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1. |
The Birds Have Flown
06:21
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THE BIRDS HAVE FLOWN
Covering the same ground,
Trained to give it up
Life within this playground,
Long to give it up.
Scream!
Make it known.
Got to find out to where the birds have flown.
I seem to recall
Saying it all before.
Slapped face, walk out the door.
Never coming back no more, no more,
No more.
Couldn’t pay our way in,
Couldn’t pay it out.
Opened wide our mouths,
But we couldn’t seem to shout.
I will drift in my way,
You will drift in yours.
Essential as each other,
Captive on these shores.
Love, it’s as much as I dare,
I breathe you as my air.
That’s never a worry to me.
Love, for life itself I care,
Disappear without you there.
That’s always the worry,
Always the worry to me.
The power to surprise,
The power to predict.
Held without a trial
In the hope that something sticks.
Fingers in my privacy,
Fingers round my throat
I walk out on the water
And I hope to God I float.
I seem to recall
Saying it all before.
Slapped face, walk out the door.
Never coming back no more, no more,
No more.
Never say ‘committed’
Never say ‘depend.’
Running out of enemies,
Never make amends.
When it’s stupid to agree and
Stupid to dispute,
Not to be aware of it
Until they start to shoot.
Scream!
Before God alone.
Got to find out to where the birds have flown.
Love, it’s as much as I dare,
I breathe you as my air.
That’s never a worry to me.
Love, I said it’s for life itself I care,
Disappear without you there.
That’s always,
Always the worry to me.
A difference in standards,
The lowest they have been.
The depths to which we’re sinking
Will make the past seem clean.
If I’m not to be the only one,
I want to be the first.
Someone has to lead us,
For better or for worse.
Scream!
Telephone.
Got to find out to where the birds have flown.
There is terror up in England’s sky,
Terror in my eye.
There is terror up in England’s sky,
Terror in my eye.
There is terror up in England’s sky,
Terror in my eye.
Zwei eyes.
Drei eyes
Dry eyes.
Dry.
Fly away Peter,
Fly away Paul
Running from America’s
Deep forever war.
© Paul Miro 2024
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2. |
Forsaken
05:07
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FORSAKEN
It’s easier to play dumb if you don’t know the answer.
It’s easier to feel numb if your heart is paralysed.
It’s easier not to run when you feel safe as houses.
Yeah, all our sins become one if we just close our eyes.
Suffering in silence ain’t the answer
So don’t ask us to do it again.
Suffering in silence ain’t the answer
So we won’t do it again.
Long-ingrained propaganda
Produces way more anger than honesty.
It’s all premeditated
Mentally suffocated,
All our dreams have been forsaken.
Chorus:
We’re wading through shallow waters
Trying to be part of a different story.
Sensible is dead and gone,
We’re all completely somewhere else now.
Fading, dark shadows forming.
We’ll never be part of a different story.
Trying to find our friends
While getting close to the en, the en, the en.
Getting close to the en, the en, the en,
The enemy.
It’s easier to wear chains if you don’t know your master
It’s easier to hide stains when your words are sanitised.
It’s easier to complain when you’re taking chances
It’s easier to hide shame
If we all just close our eyes.
Suffering in silence ain’t the answer
So don’t expect us to do it again.
Suffering in silence ain’t the answer
No, we won’t do it again.
Drawn out procrastination
Produces more frustration than honesty
It’s all premeditated
Mentally suffocated,
Yeah, all our dreams have been forsaken.
Chorus 2:
Wading through shallow waters
Trying to be part of a different story.
Sensible is dead and gone,
We’re all completely somewhere else now.
Fading, dark shadows forming.
We’ll never be part of a different story.
Trying to find our friends
While getting close to the en, the en, the en.
Getting close to the en, the en, the en,
We’re getting close to the en, the en, the en.
Getting close to the en, the en, the en,
The enemy.
© Paul Miro 2024
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3. |
No Sense
03:51
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No erudition, no extradition
No petty bourgeoisie
Nobody smitten.
No gypsy in me.
No real-life emigré.
No wild Bonita
No ‘no’, no ‘yay, yay, yay, yay.’
