Lyrics

Dia de La Gente

Did you hear the shouting in the street tonight? Awoke a beast with fire in its eyes.

Do you turn and run from the sight or do you stand up and learn how to fight?

Well I’ve seen you walking around; I’ve seen you talking to yourself.

How would they know what you mutter under your breath and would they change a thing at all?

You don’t feel comfortable in the Emperors new clothes when you’ve forgotten everything they ever said that made any sense to you.

I get a shiver down my spine.

When there’s thousands of people all shouting.

And I wanna run around naked.

Free of everything that says who I am, and what I can believe in oh this control is wearing thin and tonight we could take back what is ours.

Oh and these days well they’re getting so damn cold, and I’ve seen the writings on the walls I know which way I want it to go. When the space between the buildings and the cash machines is getting so low and the apathy in your eyes is bleeding into people you know.

I get a shiver down my spine, when there’s thousands of people all shouting ‘we will not be ignored no, no, no we wont stop till we’re heard’

Fat controller you can ran as fast as you like, but believe me you wont get very far tonight, predestination was doomed to failure from the start, people found their voice and undivided the divided.

Fold

Well I feel so close but I cannot touch it I cannot touch it now, just give me a chance for you I would do the most ridiculous dance, you have the power to make me ever so excited ever so excited at last, just let me in.

Well they say that a change must come from within, well I’ve searched and I dunno where it’s hiding, there’s only so long I can stall myself for.

To go on like this would be foolish, I’ve caught myself crossing off ‘necessities’ from my shopping list, maybe I should have listened more but I would never have remembered no I never remembered it, gotta work with what you’ve got.

Well they say that a change must come from within, well I’ve searched and I dunno where it’s hiding, there’s only so long I can stall myself for.

All on waiting for the phone to ring and tell me something new.

All on waiting for the sun to come out from behind those clouds.

Everyday feels like another wrapped up problem, I could sugarcoat it all and wash it all away.

But I see myself walking down the street with a smile, passing strangers and I know that I’m there equal.

All on waiting for the phone to ring and tell me something new.

All on waiting for the sun to come out from behind those clouds.

All on waiting for the phone to ring and tell me anything.

All on waiting for the purse strings to bulge at the seams.

Elsewhere

I keep spending all my money. I keep spending all my money.

I keep spending all my money, and I rarely think of tomorrow.

I keep making plans. I keep making plans, that I’m gunna leave this town, but I don’t get too far.

Am I too scared or do I like it here?

Maybe I should get my decisions and just throw them all away, roll some dice or read the tea leaves; find out what I’ll do today.

But we all know nothing, all know nothing, we all know nothing about when it’s set to change.

So have one for the road.

Am I too scared or do I like it here?

So I’ll keep following this road, to the horizon, and if need be I’ll climb aboard a ship to somewhere but my anchor will always lie elsewhere.

This morning, I woke up, and I realized I’d been storing all my dreams, and I thought I’d lost the key.

So I’ll keep following this road, to the horizon, and if need be I’ll climb aboard a ship for somewhere but my anchor will always lie close by

End Of Summer

I must remind myself to take time, pass along those hidden footprints of a generation before and take time.

I don’t wanna see that this place has changed, oh when I return not a rock is out of line.

When the day’s long and I push my worries aside, and we talk all night well I know, it’s the heart of summer.

Sometimes I envy you ‘cos you have the best view, I can see those white horses too but not as well as you.

When everything’s so vital and everyone’s ok it doesn’t matter what we do today, I could walk from here to Holywell, just to retrace some steps, just to retrace some thoughts.

When the rook cries, and I shield my eyes, when the leaf falls well I know it’s the end of summer.

I embrace the frozen air that comes from the North and washed everything in its path, you know sometimes when you feel so cold and you wrap up warm and you’re so lucky in life. I wonder what’s in store for who we leave behind, will they see what I’ve seen and did my father think the same as me before, well we’ve got a hundred ambitious thoughts lets share them, we’ve got a hundred stories to tell lets speak them all.

French Place

The sun’s so low, in the sky today, it makes it hard to cross roads and recognize people I don’t know. When the taste of last night lingers on my tongue with every exhalation oh the city could swallow me whole and no one would even know.

When I feel I’m stuck. Like I’m playing the same chords over and over again I just change and anticipate the repercussions.

Because every time I’ve fallen you’ve helped me over and over again.

And every time we’ve forgotten you would point out that the past aint who we are.

The moon plays so delicately on the streets tonight, dancing off the raindrops fallen and the ‘Closed’ door signs.

As we walk along the bloodline of this City’s passed, recounting memories we thought would never last.

You feel so low. You shouldn’t feel so low.

Because every time I’ve fallen you’ve helped me over and over again.

And every time we’ve forgotten you would point out that the past aint who we are.

You know those Sundays when you’ve nothing to do and nothings on and the curtains remain unopened I like to take a walk down south and clear my head out, scatter all the pieces figure out what they’re about.

(And I can see, if I’m sorry, if I’m angry)

These walls are here for you these paths dictate a journey that we all go through, each lamppost is love, each headlamp a loss, and the river still flows.

Punk Rock Changed My Life

In this room, there’s a hundred faces but I feel at one, with a nation that’s falling down around us we just get along with no pre-tense or –text or lines hidden in the dirt.

The last time I was happy I was here.

