here.
I was here.
The facade... will fade away.

Fade Away

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, and I dream.
One day, there'll come a moment I can't breathe.

Lift off! I'll never follow you home.
Won't you give me Hill and Valley where I can roam?
A little corner for my peace.
This town has gotten dirty, and I can't leave.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

Hold up? You're old. Not feeling so great.
True, I see your storm clouds gather, and I'm tempting fate.
You don't leave any space to dream.
Left it all behind, just wasted behind the scenes.

There must be something I could be?
There must be someone I can see?
I'm running out of pills to take.
It's just another rule to break.
I throw it all away.

Get up! I will not be on my way.
You can wait another lifetime before I fade.
You see, my field is evergreen.
I still think in terms of what I've yet to see.

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, just to dream.
One day, there'll come that moment I won't breathe.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

There Must Be Something

The seven seas all feel the same.
When you sail on them in the rain.
Your silver lining, like a shroud.
Was disapated by your cloud.
Such a clown. 

Oh, I could talk to you for days.
You set the pace.
It's a shame we had to go our separate ways.
We barely wiled away the hours.
Forget your flowers.
Can you still hear me from up in your tower?

Caught a television screen.
About anything. 
Could be a dream.
My fascination with the crown
Was decimated by the town.
And all the crowds.

Oh, I would walk by you for days.
You set the pace.
I just didn't know that I was in a race.
I know I wasted all my hours.
The time devoured.
You're looking down, and now I know that...

we all can't believe the same. woah oh.
I know we're all a bit to blame. woah oh, yeah.
I know some people have no shame. woah oh.
I know we all can't feel the same.

Oh, I could talk to you for days.
You set the pace.
It's a shame we had to go our separate ways.
We barely wiled away the hours.
Forget your flowers.
Can you still hear me from up in your tower?
Your tower.

Flowers

Though the night is so dark and full of fears.
It won't get any easier through the years.
I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

Just one more to take the edge away.
Just a taste of sugar, a lighter end to your day.
I was getting tired of your rules.
I was getting bored and feeling blue.

Maybe I just need escape.
Maybe I was feeling great.
Maybe I was looking out.
Maybe I was crying out.
Ever think I know who I am?
Ever think you wanna get some?
Everybody seeks admission.
Everybody's going missing.
I was getting tired of your blues.
I was feeling washed up, old and through.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.


Lights Out

Bahama.
Bahama.
When you're trying to escape from who you are.
When you're chasing any feeling that might throw.
When you're running down the white lines to your goal.

And you should you hear a whistle in the trees.
Do not follow blindly. Hide your fears. 
And should there be a crow at the window.
The dead have nothing to teach us now, you know.
Just let it go.

Bahama.
Bahama.
When the sunlight peirces into your stars.
When you can't escape the morning of the soul.
When you can not remove yourself from the whole.
Just let it go.

Should you go a walking in the trees.
Be careful not to show them any fear.
And it might be a crow at your window.
The Dead have nothing to teach us, so let go.
Just let it go

Ah, lune.
You got me howling at the moon
You got me walking on eggshells.
You got me crying out so loud.
All my days.
Fly by. 
It's just an ointment for the fly.
It's just a moon beam in the eye.
Another reason to ask why.
Am I dreaming?

I just wish that I could be.
The man that I wanna be.
But, everything has beaten me through.
Pulled me down.
Off the Moon.
To the Earth.
I don't give a damn about.
All the things I went without.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
How about you?
Will you lift off to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
You got me singing out of tune. 
Bleeding out by the way side.
Searching somewhere for your light.
In this night.
I can't do right...

Ah, lune. 
I don't care for you, baby.
I wouldn't want you to save me. Yeah.
I wouldn't ask you to stay.
All my days are grey.

While I am too blind to see.
All the things I wanna be.
One hand swings, the other hangs free.
Pull me down.
From the Moon.
To the Earth.
I wish I was setting too.
Something that I'd like to do.
But everything is broken and blue.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
I lay here staring at the Moon.
What the hell am I to do now?
Fold up space and just go?
Too much to tow.
So, I just lay.
And, I a-wasted all my days.
I've got nowt meaningful to say.
and I don't mean it anyway.
Oh, my days...

I just need to work it out.
What is there to dream about?
When all their hands are reaching to you.
Trying to pull me down.
From the Moon.
Back to the earth.
You dont seem to care, I could 
Be, working for the greater good.
No matter what you say, I should do.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Lune

You send me the hope of a warm summer breeze.
Start up the war, so I sail out to sea.
Why are we fighting now?
Haven't we learnt there's nowt to be won.