Chorus:
No time, no inclination,
No people like you.
No hope, but, worst of all
No sense, no sense, no sense, no sense.
No magic lantern,
No hero or heroine,
No miracle medicine man.
No door, nobody in.
No glass menagerie
No class recovery
No white man’s weakness
No ‘no’, no ‘yay, yay, yay, yay.’
Chorus
© Paul Miro 2024
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It was a sad, dull day in Turkey
When Taner Yetisal died.
All his wives and relatives
Collectively cried
Out for money,
Out for what you can get
From a dead man.
As the weasel-faced executor
Sad duties performed
He coughed a fine judicial cough
To the sixty who mourned
For Hilran’s acres
For grounds, for orchards
And property.
It all was too much
For the man with the knife
And for everyone.
There wasn’t too much
Left for the man with the knife
Or for anyone.
Chorus:
Gunfight at the reading of the will
Gunfight at the reading of the will
I only went along
Out of plain curiosity.
Gunfight at the reading of the will.
The silence shocked the lawyer’s room
When no one got the cash
Someone stabbed a relative
And the silence was smashed
Into rival factions,
Benefactors and otherwise.
The fight spilled into the market square
And the stall-holders fled.
Suddenly a shot rang out
And the man with the knife fell dead.
Then came mayhem and slaughter
More running for cover or battling
There wasn’t too much
Left for the man with the knife
Or for anyone
There wasn’t too much
Left of the man with the knife
Or of anyone.
I searched my suit pocket for my phone
Surrounded on all sides but all alone
Chorus x 2
Still there after hours and hours,
Emotions were wild
The bullets ripped, indifferent
Man, woman or child.
Waiting for the cavalry
In the guise of the state police.
Chorus.
Gunfight at the reading of the will
Gunfight at the reading of the will
Shouldn’t have gone along
To see what was left to see…
© Paul Miro 2024
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5. |
Bright Ideas
06:18
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Jump in, the water’s fine
Second thoughts only come when
Later you realize
Getting out’s not so easy.
Inside, we’re warm and dry
Whereupon I for one looked
Outside, far and wide.
Right idea, but the wrong way round.
All is gone, like big ideas we bought and sold, yeah
Everyone can play the fool out in the cold
But not for long
Unless you revel in the role
After all’s been said and done.
Chorus:
I will be waiting,
Be bristling with
Bright ideas, but the wrong way round.
Bright ideas, but the wrong way round.
Tailspin through thick and thin
Every once in a while
When all’s well, yeah, I can tell
There’ll be no reconciling.
Seems like we spend the best part of our lives
Saying goodbye.
Caught in the autumn colours of a fading world,
We wear our collars raised against the breeze.
Can’t seem to share the would be for the trees
Though we tread so carefully
Chorus.
You got the right idea
You got it the wrong way round.
Yeah, you got the right idea
But you got it the wrong way.
(repeat)
© Paul Miro 2024
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6. |
Fossil Fools
03:23
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Our days are now numbered
And still the message is, ‘Wait.’
The shameless are hungry
Devouring all in their wake
It’s money or nothing
With all our futures at stake
It’s like we’re living all right now
While it’s already too late.
I’m sorry?
They’re open for business
And they’re coming for you.
You’ll find them tied at the hip
To the worst offenders
Feeding at the trough
On an eternal bender.
Then they turn it all around
And say the problem is you.
And they’re coming for you
Yeah, they’re coming for you.
And they’re coming for you.
Collapse denial,
Extinction denial,
Genocide denial
Will always get ‘em through.
Out on a limb
Don’t know where to begin
Our chances are slim
When they won’t listen to the warning.
What’s the matter with you? (repeat)
(Oh, what’s the matter with you,
Oh, the fossil fools)
And they’re coming for you
(Oh, they’re coming for you,
Oh, the fossil fools)
Yes, they’re coming for you
And they’re coming for you.
© Paul Miro 2024
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7. |
Sleeping Giant
06:34
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I have one simple aim:
Don’t play the dark notes
Till they’re all that’s left to play.
Call it by a different name,
Don’t mean a thing has changed,
That’s all I have to say.