And these moors have been here, countless years more or less than the stones that stand amongst them they make me feel so young, so, so young like all the harm can be undone.

You see the time before the last time I was happy I was here.

And from the rooftops I see past the chimneys with blurry eyes, down, down to the streets below where I know, you’re living out your life, if I could be there oh if I could be anywhere, I’d be at your side.

You see the last time I was happy I was there.

When you close your eyes do you have a place that you go?

Nothing seems as obvious as this; pick up the pieces I missed and start again.

When all your hours seem wasted, staring into alternative spaces, don’t look back, no don’t ever look back.

And nothing seems as easy as this; pick up the pieces I missed and start again.

When you close your eyes, do you think of me?

Happy Places

And the weather is, so clear from up here, where the light shards shine, and frame the dust like frozen reveries.

And every time, I need your face, I summon up, the first time, you really took my breath away.

And what keeps me going strong, is the thought of what’s to come, past all these high seas, I’ll still be clutching my guitar.

A Sad Soul Can Kill Quicker Than A Germ

The snow comes down, the moon comes up and I’ve seen the way that you fuck things up.

In our cozy little lullaby lives, which we will have to leave behind.

And all that I’ve been yearning for, I hunger more and more.

And it makes me sad, makes me wish for things that I never had.

But it makes me so glad that I sing every word out loud.

And I got so used to relying on you it passed me by you want to lean on me too.

Cos your ear has been my best friend and your shoulder absorbs all my woes.

And everything you ever dreamed for us, I hope we’re fulfilling them more and more. And more.

And it makes me mad. Makes me wish for things I never had. But it makes me so glad that I’m surrounded by this, glad that I’m surrounded by this, so glad that I’m surrounded by these warm hearts and these kind souls.

We’ll walk the line together now.

Together we are stronger now.

Together we are taller now and all the lights of our hometown, seem so appealing now.

If strangers were we we’d never meet but through blood and history our roots run deep, and all the extra pain that appears when the rain comes we will ignore.

Smile Lines

Hiding behind what they say about you, you’re believing all the hearsay and they don’t even know you.

We build idols just to tear them down, what’s the use of a King without a crown?

The sky’s a thousand shades of blue but what’s that matter when you’re always looking down.

Cowering behind past victories and better days, well you’re believing all that hearsay, now you don’t even know you.

We build idols just to tear them down, what’s the use of a King without a crown, the sea’s a thousand shades of green but the primary one is all you have ever seen.

Thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands to hide those smile line.

Thousands and thousand and thousands to hide those smile lines.

And when we’re older so we can take note, when people talk to you, is the respect that you’re due, shown in their eyes or have you hidden your years, hidden your smile lines.

Thousands and thousands and thousands too hide those smile lines.

Thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands too hide those smile lines.

Photograph

I run my fingers over the faded edges the faded edges, the visage has almost blended into paper. Lucida where are you Sophia where are you, it’s been so long since that time.

And did I ever mention I was petrified of what would happen when nothing is left behind, history is loves protest to live on and I will live on.

The past is a glove that fits me far too well; my memories are malleable so my smile is immoveable.

I remember my first love but not like this her eyes were wider and bluer and kinda and I don’t recall that dark cloud behind us.

Beneath this moonlight; Snap! Lets take a picture of everything we wanna be and hope we don’t look back in five years time and see a photograph mocking us.

Oh, I want everyone to show themselves to someone new.

Always laughing at me, always laughing at you, like they knew.

Why cant we melt into this silhouette; obscurity.

It seems so easy why can’t it be easy just like then.

Always laughing at me it’s easy retrospectively, it’s like they knew.

What if I forgot what I was fighting for?

What if I forgot what I was striving for?

What if I forgot what I was living for?

What if I forgot to write your name on the back?

Pandas Fighting

Why are you banging that drum, atop the hillside there’s people watching.

Why are you carrying on, there’s people watching, there’s people watching.

It’s water under the bridge and we, we built that bridge and why am I singing this song, there’s people watching, there’s people listening.

And I fell into every trap, and you fell into every trap the only difference is the fox to the snare in that when lies become immobilized you don’t see them hiding there.

I wanted to tell you, I should have told you, I couldn’t tell you, too scared to tell you.

So we submerse ourselves in late nights and day jobs.

So here we go again, there’s people watching.

I’ll tell you something I like about you; you see the best in everything we do.

And I fell into every trap, and you fell into every trap the only difference is the fox to the snare in that when lies become immobilized you don’t see them hiding there.

I wanted to tell you, but when I told you I stood back and saw this for what it was ignoring the taste still bitter in your mouth.

So we submerse ourselves in late nights and day jobs.

And I don’t have far to fall but I fall hard. And I believe it’s love every time. What’s a beach with no reef and what’s a love with no grief.

So we submerse ourselves in late nights and day jobs.

As you climb those distant hills I wanna be that peak and meet you as the rain gently bothering your cheek.

So we submerse ourselves in late nights and day jobs.

Butter Stone

He looked up at her warm face, she smiled with that ever present and subtle grace, he said ‘Do you ever feel like time is stacking up against you, I don’t want to be one of those people who says “the day cant end too soon”

If I change, do you change with me?

Where the dead carried there’s in their arms to the poor, where the history’s been written and the future’s been scored where these generations walked along the silt-lined shores.

And what does it all mean, when these stones have seen more than me, secrets entrusted to the lowliest of things.

If I change, do you change with me?

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