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1. |
Nothing Left Here Part V
04:01
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NOTHING LEFT HERE PT V
You gave me my meaning
You made my life rhyme
My dreams were all colours
And you made them all shine
You were always the main feature
Through the smiles and the tears
Wouldn’t let them defeat ya
‘til there was nothing left here.
We sought only the good times
Grabbed them while they were there
Tried to steal every moment
Before they were gone everywhere.
I remember that winter
When we stood on the pier
And we kissed in the twilight
Like there was nothing else here.
Then a wave of believers
Helped the nightmare come true
And we knew the deceivers
Were always gonna blame anybody who knew.
I look at your picture
As I walk ’cross the sand
And imagine you’re with me
And I’m holding your hand
‘til it comes back to nothing
Nothing left in this land.
Sometimes I wish you were
Sometimes I’m glad you ain’t here.
All that was certain
Suddenly becoming unclear.
When you think of how far we have come
Just to find ourselves here
And I ain’t gonna lie
Still get tears in my eyes
I still call your number
Hear your voice in my ear
It reminds me of summer
And the times we spent here
But without you I’m nothing
Yeah, there’s nothing left here.
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Dereliction
02:24
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DERELICTION
Some of us are lost
And some of us are found.
Wandering through a geography of alien noise,
The next day’s tracks
Erasing the ones that came before.
Trying to find your place, your tribe,
Somewhere you fit in.
Evil should look evil
Then you don’t let it in.
That’s what they used to say.
Like evil is a presence,
Something you can see, sense, feel or touch.
But what if evil is just emptiness?
What if it’s nothing at all?
Something missing,
A sink-hole for the soul,
A yearning,
A damaged, nothing bastard child
Craving for attention?
Just a patch of vacant silence
In the middle of a storm.
Outside of any frame of reference or understanding,
Not bound by rule of law,
But free to make its own.
From nothing to nothing.
Making you suffer
Like your life is over
When everyone else’s carries on
Like you were never there.
We try to convince ourselves it means something.
But that’s just something we tell ourselves
To make sense of the sacrifice,
Calling it fate.
But fate is fluid
And destiny is in the hands of men.
Some things go bad
And they don’t get better
Any good along the way
Helps to keep us moving on.
Yeah, some things go bad
And they don’t get better
Any good along the way
Helps to keep us moving on.
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3. |
Freedom Machine
04:10
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FREEDOM MACHINE
Thank you for your swift reply,
We think you could be just the guy.
We’ll stick with you come rain or shine
Just sign here on the dotted line
And we think you’ll find it could become a way of life.
Now, television isn’t real,
You have to work to get the feel.
It ain’t beneath your dignity
To call it opportunity
And while you’re out there trying to save the earth
We’re gonna take ourselves a dollar’s worth.
Chorus:
Oh, welcome to the freedom machine
Everything is sold as seen
Nothing is quite what it seems
Welcome to the freedom machine
Welcome to the freedom machine.
Instead of building industry
Just go to university
To come out overqualified
And find the folks with skills have died.
It’s what we like to call the modern 18th century.
We own the banks, we own the schools.
You build your house, we loan the tools.
We own the air, we own your food
We even mould your attitude.
And the geeks who you kicked for your enjoyment
Are gonna be the ones who give you your employment.
Chorus.
8:
if it all gets too much,
just close your eyes and count to ten.
And come tomorrow
We can do it all over again.
Chorus.
We’re free to stimulate demand
We’re free to privatise the land
We’re free to tell you right from wrong
And stop your protests: move along.
We’re free to mess around with what you call democracy.
And take it right back to the 18th century.
We gamble and we speculate,
We spread the fear and foster hate
We blow your minds with shock and awe
And leave no corner unexplored.
While you’re distracted trying to work out what it means
You won’t be looking what goes on behind the scenes.
Chorus.
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4. |
Crazytown
04:28
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CRAZYTOWN
I lost confidence in the whole idea
Of civilising anybody in here.
This ain’t the time to reminisce,
You’d do better trying to find a way out of this.
Gotta get rid of all the psychic dirt
Crusted on your body like a world of hurt.
I have to convey my humblest regrets:
But we’re driving on fumes
Into our own sunset.
Chorus:
Crazytown’s booming
All we know is upside down.
What you gonna do when
Crazy’s all around?
Crazytown’s looming,
Baby, it’s a long way down
When everything’s the wrong way round.