I have no hope for your democracy.
It's mirrors and smoke, and we're fools to believe.
Why they let us run free.
But leave us no scope to move on.

Revolution died on the vine.
And your rat race will never be mine.
All the scales in your favour.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Ah bless you, all proud of your democracy.
You hold it above you for us all to see.
Will its gold trickle down?
To our bellies.
You're all back to front.

You raise up the prices, you double the bills.
Worship the money, go in for the kill.
Who are we fighting for?
It certainly isn't ourselves 

Revolution died on the vine.
And your system refuses to shine.
All the cards marked against us.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for?

Revolution is done.
Haven't we earnt the right to move on?  

The generation that was all ecstasy.
Be off with your Nigel's, and idiocy.
Your white van policies.
You're just bitter old men. 
You are gone.

Oh, haven't you realised that you're getting old?
Haven't you earnt from the prizes they sold?
Didn't you learn to share?
Didn't you learn to care for your soul?

Revolution died on the vine.
What is yours now can never be mine.
All the traps that we fell through are caught.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Democracy

A Whiter Shade of Pale [Procol Harum Cover]

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
Now, all the summers passing by.
Are not for love.

In your despair.
You wanna care.
You're falling into disrepair.
Now you're losing all your hair.
Ah, if you could.

Now, all the hipsters stand so tall.
They're careful not to take your calls.
The brightest lights you've ever seen.
Are casting shadows in your dreams.

Your golden shrine.
Won't take it's time.
But, you don't want to waste a line.
As you pluck them from from the sky.
Boy, if you could.

The flowing tune.
Is a sand dune.
And you are sinking by the feet.
Trying to reach out incomplete.
To a golden bull.

Now all the lizards on the wall.
Might be prepared to lose it all.
But I just find this place obscene.
I guess I'll rid you from my dreams.

Hold this space.
Watch me go.
Out of time.
In the know. (x2)

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
All your summers pass you by.
They're not for love. 

You wanna fly.
Stuck getting high.
Oh, I can see it in your eyes.
That it's time to say goodbye.
I've got to go. 

Now all your friends have lost their way.
They flew away one sunny day.
Were barely noticed in the squall.
I'm not prepared to lose it all.


Goodbye, I've Got To Go

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

Take My Hand (Matt Berry Cover)

I hand you the key so you can free me.
If only all things came so easy.
Take it.
And you never bring it back.
Oh, it has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was. 

Here's my stand, I won't come freely.
If only your love was so easy.
Faked it.
What's that chatting behind my back?
Oh, it has gone that way.
Though I always meant to stay.
Whatever it was.

I know I am acting colder.
Rest your daydream on my shoulder.
Make it.
It all can't be quite that bad.
Oh, It has been a while.
Since I have been your style.
Perhaps I never was.

Your surprise attack.
Got this monkey off my back.
That's all it ever was.
The ticking of the dial.
I can never be your style.
Perhaps I never was.

I am feeling lost and lonely.
I'm sure I can not be the only one who.
Has these reveries of black.
It has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was.

Hand you the key so you can free me.
If only such things came so easy.
Taken.
And you never brought it back.
Oh, it has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was. 

Everything I lack.
Get this monkey off my back.
That's all it ever was.
It might take a while.
I can never be your style.
Perhaps I never was.

In Style

A lovely May.
You peaked too soon, my summer child.
Alive? 
Just trying to get by.
With a smile inside my eyes.
Ignore the scars.
Acting hard.

You're on a beach.
A weever fish/your feet.
You try to eat a peach.
But those things are bloody hard.
You can't look upon the stars in summertime.
Don't ask why.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen what I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

Another day.
You'll want for nothing summer child.
Arrived.
At always the right time.
You didn't recognise it was your salad days.
Within the haze.

You're out of reach.
You can not hear my speech.
You've nothing left to teach.
Condescending meek.
You wouldn't wait another week.
To run away.
Run away.

Not part of a team.
Living in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways..
Swept me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
There's no escape.

Singing in the rain.
From heaven to the drain.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.
There's no way.



Summer Child

Nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run. 
No way to stop.
What is to come.
They're trying to buy...
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light. 

No point in work.
It's all been done.
Nothing to show.
You won't become.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

I was standing at the side of the road.
Hoping somebody would lighten the load.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

I was dreaming of running away.
I couldn't find truth in what they said.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

We're all at fault.
Now we are gone.
The game is lost.
The race is run.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you buy what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna blow you all away.
Deliberator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna send them all to war.
Instigator.

