The Secret Sea
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
She swims the secret sea of sleep's cocoon.
Its soothing hands caress her dreams; she breathes.
She tries to hold him in her arms,
But sleep walks away;
She holds, but light burns the day.
Upon a secret sea she floats, alone.
She sees a figure on the shore who casts
a shadow across her bedroom floor.
The tide pulls the day;
She calls, but sleep floats away.
A swirling flood invades her room as sleep
takes off its head for her to feel.
His eyes lose his face,
Day pulls
his eyes from his face.
She calls,
But sleep walks away.
She holds
But sleep floats away.
She calls
The light burns the day.
There were no bounds
Words by Aldous Huxley, from Time Must Have a Stop
Music by AATT
Lyrics taken from the beginning of chapter 13, with some slight omissions and adjustments. The last few lines (italicized) I could find nowhere in the novel.
There was no pain any longer,
No more need to gasp for air.
And the tiled floor ceased to be cold and hard.
All sound had died away, and it was quite dark.
But in the void, and in the silence,
there was still a kind of knowledge, a faint awareness.
Awareness not of name or person, and
not of memories of the past;
The awareness knew only itself.
The awareness knew only itself.
Knowledge reached out into the absence,
reached out into darkness, reached out into silence,
And there were no bounds.
There were no bounds.
And it was aware of a kind of growing hunger, a hunger
for something that didn't exist.
For the knowledge was only of absence.
Of pure, of absolute absence.
Durations of restlessness, durations of hunger.
An existance of only one dimension,
but in the dark silence, in the void of all sensation,
Something began to know.
And there were no bounds.
There were no bounds.
And there were no bounds.
And there were no bounds.
There were no bounds.
I hid the dog's teeth. They rattled in my pocket.
Watched the spider on the ceiling.
Poor, old Atkinson...
Impulse of Man
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
True or false, the life of man.
Beneath her dress, so soft, so thin.
Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes.
For God's sake hold the key,
locks in this agony.
Your arms are positioned, but they are not nailed.
You look for the pacifist, but he went, he's lost in the maze.
These winds are cold, and its walls will press his face...
Press his face...press his face...press his face!
True or false, impulse of man.
Hits his girl, she swirls across the floor.
And as she falls, bites out his tongue.
Black strips on the birch, man's eyes bulge and burst.
He shouts, "Oh, pacifist help!" but he cannot hear,
he's lost in the maze. The rock cuts his back, and
the wind will press his face...
Press his face...press his face...
Press his face...press his face!
True or false, impulsive man.
Erase the face, from smile to scream.
Oh, he must keep his hands inside his head.
Tear lines in her clothes,
Bruised hands hold the rose.
So now you must wait for the honey to come to your throat.
Your arms are splinters, but they will scrape the disease
from his face...
Press his face...press his face...press his face!
Impulsive man.
Impulsive man.
Impulsive man.
Twilights Pool
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
Our reflected bodies rise.
We walk like the newborn.
On ploughed earth waves,
She craves.
Transparent babies, we walk like men;
Across the marshes, and back again.
We seek a different view,
A world that's fresh and new.
She craves to swallow you...
We wait together at twilight's pause.
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...
Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...
We wait together at twilight's pause.
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...
Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
We seek a different view...
From each hill,
We drip the morning dew.
A world that's fresh and new.
Our reflected bodies rise
and walk like the newborn
On ploughed earth waves
She craves...
Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
She craves to swallow you...
There Was a Man of Double Deed
Lyrics by Anonymous
Music by AATT
Based on a folk poem of the Worcestershire region that Simon and Justin's grandmother used to recite to them.
There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed.
When the seed began to grow,
'Twas like a garden full of snow.
When the snow began to melt,
'Twas like a ship without a bell.
When the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without a tail.
When the bird began to fly,
'Twas like an eagle in the sky.
When the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door.
When my door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back.
When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a pen knife in my heart.
When my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.
Scarlet Arch
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
Lie, in the pale summer heat.
Find a clock as it ticks...
Oh, to never sleep.
But the clock ticks so loud, like the cracking of whips,
Till the sun slowly heaves
From the blood hungry land
To its heaven of blue.
Run, through the dust and the stones
Like a stream as it flows
Through the kingdom of peace.
But a beast roamed his head,
Like the aching of guilt,
As it bakes in the heat...
As its swollen tongue speaks
Robs the old of their breath.
Hang beneath dawn's scarlet arch.
Where the wind ever moans...
Like the slaveship it drifts.
A Room Lives in Lucy
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
I hear voices from another morning.
And in the sunlight, I feel the room grow.
I feel the room grow.
Windows, white curtains, and the smooth walls
But the night leaves her on the floor.
Of the mansion halls
And the feet on the floors...
I must get up off the floor.
Off the floor...
Off the floor.
Off the floor.
Off the floor.
Off the floor.
In Lucy lives a room inside.
I feel someone's waking in my room again.
Sometimes she's leaving, but she will never go.
Oh, she will never go.
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves
She's stretching but she cannot reach.
And the pale flowers,
Watch their petals fall.
To the floor.
Like the rain.
How it rains.
Like the rain.
Like the rain.
Like the rain.
Like the rain.
In Lucy lives a room inside.
There are such a lot of nice places that we could go.
There, there are a lot of nice places we could go.
So there's so many beautiful places.
I've seen them somewhere, oh were is it we go?
With the crumbled statues, in the dappled wood.
And the gentle laughter
swirled around the room.
She's not gone.
She's not gone.
On the floor.
How it rains.
She's not gone.
She's not gone.
She's not gone.
In Lucy lives a room, inside.
Maps in Her Wrists and Arms
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
This is the original version, appearing on AATT demos and Normal compilation CDs. Basically the same as the album version, but with Simon stressing some of the lyrics less.
In the tent of powder and lace,
Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand,
Longing to decay.
Waits to hear the sound
of their wings slowly heave, when they fly away...
Some will stay for days.
There's maps in her wrists and arms.
And the dust lies like snow around the bed.
Glowing white, a sculpture of bones,
Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon
Shivers in her mind.
If she moves too near,
It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind;
The old lady sighs.
Sometimes when she lifts her eyes,
the room has filled with flowing sheets of silk.
There's maps in her wrists and arms,
and the morphine surges terror, bread and bliss.
In the tent of powder and lace,
She can hear some violins, watches the strings...
Threading through the room.