I like you a while lot
‘Cause you’re so sweet
But the first part of a circle,
Gotta make the ends meet.
Living in a world that’s over-explained,
Spending all our time busy forging chains.
Crazytown is the only definition,
Facts upside down in a war of attrition.
When it comes down to what you’re gonna get,
There are bad times coming
And they ain’t done yet.
Chorus
Everything’s the wrong way round
It’s a long
It’s a long, long way, way down
It’s a long
It’s a long, long way, way down
Chorus.
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down.
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5. |
Money Tree
04:35
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MONEY TREE
Correct me if I’m wrong
But money didn’t used to mean a thing.
The tables turned and we swapped Jesus
for the dollar king
And pretty soon it all belonged to a precious few
Who soon explained that there was
Nothing we could do
Don’t judge me a criminal
Until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes
Ooh, then we’ll see who’s life you choose.
Seems the mistake was all mine.
Chorus:
No place for you and me
In the shade of the money tree
It’s too high for sanity
But still we choose to climb.
Sweet misery
Raining down from the money tree
And that’s the way it will always be
So please don’t waste your time.
On we go trying to keep to simple plans
But every trap is laid by invisible hands
And the best thing you can do is run and hide
In this patchwork of existence
Where your dreams all took a ride.
Don’t judge me a criminal
Until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes
Ooh, then we’ll see who’s life you choose.
Seems the mistake was all mine.
Chorus
Rain on down
Chorus.
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6. |
Life Support
02:27
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7. |
The Con Spirra Sea
04:30
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THE CON SPIRRA SEA
Come in, play a role in our story
You can be anyone you wish to be.
Join our ragtag brigade
In this place that we made
And we call it The Con Spirra Sea
Old William Tell in the corner,
His stories last midnight ‘til noon.
Did he tell you the one
Where he drank Jaeger bombs
With a man who once walked on the moon?
Chorus:
Gather ye round and we’ll spin you a yarn
We’re all wayfaring strangers with gallons of charm
Come on, sit yourself down
And we’ll drink like we’re friends.
And the glory is nobody knows how it ends.
There’s the tale of three wondrous towers
Hit by men in huge flying machines.
They all fell to the ground
And the pilots were drowned
When they bailed in the Con Spirra Sea.
Yes, an alien race surely landed,
Who knows whether to pillage or save?
They bred with baboons
Then they left pretty soon –
It’s all painted some place in a cave
Chorus
Yes, there once was a magical kingdom
With no suffering, hunger or need.
Then a flood came sky high
Now the treasures all lie
Buried under the Con Spirra Sea.
Chorus
All we ask is a little forbearance
And, unless you know better than me
As your hopes all recede,
You’ll be forced to concede
We’re all part of the Con Spirra Sea.
Yeah, unless you know better than me
When the waters return
We’ll find what there’s to learn
And sail off to the Con Spirra Sea.
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8. |
A Quiet Belief in Angels
04:21
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A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS
Slowness closes in silently
‘til one day you find you’re in harm’s way
Before you notice
Maybe not violently
But more than a case of
‘These things happen. Life goes on.’
Supposing you were gone for a day
You know I’d miss you
With the sound of the door closing
Knowing that, come what may,
Whatever happens,
We’ll still do what we’ve always done.
When our darkest demons came to play
Only our quiet belief in angels saved the day.
Yeah, something isn’t hard to do
When nothing else is left for you
Yeah, in our hour of darkness
Our silent strength is
A quiet belief in angels.
Patience; something we know so well.
Caught in a special kind of mental suffocation
Living inside a shell,
Searching for something not so vague
To light the way.
When our darkest feelings came to stay
Only our quiet belief in angels barred the way
Then the brightest light shone down
And drove our fears deep underground.
In these times of darkness
We find our strength in
A quiet belief in angels
A quiet belief in angels
A quiet belief in angels
If we make it easy to understand
Still, in the end it all depends
On how you take it
Put it in the wrong hands
And it’s not a case of
‘These things happen. Life goes on.’
When our darkest demons came to play
Only our quiet belief in angels saved the day.
Let them shine a light on you
And still believe you’ll make it through.
Yeah, in our hour of darkness
We’ll find your strength in
A quiet belief in angels.
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Bitterfruit
02:22
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10. |
Ready
03:12
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READY
I’ll take you on
You can bet on me
Like I’m your money man.
Got a fire that burns
Under my feet
Got to catch me if you can
It’s in my blood
I’m dangerous
I’ve drawn the battle lines.
