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1.  Shantell                           10.  The Renegade (CD Only)
2.  Wallpaper Dying (CD Only)          11.  Scythe & Spade (CD Only)
3.  The Secret Sea                     12.  Shaletown
4.  There Were no Bounds               13.  The House of the Heart
5.  A Room Lives in Lucy               14.  Lady D'Arbanville
6.  There Was a Man of Double Deed     15.  The Street Organ (CD Only)
7.  Scarlet Arch (CD Only)             16.  Misfortunes
8.  Gone... Like the Swallows          17.  The Pear Tree (Remix)
9.  The Critical Distance              18.  The Fruit Room

LP: Normal 154
CD: Normal 154 CD

A collection of singles, B-Sides, and proposed singles, this album is an excellent cross section of AATT's work, from their first 7" single Shantell, to Green is the Sea's only planned single The Fruit Room. Anyone interested in the band who has not yet heard much of their music should pick up this CD.

Shantell

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

Ahh...
Winter winds
blow the trees;
Creatures trapped have to fall.
Hear their howls
claw the sky.
Whispers follow Shantell.
Shantell...

Shantell...
Shantell...
Shantell...

Shantell sleeps,
tables creak;
Mirrors start to speak.
Branches scratch, tap the panes.
Whispers follow Shantell...

Shantell...
Shantell...
Shantell...

Wallpaper Dying

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

The cold it penetrates so deep,
the leaves cry drops of ice.
A fire guts the land 
inside him.
He wonders, "What's it like
to be in the sunshine with her?"

The wet material on his face, with lines of 
unforgetful stress.
A scratch in the wall by his side...
He watches all the time,
While all around him the wallpaper dies.

The boards of such familiar grain
are roads leading nowhere;
Careful drawings in the dust, he tries to remember...
The breeze it blows it all away.
Something, through the darkness, caught his eye.
Caught his eye...

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...

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.

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.

Gone... Like the Swallows

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

Balancing on the wind,
Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo --
He watches sand running through the fingers of his left hand...
And into the palm of his right.
He sees someone walking in a hot, dry wasteland,
Young, hesitant steps...
Recognised her crooked fringe and narrow eyes --
Threadbare, summer patterned, dirty cotton flowered dress...
Scratched ankles, and nail bitten hands.
Wanted to touch her cool brown hair...
But she was gone.
And his old tired face was still as ever.

An aeroplane hummed way up in the sky,
High up, high up, high above the clouds.

A green teapot, and a pair of boots,
A broken pocket watch and chain,
A born dead baby pig, 
Lying, pure white...bloodless
Soft, smooth as a gloved ladies hand;
a spinning wheel, a bill hook,
An umbrella, empty bottles, tin bath,
rip saw, a hat stand and a slate grey pillbox hat --
They sailed past his grabbing hands,
And were gone...like the swallows.

Stuttered words, stuttered words...
Voices asking questions he cannot hear.
Come and find us...Step back or you'll fall --

but the aeroplane is humming so loud now...

Tried to cling to the summer cotton, light, threadbare
patterned sleeveless flowered dirty carnation sunflower
sweatstained primrose threadbare dirty disappearing
decaying flowered fading cotton forgotten fucking summer
dress...
But it was gone.
Gone...like the swallows.

The Critical Distance

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

Never beginning, never ending days.
Days when the ceiling is so low I cannnot stand,
And the blunted knive presses into me.
Melting in the airless heat, the walls close in on me...
Nudging me this way and that;
From one to another, like nervous thunder.
Thudding in my head, 
a heart is beating out the boredom...
Nudging me this way and that;
From one to another, like nervous thunder.
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep --
And the ever-watching walls lean over me.

But when I wake I feel alone.
There is nothing but a vast blank floor,
And although the walls are watching, I never reach them.
No matter how far I walk, I can never reach them.

And the knife begins to shine...
And hisses in my hand --
Slices through the always blank distance
So I can see my hooded girl.
Swipes through the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my hooded girl...
She walks to me across the furrowed fields;
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly --
And the knife it sparkles,
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea,
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories --
Spill their seaweed dreams over me.
Oh, spill their seaweed dreams over me.
Oh, spill their seaweed dreams over me.
Spill their seaweed dreams over me.
Spill their seaweed dreams over me,
as I lie on the coral, amongst the driftwood.