I fear whatever deity
Has long since washed its hands of me
As I crawl through the embers.
Filled the space that held our empathy
With morbid curiosity
As we crawl through the embers.
Chorus:
What a time to be alive
Where only darkness can survive
And the devil doesn’t talk for us.
It seems you woke a sleeping giant,
Always defiant
And we won’t let the devil talk for us.
They depoliticise
And then dehumanise;
Then, using false equivalancies,
Try to neutralise.
Then whip up some hysteria
As pain is weaponised,
Then use the state machinery
On those who sympathise.
I see deception and cunning,
The innocent running
To find a hiding place
With all their sisters and brothers.
But this is the beginning of the end,
The world is not your friend
And this tie you will never recover.
(Chorus)
When they show you who they are, believe them.
They don’t deserve a moment of your charity.
When they show you who they are, believe them.
Yeah, don’t spare them a second of your sympathy.
What a time to be alive
Where only darkness can survive
And the devil doesn’t talk for us.
A sleeping giant starts to stir,
Rising up to make a world
Where the devil doesn’t talk for us.
(Chorus)
All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie,
But the devil doesn’t talk for us.
All you do is lie, lie, lie,
But the devil doesn’t talk for us.
All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie,
But the devil doesn’t talk for us.
All you do is lie, lie, lie,
But the devil doesn’t talk for us.
Won’t let the devil talk for us.
Won’t let the devil talk for us,
No, no.
© Paul Miro 2024
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8. |
Simple
03:48
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God knows, is destiny carved in stone
Or can we make our own?
Heavy thought but a great diversion.
Jackdaws, we’re groomed to thing everything shines,
The blind lead the blind
Now reduced to such wild assertions.
Yeah I’ve been waiting
To impede
And mislead with all speed
Indeed.
My irretrievably compromised
Grey matter decides,
Come the crunch, better keep your head down.
We’re only faking a kind of loss
While we’re kind of lost
Right across, vacuous.
Chorus:
It’s so simple, can’t you see
With a simple you and simple me
We can cater to all your simple needs?
If I’ve learned one thing
It’s that the best stories are always found in clouds,
Not silver linings.
On a metaphorical plot of riverside land
We fought hand to hand.
Stood our ground but the grass got trampled down.
Days gone, I would have identified, now I empathise
But it’s hardly myself that I’ve found.
Yeah I’m still waiting
To impede
And mislead with all speed
Indeed.
Chorus x 2
If I’ve learned one thing
It’s that the best stories are always found in clouds,
Not silver linings.
© Paul Miro 2024
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9. |
Fortune
04:09
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Her mind is a mockery
Still clothed in convention,
While dulled by convention -
There has to be an easier way.
She still gets some funny looks
By stating that the pigs are happier in muck.
Making so few promises
That it can never fail
Unless there’s a trail,
Then the point is you’ll get lost on the way.
You may think you’re free to dream
But it’s always all the fattest cats
Who lap up all the cream.
We’re keeping love alive
For the sake of keeping love alive.
Wish help was on its way.
Fortune
Money to earn
Money will burn you inside.
Fortune
Makes me this way
Gives me no time to decide.
Fortune
See for yourself
Who’s the happiest man in the world
Fortune.
It’s a generous man
Who’s the happiest man in the world.
More concerned with getaways
Than waiting to arrive
Get them set up for their lives,
Yet there’s got to be an easier way.
He’s still spinning gold from straw;
Through the wreckage, they’re together,
One the stitches, one the sore.
Inflate the distraction ‘til we’re bankrupt of ideals
So, should all be revealed, then
There won’t me many left to complain.
While we’re working to expose,
To a juggernaut of judgment,
We are rabbits in the road.
We’re keeping love alive
For the sake of keeping love alive
Wish help was on its way.
Fortune
Living for now
With hell all around on all sides.
Fortune
Makes good the crime
Gives me no time to decide.
Fortune
Show me a lie
Money can’t hide from the world.
Fortune
Be a generous man
Be the happiest man in the world.
We’re keeping love alive, etc.
Fortune
Money to earn
Money will burn you inside.
