Red Valentino
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
In my stone solemn head, I chase the paradise.
Beyond the streets,
where my eyes cannot reach...
I follow you.
Past the neon sign,
Red Valentino, in sick heart paradise.
Red Valentino, how I could reel to your music.
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head, I chase the paradise.
You bend and sway,
Through mirror-hall wheel-arches,
Down the chrome parades.
You know the truth of the errant night.
Red Valentino, in sick heart paradise.
Red Valentino, how I could reel to your music.
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head, I chase the paradise.
The velvet dark,
soft beating of your heart.
I follow you,
through the shameless night.
Red Valentino, in sick heart paradise.
Red Valentino, how I could reel to your music.
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head, I chase the paradise.
I see the trains, and wonder where they go...
And from where they came.
I see them come,
and I see them go --
But the light still flashes,
Red Valentino.
I see you in your shark suit,
and your high-collar high.
Switchblade paradise...
And all I feel are the veils of rain on my face...
Switchblade paradise.
And the veils of rain on my face...
I follow you,
past the neon sign
Red Valentino, in sick heart paradise.
Red Valentino, how I could reel to your music.
Red Valentino.
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...
Men of Absolute
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
Oh, men of absolute no more.
The angel's taken back your golden wings.
Oh, men of absolute no more.
The flag will shroud the past for you.
Oh, men of absolute no more.
Oh, men of absolute no more.
(The time has come to break and fly...)
Oh, men the drum it beats no more.
And down the wild track,
your sweetheart sings.
Oh, men the drum it beats no more.
Your children lie in wait for you.
Oh, men the drum it beats no more.
Oh, men the drum it beats...
Oh, men the drum it beats no more.
Oh, men of absolute...
Blind Opera
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
My dead lords...
My dead lords.
Your strange ringed fingers turn,
Turned to knots of scented wood.
From your arms that held our secrets fell
the fruit,
My dead lords.
You held the past.
And I confess the uneasiness in my love for you
My lords.
My anger gives me strength, my lords.
You loved and listened to the lovers,
But we have stopped listening to you.
We have stopped listening to you, my lords.
We've paralysed the pain.
And the wind in your bare ribs uttered still
the tunes of lovers,
in the geese vee'd sky.
My dead lords...
I confess an uneasiness in my love for you.
Confusion in my passion.
Were you the song of September that
charmed the fieldfares?
When your rotten skin grew hard,
It fed your minion crows;
my black shining brothers.
My dead lords.
Oh, my dead lords,
I confess.
I confess...
My anger gives me strength, my lords.
I kissed your hard, crusted, rotten skin...
My uneasiness it grows, but you my Morton lords
live on in my anger...
Like the sun.
The Dust Sailor
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
I am the dust sailor,
drifting deep on the southern breeze.
I smell the cold Welsh sinking sea,
Float down through the mirage heat
of the south with me.
I comb my way down beaches, to the jetsom dry towns.
In the grease dens,
through the reefer haze you call
With the smoke that pirouettes
down the harbour streets,
to the dust track dawn.
I am the dust sailor,
Drifting down through the south, to you.
I wander through the shuttered rooms,
down every ravine street of the south for you.
I sail the singing silence of the desert simoons.
I cannot hold you in my mermaid painted arms;
You are the smell of oranges
And distant bells,
In the dust track morn.
I am the dust sailor,
Lying deep in the mirage view,
I sleep with you
I wake with you
Down 'neath the golden skull of the southern moon.
I see a day that stretches like a secret...
Unknown.
From the bull's blood
On the hot afternoon sand,
To the cockerels crowing us from high blue dreams...
to the dust track dawn.
The Woodcutter
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
He tried to say...
that she meant nothing at all.
Walk down the rivers and under the bridges,
the bells mocked...foolishly.
Foolishly.
Walk down the rivers and under the bridges,
the bells mocked...foolishly.
Foolishly.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories,
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed.
The woodcutter he stares,
towards the eastern cove.
She rides the waves that whisper up to the shores.
Her crescent figure through green waters glimmered.
The dream-glossed estuary, estuary...
Estuary.
Her crescent figure through green waters glimmered.
The dream-glossed estuary, estuary...
Estuary.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories,
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed.
The woodcutter he stares,
towards the eastern cove.
With eyes to stroke the torrid,
wave-beaten shores.
From the horizon of nowhere she glided,
Her oak breast cut the sea.
From the horizon of nowhere she glided,
Her oak breast cut the sea.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories,
The woodcutter he stares...
Like dry leaves through scarce memories,
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed.
The woodcutter he stares,
towards the eastern cove.
Mermen of the Lea
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
An owl hoots,
The moon searches from the sky,
pierced with its sister stars.
And the mermen of the lea sing their silken song to me.
Curling down the dark wind in green lane.
Calling me back,
to the blissed, black lonely field seas...
Oh, let me swim with you this night alone.
The mermen of the lea,
Oh, sing your silken song to me.
Far from the lantern swaying
summer dusk, your seaweed breath screams
brine out of the bay.
Your reaching arms and eyes caress,
and leave the sleeping
like horses leap the narrow thistled fields.
Oh, mermen of the lea
Sing your silken song to me...
As your far off seas careen the ships.
Oh, mermen of the lea
Curling the black winds through the trees.
Jacob Fleet
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
My name is Jacob Fleet.
I feel the solid world revolve beneath my feet.
I stride over plains,
Through the copse
and through the glade...
I pace through the day.
And a voice tells me,
"Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade."
I scale the steeple streets.
All empty but for song,
Wood-smoke, and sabbath meat.
I pace down the lanes;
If I stop, my shadow fades...
I walk and I pray.
And the wind tells me,
"Oh, come back home again."
And the hedges began to hum...
And the hedges began to hum,
"Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade."
My name is Jacob Fleet.
I walk the golden mist of alabaster street.
My scant figure strays
Through the lost white lilac lanes,
where heaven's angels prey...
But I will not stop or stay,
I rage into the day.
And the wind tells me,
"Oh, come back home again."
And the hedges began to hum...
And the hedges began to hum,
"Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade."
I saw a girl standing by a pail;
I heard the tell-tale wind
In the windmill sails.
