What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
- Shakespeare, Hamlet

Lyrics:
i'm always using
ever reducing what's left
just a few short days
i'll try tomorrow
if i can borrow
and if i can't there's always other ways

this is existence
it's our quintessence of dust

a light that guides you
can serve to hide you 
from those who run the road to hell

this is our beacon
without it we can do harm
to others and ourselves

this is existence
it's our quintessence of dust

our quintessence of dust
for these things we lust
in these gods we trust
sweetheart we must
or we fall to rust

we live at weekends
our freedom depends
on those who make demands of us
we'll watch a gameshow
delaying sorrow, and if we can't
there's always other ways

this is existence
it's our quintessence of dust

Dust

Landlubber - Brian Butts / Robert Grigg

Our 12-bar blues song..

LYRICS:

Got a suitcase full of broken bottles
I've got my feet wrapped in chicken wire
The only memory I need to keep
is the one of your face as I lit the fire
I got one thing to do before I'm graveward bound
Sing through the shipwreck and inhale this sound

I got a chainsaw without a throttle
A getaway car I forgot to hire
I'm dying on a hill, it's pretty steep
but the Lord made it clear that He loves a trier
I got one thing to do before I'm graveward bound
Sing through this shipwreck and enjoy this sound
Alright

I got two left feet but I love to walk
I got some four-legged friends made of beef and pork
I got a new direction on the microphone
but my banjo's only crafted out of skin and bone
I got one thing to do before I'm graveward bound
I'm gonna sing through this shipwreck and inhale this sound
Well alright

I got a suitcase full of broken bottles
I've got my feet wrapped in chicken wire
The only memory I need to keep
is the one of your face as I lit the fire
I got one thing to do before I'm graveward bound
Sing through the shipwreck and inhale this sound

Graveward Bound

One fine morning
Sat on double time.
Doing nothing.
While the flowers shine. 

You were always electric you were Always a star.
With the right guidance you could really go far.
you just wouldn't listen to the advice that I gave.
Just kept repeating the same old mistakes.

Since you're not here
I've been doing fine.
Almost wiped you.
clearing my mind.

It's easy to say looking back down the line.
But you were a massive waste of my Time.
You caused loads of hassle you weren't sent from above.
A promise you made. a promise of love.

You don't see the world in colour
You don't see the world in light. 
You only see the bad things in your life. 
The world is filled with people
With the wool over their eyes.
it comes as no surprise.

You were always electric, you were kissed by the fire.
A dead weight that meant that. I could never go far.
Never particularly happy with me.
A second class person, a useless degree.

Glad to watch you
Go on your way.
Whilst I sit here.
On a new day. 

It's easy to say now I've forgotten your face.
I'm not even sure I was involved in the race.
You tried to break me but I just wouldn't bend.
It's definitely me who is returned in the end.

You don't see the multicolor.
You don't see the hazy light.
You've never stopped to think about the stars.
The world is full of people who can never sever ties
So it comes as no surprise.

You don't see the best in people.
You don't try to use your mind.
You're only out to see what you can take.
The world is full of people who put tears into your mind.
So it comes as no surprise.

Always Electric

1000

Inside Job

Original Track By Combstead
Guitar and Bass by Robert Grigg

Under Glass - Combstead / R Grigg

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, BASS & SYNTHS
MRS. A.: VOCALS

ESPEJO DE LA VIDA (Alfonso Llorente)

A slightly country-rock-esque song about arguments and compromise

LYRICS:

Again we're starting over in another town
The friends we made, they drift away
like clouds on the wind
I'm tired of waiting
My body's aching and broken
The separating
This meditation is over
and now I'm open to suggestions

November brings a chill into our open minds
It's when we'll take our pills so we can try to find
some relief from it all
You're always hating
but it remains unspoken
And you can stare at the painting
but this conversation's over
unless you're open to suggestions

We can't ignore it
We're gonna have to explore it
And I'm gonna call it:
This one's a forfeit

We can't ignore it
We're gonna have to explore it
And I'm gonna call it:
This one's a forfeit

Nothing else for it..

Always Electric

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