And the ever-watching walls lean over me.

The Renegade

Words by Albert Camus, from The Renegade
Music by Ton Ton Macoute
(S. Atkinson, J. Hobman, T. Lee)

"Order and method," the tongue says.
But, oh, what a jumble.  Oh, what a jumble.
"Order and method," the tongue says.
Over my words words, I fall, I stumble.
I stall and fumble.
Oh, this tongue wags on and on.
I hear too many things.
Oh, I hear too many things.
I must tidy up my mind.
Like the sun at Auschwitz, I was welcomed by the blind.
Burning, burning in the City of Salt,
I will learn to love hatred.
Oh, I will learn to love hatred.
Since they cut out my tongue, it seems that another
tongue has been wagging in my head.
Oh, I hear to many things.

"Order and method."
"Order and method."
"Order and method," the tongue says.
But, oh, what a jumble.  
Oh, what a jumble.
Over my words I fall, I stumble.
I stall and fumble.
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
Over my words I fall, I stumble.
It's not only the blind who cannot see...
The sunlight it pours into me.
Burning, burning in the City of Salt,
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
I hear too many things, 
Oh, I hear too many things.
And I will learn to love anything.
"Order and method."
I must tidy up my mind.
Oh, I must tidy up my mind.

Mercenary,
Mercenary,
Mercenary or missionary?
Oh, I can learn to love hatred.
"Order and method."
"Order and method."
"Order and method."

"Order and method."

Scythe & Spade

Lyrics by Simon Jones and J. Hobman
Music by AATT

Of all the deaf old bones;
Sceptre and crown,
Of all the kings and emperors
They must all tumble down.
They creak, stench, but all decay,
And in the dust be equal made
Through sun, wind and sand;
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Each man of ivory and bone;
Sceptre and crown,
Of noble tribe or hybrid clan
They must tumble down.
Spider weaves a pretty web
And in the dust be equal made,
Brethren on this day
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Figure-flingers, faceless mask;
Sceptre and crown,
Of all those blind and buried years
They must tumble down--
Career, fall and clatter
And in the dust be equal made,
Now all the kings and emperors are
With poor crooked scythe and spade.

Shaletown

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

On the blue-green rising, falling tide.
Breathing in the pebbles,
Sighing out the salt breeze.

Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields.
Leaving the dry earth land, 
it threads the gate.
Tunnel hedges...
Old mans beard,
sticking to the wild plums,
old mans beard.
Follows the pot-holed tracks,
that lead to Shaletown.

The ox-man's soul forever turns around,
and ploughs the subbled field.
Caught in the lonely mile
between the roads to Shaletown.
He watches the chaff leave his dry brown eye,
and swing over rose-hip stile
to Shaletown.

Under bronze-red sunset cobweb clouds.
Dipping to the shadows,
dancing through the dead trees...
Over carts that stuggle up the hills
Sticking into the sweat and blistered hands.

Nailed sacks flap...
From blackened walls.
Flailing arms to welcome,
from blackened walls.
Into the groaning heart of Shaletown.

The ox-man turns and walks into the wind,
towards the ceaseless sea,
ploughing the lonely mile
as chaff settles in Shaletown.
The machines they groan, and the hammers they pound
As night falls on Shaletown.
The chaff settles....
In Shaletown.

The House of the Heart (12" Extended Mix)

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

You stand beneath the racing sky;
You don't know why you came to 
the house of the heart.

You sit amongst the withered flowers
by the dry fountains,
You look at the barren world around
The house of the heart.

The lichen covered courtyard lions
Stand restlessly beside you,
The great door it swings...
The house of the heart.

"Remote and scarlet,"
say the lions.
Vivid visions shatter down the spiral stairs
Promises and perfection,
Solitude and despair.

You hear the tempest beauty sigh.
You don't know how you came to
the house of the heart.

The house of the heart.

Lady D'Arbanville

Lyrics by Cat Stevens
Music adapted by AATT

My Lady D'Arbanville,
why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow, and you will be my fill;
Yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady D'Arbanville,
Why does it greive me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low?
Why do you breathe so low?

My Lady D'Arbanville,
Why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow, and you will be my fill;
Yes, you will be my fill.

