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Released 2014

All words and music written by Andy Doran

A Moment of Magic

In a world of cynics and egos, where you walk a road made of glass. Everyone’s a walking placebo. Everyone’s so jaded and crass. Fading so fast. But when you lift up your face and deliver that radiant glow, well you could light up the streets with the warmth of your magical soul. When the kids are all out of fashion. When the songs are barren and blue. When the voice is drained of all passion. Maybe this world’s waiting for you. Could this be a moment of magic to silence the fools ? Could this be the moment of truth ? In a moment of magic, you spin things around, in a moment. Could this be the moment of truth?

Apathy

A little to the left, calamity. A little too right and you’re history. Lying in the middle I’m comatose. I can’t decide with so much treachery. Watching as the system replicates. Patching up the holes, and reprobates. Underneath the cover with poetry, I choose to hide my raw apathy. This is my world, and where I am. I’m doing the best that I possibly can. I’m shaping the dirt into something new. A place that’s just for me and you. The word of the judge and the brief celebs. The word of the cops and insatiable plebs. Running through the tunnel of media screens, I can’t escape this onslaught of greed.

The Greatest Invention

This could be the greatest invention I’ve ever seen. Lucid and clean, a gleaming machine. Have you ever seen such a beautiful sight, rising up into the light, this is for you, a room with a view so bright. This could be an amazing addition to history, frozen in time forever to shine as a mystery. Whatever the weather, the people can bring this together. They’re growing the tree, for you and for me, it’s so right.

Silent Cavities

Condemnation, such an ugly thing. Never here when he’s with you. But when he watches as you’re closing the door, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do. Imagination, such a deadly thing. The mind can wander out of view. And when he thinks about the shrinking room, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do. Empty spaces, silent cavities. An empty chair still faces you. He closed the book before you got to the end. You’re looking in the mirror and you don’t know what you’re going to do. Imagination, such a deadly thing. The mind can wander out of view. And when he thinks about the shrinking room, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do.

Every Little Light Will Shine

Here comes the sun, shining on everyone. Now that you can see the things that we have done, so come on come on. Here comes the light, making everything so bright. Bringing out the best in everybody’s life, now It’s alright. Here come the stars, reminding us of what we are. Every little light will shine and play its part, and that’s a start.

Beautiful Silence

So you never went to work today. Cut the ropes and then you set your boat astray. And as you sail away. You’re just looking at the open sea. Lots of promises, no guarantees. What will be will be. There isn’t really any words when you’re devoid of sensation. There isn’t really any words that can come after such violence. Just beautiful silence. Looking down at your peaceful face. I will give you just one last embrace, before you leave the race. All the pictures that I have of you. All the sounds that you gave me change their tune and your sweet perfume. There isn’t really any words when you’re devoid of sensation. There isn’t really any words that can come after such violence. Just beautiful silence.

The Last Bastion of My Mind

Welcome to the long corridor of dreams. Take your time and slowly, carefully choose any door in your mind. We’ve got lots of time. This is where you’ll stay. Every night and day. Slowly close your eyes, you don’t need them here in the dark. The rats will heighten your senses and help shed your tears. Help you fight your fears. I really really got to get my shit together. I really got to get out of this place, before the last bastion of my mind gets totally phased. This is where you’ll stay. Every night and day, with the sounds of suffering in the walls, faintly screaming your name. I really really got to get my shit together. I really got to get out of this place. Before the last bastion of my mind gets totally phased.

Reaching the Age of Reason

The line I chalk is moving beyond my fingertips. The observations and the thoughts in my mind are ripe. Genetic engineering myself – No I just don’t need anyone else. I’m wide awake and finally breaking through to the age of, through to the age of reason. The numbers count up and down in the calculations. I watch the words rearranging themselves on the page. Working it out myself – No I just don’t need anyone else. I’m wide awake and finally breaking through to the age of, through to the age of reason. And from a black and white world where it was much much duller, everybody comes to life in these unfamiliar colours. Reasons to live. Reasons to stare into the gun. Reasons to give. Reasons to grab the cash and run. Reasons to run and reasons to stay. Reasons to go back to bed. Reasons to be cheerful as Ian Dury said. Get back into bed.

Wish You Were Here

I make a shape out the city lights and narrow my depth of field. Looks like a test for the colour blind, blurring the fake and the real. The only things that we can share; the sunsets, the stars, the rain. So I’ll just sit down here and stare, scratching marks into the wall each day. With every second that creeps on by, another day dies in me. With every sunrise I’m thinking of you. The memories of wonderful things that you do. I write to remember with paper and pen. I hope and I wish and I pray that I’ll see you again. I try to keep you in the mind but sometimes the words escape. I shout your name inappropriately as the world becomes a dark moonscape. With every second that creeps on by, another day dies in me. With every sunrise I’m thinking of you. The memories of wonderful things that you do. I write to remember with paper and pen. I hope and I wish and I pray that I’ll see you again. The ink it just smears with hundreds of tears on hundreds of letters that all say “I wish you were here”.

Up Here Down There

From up here, skimming the tops of the clouds, 6 miles away from the crowds, I’m closer to you. Out there, I can see infinite life. I see the day and the night, black red then blue. All around the squares, there are people rushing everywhere, with the orders of the day, agendas to prepare. What do people care, when they don’t have time to stand and stare? clutching thoughtless resolutions out of thin air. Rain falls from the weather below, watching it work and control, cleanses my soul. In a distant land, there a people holding out their hands. Praying for just one thing on your long list of demands. What do people care, when they don’t have time to stand and stare? clutching thoughtless resolutions out of thin air.

Drunk and Disorderly

Here’s a toast to the potion. You look good, but do you understand I’ve got so much devotion, not for you, but for the glass in my hand, that looks me in the eye, it’s looking at me in the eye. This glass you see in front of me is looking me in the eye. I love you and your friends and your animals too. Out on the tiles, I can fashion a smile with the spirits in front, I could walk for a thousand miles. I don’t feel any weather. I don’t feel the snow flakes come down. They just look like white feathers, sent to me like a prodigal crown that looks me in the eye, it’s looking at me in the eye. These jewels you see in front of me are looking me in the eye. I love you and your friends and your animals too. Out on the tiles, I can fashion a smile with the spirits in front , I could walk for a thousand miles.