Do you beleive everything that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you use what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We all know what's in store.
Mediator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We don't give a fuck what you all say.
Conspirator.

Mother Russia

Bit of a disclaimer... I can't speak or understand Spanish, I just Google translated my lyrics until it sounded alright. So apologies if it's all total nonsense. Just basically for a bit of a laugh and to mix it up a bit because I was playing a nylon string guitar.


LYRICS 

Caminando en sombras del amanecer,
el viento susurra lo que fue ayer,
mis pasos vacíos no tienen control,
la luz se esconde tras el farol,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Las estrellas caen en su prisión,
brillan un segundo, luego son dolor,
la noche se traga cada emoción,
grita el silencio sin redención,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Promesas rotas flotan en el mar,
sin rumbo fijo, sin un hogar,
el alma tiembla sin dirección,
perdida en su propia confusión
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Translation (Google)

Walking in the shadows of dawn,
the wind whispers what was yesterday,
my empty steps have no control,
the light hides behind the lantern,
the black sky will never see the sun.

The stars fall into their prison,
they shine for a second, then they are pain,
the night swallows every emotion,
the silence screams without redemption,
the black sky will never see the sun.

Broken promises float in the sea,
without a fixed course, without a home,
the soul trembles without direction,
lost in its own confusion
the black sky will never see the sun.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
The black sky will never see the sun.

El cielo negro

Fortune doesn't favour your delay.
There are many coffins for each grave.
There's no welcome sign, beckons you home.
There aren't any markings on your stone.

I could use a lift out of this hole.
At least a decade living on their dole.
I am feeling trapped, caught in between.
I am feeling lost and submarine.

You are not welcome into the fold.
They're all laced with gold.
They don't feel the cold.
You boys are not welcome in the dream.
You're all submarine.
Submarine.

Condemnation has become obscene
Best find better things to do, get clean.
While everyone stays silent, by the way.
This is not the way to pass our days.

We are far too young to feel so old.
We the many, we are bought and sold.
We are living someone else's dreams.
We are so far down. 
We're submarine.

You are not welcome into the fold.
You can't provide the gold.
You're out in the cold.
You are not partaking in this dream.
You are submarine.
Submarine.


Submarine

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

A lack of hope won't keep me sane.
Hold off the rain.
Maintain my brain
Whilst I'm awaiting soft release.
Don't read me meek.
Down with them freaks.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were flying by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm walking down your line.
One day, I was somebody with nothing left to lose.
Next, I'm softly glistening, in middle age, refused.

A little escape from this storm.
My thoughts are worn.
My trousers torn.
You might be calling out the fakes.
You left me; shakes.
You took my breaks.
I need a holiday from you.
You leave me blue.
You give no clue.

One day, I was flying, and the clouds were far below.
Next, I'm overthinking all the facts  I used to know.
One day, I was heavenly, yet now I'm back to front.
Now I'm slowly wrinkling, in middle age, begun.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were passing by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm taking down the lines.
Once, I was just nobody with somebody to love.
Next, I'm barely listening to guidance from above.

Overthinking

Here we go again.
There are dark days in England.
The lady at the bus stops off her head.
Least that's what she said.
No rest for the wicked.

Ah! here we go.
With the painted flags of England.
The devil that is screaming in her brain.
She was never the same.
Needed a merger.

One for the live.
One for the sanity.
Into the crowd.
Into the slaughter house.
One for the road.
One more to take away.
In the fun house. 
Where you are blown away.

Dark days, they're stealing them from you.
Dark days, you'll never make it through.
Dark days, you can not get away.
Dark days, we're falling in the rain...

Let's have a drink.
There's nothing to look up to.
You can not save enough for rainy days.
No route of escape.
A fog of returning...

The lips are calming down.
Whilst the tattoos multiplying.
There's money to be spent here in the hay.
What for I can't say.
A sense of belonging?

The crowd are going wild.
The crowd are consuming.
The crowd are all so normal and so safe.
I feel out of place.
I do not belong here.

Regardless of love,
Regardless of empathy.
Godless and lithe.
Godly with vanity.
Regardless of time.
Regardless of anything.
Godless with pain.
God, will you let us be.

Dark days, they're stealing them from you.
Dark days, you'll never make it through.
Dark days, you can not get away.
Dark days, we're falling in the rain...
 

Dark Days

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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