My Lady D'Arbanville,
You look so cold this night.
Your lips feel like winter, 
your skin has turned to white,
your skin has turned to white.

I loved you, my Lady.
Though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you;
This rose will never die.
This rose will never die.

I loved you, my Lady.
Though in your grave you lie,
I'll always be with you;
This rose will never die.
This rose will never die.

The Street Organ (Original Mix)

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

The street organ plays its blithe tune through the town.
Winding down the alleys with the yellow leaves;
It meanders down bleak avenues where
the copper-green monuments stare at nothing...
It passes them by, unheard,
Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air,
The messengers of snow...
Moon-struck and gold.
(Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas,
In a mind of tidemark memories)

It croons with the lullabies that lull the babies back
to wombs;
Confuses time with its merry-sombre chiming;
calling back the old,
conjures daughters, lovers, sons, fears, mothers, 
seasons, minutes, lost and found lost love...
Spring and nothing.
She sings like a bird that wakes up warm and thinks
the winter's over.
(Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas,
In a mind of tidemark memories)

The street organ's music is heard
for the first time here, and the last time there,
and not at all.
(He woke up and called out her name...)
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas,
In a mind of tidemark memories.
(Moon-struck and gold)

The strand of hair that falls in front of her face...

He woke up and called out her name,
But only the street organ answers.
(Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas,
In a mind of tidemark memories)
The street organ plays down every road,
Moon-struck and gold.
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas,
In a mind of tidemark memories.
(The street organ... 
The music's blithe tune, 
Moon-struck and gold)

The street organ plays down every road,
Moonstruck and gold.

Misfortunes

Lyrics by Simon Jones and Justin Jones
Music by AATT

I would chase the moon's cold eye,
Into the bitterest day;
And I would watch the sundial,
and in its shadow stay.
So don't let me be afraid.
I would hear misfortune cry, 
out of its virtuous face.
And I would watch the sundail;
and through its darkness race...

The silver star of morning,
blinks down a tear from the sky.
The sun has now arisen,
the night closed its watchful eye.
So, don't let me be afraid.
Don't let me be afraid.

I would chase this ancient tide,
into the perilous wastes.
And I would watch the sundial, 
and in its shadows wait.
So don't let me be afraid.

I would hear misfortune's cry;
Pay to its warning no heed.
As I would watch the sundial,
My darkest thoughts are freed.

The silver star of morning,
blinks down a tear from the sky.
The sun has now arisen,
the night closed its watchful eye.
So, don't let me be afraid.
Don't let me be afraid.

The silver star of morning,
blinks down a tear from the sky.
The sun has now arisen,
the night closed its watchful eye.

The silver star of morning...
So don't let me be afraid.

The Pear Tree (12" Sweet Remix)

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
Remix by R. Smith and M. Saunders

She hung her gown from the pear tree,
and watched it swing.
Above the daisies ox-eyes, 
like the flapping of wings.
Through the blue marbled sky, from her chest...
And the trickling of sweat.

The midday sun slants down around her through the leaves,
like a loosening embrace.
The colors fade, and the branches creak...

The hanging gown in the pear tree 
flutters its limbs.
Turns with her breath to autumn;
The burning sky's a-beckoning.
With the song of the lark she could sing to the summer...
But it left.

The evening sun falls down around her through the leaves, 
like a loosening embrace.
The summer wanes, and the branches creak.

The hanging gown in the pear tree above her swings.
Like Earth's abandoned angel, 
loosely flapping its wings.
With the regular rise and fall of her chest.

The Fruit Room

Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT

The jasmine grows, in through the walls;
into the fruit room its perfume blows.
The lucid sun, before the storm,
Around the cot where she listened to the hush of the corn.

The mellow rhyme of slow rain falls,
Before the summer storm.
Swirl around the fruit room and muffle
the pip-scattered floor...
And the breeze from the west utters.

The jasmine grows,
Slowly uncoils into the summer storm.
Baskets and blades hang from the walls.
Around the fruit room, a shipwreck
in an ocean of corn.

The jasmine grows, in through the walls;
into the fruit room its perfume blows.
The lucid sun, before the storm,
Around the cot where she listened to the hush of the corn.

And the breeze from the west utters...