Fortune
Makes us this way
Takes us along for the ride.
Fortune
See for yourself
Who’s the happiest man in the world
It’s a generous man
He’s the happiest man in the world.
© Paul Miro 2024
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10. |
The Real Deal
06:25
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Be in the right side of history
Or you will be reviled by history.
Well, the fight is real
And what’s right is real
And the plans are real
And the lies are real,
The children who die are real.
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
Yeah, this is the real deal
Yeah, the crimes are real
And the choice is real:
Be on the right side of history
Or you will be reviled by history.
The blood on your hands is real.
The massacre you planned is real
Just like the horror’s real.
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
Yeah, this is the real deal.
This is the real deal.
I’ll see what I can do
Because the horror’s real.
Let’s see what we can do
Because the horror’s real.
I’d love the people to rise
Because the horror’s real.
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
Yeah this is the real deal.
This is the real deal.
Yeah, the lies are real
And the choice is real.
The stolen lands are all real.
The blood on your hands is real.
The millions on the streets are real.
Your imminent defeat is real
Just like the horror’s real
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
And the horror’s real
And the horror’s real.
Yeah this is the real deal.
This is the real deal.
In this age where everyone invents his own truth
There is no community,
Only factions.
Without community, there’s no consensus to resist –
To resist the greedy, the envious,
The power-mad narcissists who we give control.
Control of the message, of thought,
Of the whole of civilisation.
But in our hearts there’s an inescapable awareness
That something is wrong with this slice of history.
This is why they must not be allowed to achieve their ends.
The world isn’t theirs.
They can only claim it with the use of intimidation, violence, lies.
If we let them win, there will be no more moments of glory,
No more moments of hope.
We follow the news as much as we can tolerate it.
We see the signs, the gathering clouds,
The horror that could come.
But we have not lost our hope.
Our hope is undiminished
Because we know what matters in life
And what doesn’t.
© Paul Miro 2024
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11. |
Whole
03:16
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Sometimes I sink beneath the surface
Sometimes, I think of tomorrow and it seems such a long time.
Sometimes I think of life as just a rehearsal
Sometimes it somehow shuts me down.
Heartache and tragedy
Is that all you can say?
Heartache and tragedy
I think that’s all you can say.
I write, attempting express the way I’m feeling
I write, I try to concentrate on something I believe in
I write, it’s just an exercise in proving there’s no meaning
I write
It somehow drags me down.
If only there were days when our dreams could come true
The nightmares keep coming while the dreams never do.
Outcome was never in doubt.
The flag dumb will always knock you down.
I wish I could find myself a new me
‘cause I’m hardly the same.
I wish all the lies couldn’t pass
If they’re told with a straight face
I wish I could wake up to find it’s all a game
I wish…
It somehow knocked me down.
I feel whole
I feel whole
I feel whole
I dream of freedom in a bright shiny world
I feel whole.
© Paul Miro 2024
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12. |
Swansong
03:15
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Bold expectations die hard
Still thinking deeply
Though not quite so neatly
We muddle along.
Numb and defeated,
We look at our reflections in the window
Now we’re trying to face all our fears
Where, in the absence of truth,
We nurture our illusions
And wonder what’s going on out there.
I remember when we saw a bright future in our precious schemes
And we danced with all the ghosts inside our shifted dreams
And, not wanting to be overbearing about it,
We needed to love and we needed to shout it:
Oh yeah, better must come.
And we didn’t think about it,
We just stood our ground
Hoping that some common sense might get around.
And it pulled us along to the end of our tether,
Doom-flavoured everything, even the weather.
Oh yeah, better must come.
Somewhere else
Everyone everywhere wants to be somewhere else
Safe and sound
The world seems so big when you’ve broken down
We knew it could only last so long
We knew from the start it could go wrong
It tore us apart to stay so strong,
So strong.
Same heat, same anger, same views.
Our past is repeated
While looking at reflections in the window.
© Paul Miro 2024
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Paul Miro UK
Paul Miro is an artist who records and performs both as a solo artist and in bands. In addition to his extensive catalogue of solo albums, he writes regularly for film and TV and does mix and production work for other artists.
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