Nailed
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by Justin Jones and Simon Huw Jones
Check suit in the breeze
of the loosening tide.
Crossing bridge McGovern,
where the greasy river slides.
Can feel the release
as I'm moving inside.
Mirror valley shiver,
walking through the flickered lights.
Clear, bright alone.
Not looking backwards in my house of fear.
Clear, bright alone.
Not looking backwards in my house of fear.
Can float in the stream
of the luminous night.
Where the seas of laughter,
flash beneath the city sky.
Metropolis deep
Sad and wonderous sigh.
I'll love you forever,
walking through the flickered lights.
Clear, bright alone.
Not looking backwards in my house of fear.
Clear, bright alone.
Not looking backwards in my house of fear.
Rose-Marie's Leaving
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
When I was born, naked and free,
Mama's mind went
Out of her reach.
When I was born, just you and me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
And in the storms of destiny
When the lights went,
you'd come to me.
Then with the dawn,
when i could see
Rose-Marie, never believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, never believe you'll leave me.
Something's wrong
It's plain to see.
The way your eyes rest
nervous on me.
Everyone wants real love,
Everyone wants real hatred,
But nobody wants to put their hand in the fire.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
I was born
With a crucifixion complex,
High in the field,
Under the sky...
But what I see
Is what I believe,
And Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie, I don't believe you'll leave me.
The Cyclone
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by Justin Jones and Simon Huw Jones
Through the back door,
The cyclone sailed her heart.
Through the house she flows,
and lifts his bride from the ground.
And through the trees
he clung to them both,
and their twisted sheets.
"Don't know why she came here
but she won't take her away."
And by the vineyard wall,
he caught her flaxen hair.
And the cyclone paused
and stayed where he held her high.
Her eyes stroked the plain
Far, far away.
Far, far away.
Through a black point,
the cyclone sailed her heart.
Where the bora blows,
a wind that cries through the town -- across the sea.
She says she won't go
in these foreign streets.
And the road that came here
is the road that takes you away.
By the station wall,
she left them standing there.
Her eyes stroked the plain
Far, far away.
Far, far away.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la...
Get Critical
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.
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.
No matter how far I walk, I can never reach them.
Perhaps I'm hypnotized by the rhythm of walking;
I don't know, and I don't really care.
All I want is clarity,
a degree at least of clarity.
And gradually in the bright, yellowing light,
there is detail.
I have to hold myself back because I am afraid of losing it.
I cannot reach this by striking out
wildly in the dark.
Slowly I'm aware of something in my hand;
It is another hand.
And there are buildings
High-rise, tall, slender, monumental in the yellow light.
I see the word 'Firestone', and great
movie star faces,
Garage, barber shop, kiosk, multi-family dwellings,
Drugstore, sheet glass, casino, Hotel Bethlehem...
And a wisp of my new love's thick brown hair
brushes against my cheek
As the passing mouths of streets and arcades
gulp in the new world rising.
The new world rising.
This is the New World Rising.
The Obvious
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by Justin Jones and Steven Burrows
A figure of Pawschien walking ahead of me in the heat-haze.
Jacket over his shoulder, in the Sunday dockside quiet.
Cavernous empty warehouses
blowing metal thunder and contorting under the sun.
And the bay beaten like a feline coat of steel.
He stumbles in the sand on Slater's beach,
and turns smiling.
He's a plain guy, black hair down like a thatch,
white teeth glistening, black eyes smiling.
Born in the old town, grew up in the streets.
Know nothing of his past, but I have a vision of him
younger, with a desperate face,
blade jumping in his hand like a snakeknife.
Don't know where that comes from...
I follow him.
His hometown was built wooden and tall, and as the
dusk fell, the streets became paths in a forest;
Lightbulbs swinging in the fluted air of Aviary Hill.
Great cages alive with honey-colored birds and song
like a warbled sadness of a lullaby.
Walking on a thousand years of eggshells.
I take a draught of cold beer from a clouded glass and look
around the room:
Pawschien talking with brothers...
The men have self-made tatooed grids on their forearms
in which there are sanskrit letters.
They tell me all that they know is the obvious,
and that if I stay with them, then maybe I'll
learn it, too.
Suede-head girls with grey eyes and clear skin;
One has a crescent scar on her cheekbone, and she
looks at me with an air of smiling anticipation,
as though she's expecting me to recognise her at any second.
Something turns inside me like a tickling thirst...
Others are watching me, too, same expression,
Then look away, laughing, shaking heads...
It's okay. You'll remember.
Back in the dark streets the scent of the human night seems
to hold me.
Steps muted by onion skins.
Old women sleep curled in the roots of houses,
coiled around bales and bundles of fresh herbs
and babies.
Walking in the wooden tunnels out of town, all I can
think is, "Remember your way back here."
As in the darkness, all has vanished.
"Remember your way back here.
Remember.
Remember your way back here." It's all I can think.
Jewel Park
Lyrics by Simon Jones
Music by AATT
Jewel Park, in the fall.
Winter's on its way, and it's cold.
He sqints out of his slumber, and he sees
Bright leaves fall through the trees.
Broken fragment of a mirror
shines brightly.
Jewel Park, in the fall.
Needs a holiday from the cold.
She pulls a little precious on a lead.
Hard to walk
In high heels.
A gentle current like a shiver
blows lightly.
Jewel Park, in the fall.
It's a hideaway from the law.
He looks a little off-color as he leans,
making sure he can't be seen.
The opal serpent of a river
shines brightly.
Jewel Park, in the fall.
The sun is on the lake, glowing gold.
He looks a little older than he feels,
almost time for aperitif.
The broken fragment of a mirror
shines brightly.
