Sad Lovers & Giants - Feeding The Flame

Imagination

Inside my own inner space
There's not a soul in the whole place to see or ask me why
And with my senses in shreds
There I go to pick up the loose threads
Away from your hungry eyes

And in that infinite place
You'll see a smile on my blank face
Becuase you can't get there
It's not just being alone
It's more like a view that I've half known
From hills but I don't know where

Imagination
Living mental isolation
Imagination
Imagination
Far from your contamination
Drifting in my inner space
Imagination

And when I look outside
There's a world with nowhere to hide from the cold reality
I've chased innumerable friends
Filled my life with innumerable trends
But it didn't make me see

Imagination
Living mental isolation
Imagination
Imagination
Far from your contamination
Drifting in my inner space
Imagination

But in the depth of a dream
Where the grass is always so green
And the sky is always blue
I escaping silently
I'm rejecting violently
This world for something new

Imagination
Living mental isolation
Imagination
Imagination
Far from your contamination
Drifting in my inner space
Imagination

	

Cow Boys

Cowboys don't love indians
Maybe they fight too well
They seem tough
But it's just a bluff
Somethings aren't hard to tell

And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
You could be wrong

We've talked now it's time to shout
Lets focus sides again
All views can't be reconciled
This compromise feels tame

And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
You could be wrong

Sometimes when the gates are closed
And lights go out inside
I wonder as the distance grows
At all the shades of right

And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
You could be wrong

	

3 Lines

Each crisis forms one fold in time
Each fear distorts the subtle line
Of velvet thoughts we can't define
Our paths that crossed now drift apart

Only your name remains the same
Only your name

Moving closer we drift apart

Moving closer changing slowly we drift apart

Each crisis forms one fold in time
Each fear distorts the subtle lines
Of velvet thoughts we can't define
Our paths that crossed now drift apart

	

Big Tracks Little Tracks

You whisper secrets for all to hear
Confusing open hearts and minds
With acid rumours printed clear
For those who listen with their eyes

Standing beside you i'd see your face
But every word you say escapes into air

Proclaiming widely the views you hold
While others through distance lapse untold
Your dull reflections printed bright
Beyond correction you still write

	

On Another Day

She traces neat escapes
In night skylines
Bowing out with style
Daylight seeps into her darkness
She'll watch a new moon smile
Then crawl away

On another day
You would swear my judgement was wrong
Tracing neat escapes
Now the soft attraction has gone

She'll swear some weak excuse
To gain more time
Changing sides like friends
To satisfy her quicksand ego
When life falls short again
She'll crawl away

Inside her father's house
She's free to stay
Challenge if you dare
Her mirror test of self deception
Replacements crowd the stairs
Rehearsed in praise

	

Sleep (Is For Everyone)

Out of time again
Out of touch out of contact
With those around you
Out of time again
Painting the small print red to catch in your eye
Writing a warning to all those who fail this time
He watches us passing he opens the door
And counting he'll notice there should be one more

Make no mistake there's a welcome waiting for you now
Yes i'm late dear mr. Aitch
And it's so absurd i laugh out loud
Laugh out loud
Sleep is for everyone

Hearing a distant bell repeatedly ring
It calls for attention to your daily life routine
I'm asking no favours just five minutes more
Ringing the bell replies your plea has been ignored

A deadly scrape with Mr. Aitch

	

Vendetta

Turn with still haunted face
To the ghost in the water
Sentence dealt without trace
Silent rest in the water
Fears revolve round one theme
Smothered thoughts enter every dream
As cold hands stretch through the night
Their secret rests far from sight

I look up for the sky
Through the crowd on the pavement
Briefly draw passers by
Choose a cloud from the pavement
And though deceptively clean
No relief marks the final scene
As countless feet tread from sight
A stencilled shape chalked in white

	

Man of Straw

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
A massacre won't change his outlook

Oh man of straw

Sheltered in his cut out life style
If time were small he'd be a sundial
Hope wrung dry with values static
'save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics'
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone

Kicked again he counts his blessings
But with no brain he's always guessing
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
But with no brain he's always guessing

	

Close to the Sea

Strange Orchard

'the time has come', he said
With talk of cabbages and kings
He died in bed
And though he seemed unsure
The walrus in him knew the place
And asked no more
Tall sister shakes her head
No need to hear the voice
In tones of measured lead
And waiting by the door
The next in line will close his eyes
He won't wait

As the reel of age unwinds
Upon the floor the perfect frames
Are hard to find
Editing the sense from senseless
All forces too intense
Are fossilized in white
Seen through a looking-glass
Some madmen know the truth
While fools won't dare to ask
'the time has come', he said
With talk of cabbages and kings
He died in bed and asked no more

While sunk in memories
He kept no promises to mend his broken ways
No last ditch piety
To send him honestly into some empty space
My hand against the sky
With fingers spread, another tree
Though half as wise
Seen through a looking-glass
Some madmen know the truth
While fools won't dare to ask what times will come
	

Burning Beaches

Your Skin and Mine

Will your skin and mine flake away like rust
If we in pure sin as natural lovers touch
Your skin and mine sister in crime

Your love and mine like a flower in a vase of alkaline
My control deserts me in this paradise
Your love and mine, no courtroom no crime
Your skin and mine, sister through time

	

In Flux

Big talk and gunsmoke
Death plays the white man
Strutting on film again
Suffer the weak hearts
Faecal emotions

Feeding the flame for a change
In flux again
Feeding the flame for a change
Caught in flux again

Stand up, sit down
Don't think till i say
Mumbling dissenters won't get paid
Pushed out to the sidelines
A passenger

You'd think it's a crime
This chip on my shoulder
You'd think it's a crime

Over my head now
Big talk and gunsmoke
Walk holding hands laughing strangely
Caught in their workhouse
Caught in their bad jokes