The game is on,
The gloves are off
I’m gonna take what’s mine.
Chorus
I’m ready to go
I’m ready now to take it all
Yeah, I’m ready to go
This time I’m gonna take it all
Come on now, do your thing
Ain’t gonna knock me down
Bring it on, I was born to win
I’m gonna stand my ground.
Chorus
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WAITING FOR THE BARBARIANS
Been to hell and back again,
I ain’t keeping score.
Seen it all fall by the way and gone.
Plans gone off track again;
See what’s in store
If I stand beside the weak
‘til they grow strong.
No one’s bothering
In a reservoir of melting comfort.
Gathering in the baleful light
With all of the big mouths
Chorus:
Hollering
Arguing right from wrong
While we’re hovering,
Waiting for the barbarians.
Toying with duality,
Trying to make it plain.
Mixing up the sweet stuff with the mean.
Sober neutrality:
Calling loss your gain.
Everything washed but nothing clean.
Still we’re following
Through a reservoir of melting darkness.
Gathering on a hateful night
With all of the big mouths
Chorus
Still they’re hollering
Arguing right from wrong
While we’re still hovering,
Waiting for the barbarians.
Waiting for the barbarians.
Waiting for the barbarians.
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12. |
Disconnect
04:29
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DISCONNECT
It’s more of a road than a journey,
More like a joke than a rhyme.
More a note than a story,
Just a moment in time.
It’s more of a minor to major,
More like a myth than a lie,
More a curve than a circle.
More all wrong than all right.
‘Move on,’ I can almost hear you say
‘Live no longer between
Tomorrow and yesterday.’
Chorus:
Oh, now, the disconnect is failing.
Go now, and help me find my way back home.
It’s more like a bribe than a reason,
More of a thief than a spy.
Less a gift than a token,
More a when than a why.
It’s more of a day than a season,
More like a cloud than the sky.
More a fool than a demon.
Just a mote in god’s eye.
Chorus.
‘Move on,’ I can almost hear you say
‘Live no longer between
Tomorrow and yesterday.’
Keep on, no matter what they say
And grow stronger
Each new tomorrow and every day.
That light took a lifetime to reach us,
Yeah, starlight is for the long term.
I guess there’s so much it could teach us
If only we’re willing to learn.
Make a parody of a tragedy.
Oh, now, the disconnect is failing.
Go now, and help me find my way back.
Know now, your disconnect is failing.
Go now, and help me find my way back home.
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13. |
All That Remains
04:51
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ALL THAT REMAINS
Just another day
Part of the tapestry.
Hoping for sunshine
But preparing for rain.
We have to do the best we can
With what we have.
Yeah, we all create our fictions
To help us deal with the pain
No one wants to live their life in darkness.
On the other hand,
No one seems to want to make it shine.
It’ll darken your soul
If you keep it inside
And suddenly you’re left
Out in the cold
For the rest of your life.
Chorus:
All that remains
We’re standing right in the middle of.
No one explained
The end or beginning of.
Our light won’t fade,
It never will
Until
We fall into the black again
We fall into the black again
Fall into the black again
We fall into the black again.
Never was a day
I didn’t want to be a better me.
Yeah, I wasn’t always sunshine
But I wasn’t always rain.
I never tried to make it
A way that it never was.
Didn’t try to make a fiction,
Just tried to deal with the pain.
Seems they wanna live their lives in darkness.
Won’t you take my hand?
There could be a way to make it shine.
If you do as you’re told,
Then you’ll keep it inside
Where everybody’s left
Out in the cold
For the rest of their lives.
Chorus.
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NOTHING LEFT HERE (PT V1)
Almost drove ourselves crazy.
Put our lives on the line.
Though the memories are hazy
It’s worth keeping in mind
All that we did was for the good of man,
To lend a hand and find a plan.
What then?
What then?
While the gaslight kept burning,
We adjusted our sight
‘til the one way of learning
Was through that prism of light.
But we still remained determined to
Prevent the worst from coming true
What then?
What then?
And we drove ourselves the extra mile
And faced our future with a smile.
What then?
What then?
What good was all our learning,
Emerging from the darkest night
Just to become a nation yearning
To be a prisoner of spite?
What grew from the embers
Became a towering flame.
Now no one remembers
Like a beast with no name.
And we watch it still rising,
And we hear all the cheers.
Guess it’s hardly surprising
That there’s nothing left here
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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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