The Man in the Picture - Below The Sea
He goes everywhere with his feet bare,
And his white beard sweeps the ground, the ground,
And his white beard sweeps the ground.
He's climbing up and down
A poem that's written
On a long silk ribbon
That hangs from roof to ground.
And as those stormclouds grow,
See how casually in his bare feet he strolls,
He is a man who knows not where he goes,
But he knows he's got to go.
Big day for the hunter - Below The Sea
He goes everywhere with his feet bare,
And his white beard sweeps the ground, the ground,
And his white beard sweeps the ground.
He's climbing up and down
A poem that's written
On a long silk ribbon
That hangs from roof to ground.
And as those stormclouds grow,
See how casually in his bare feet he strolls,
He is a man who knows not where he goes,
But he knows he's got to go.
Big day for the hunter - Below The Sea
A hunter dressed in wolfskin
holds his wooden spear
and stalks his prey.
Suddenly,
a thunderbolt;
"Is there more to life
Than what my hands can hold
And what my eyes behold?
Where does it come from, this thing called a soul?
Soars free like a bird,
And drags me around by the nose,
With promises of the unknown."
Watch out, watch out!
A stealthy wolf now creeps behind him.
Big day below the sea - Below The Sea
There's something coming from the cloud above,
The cloud around, the cloud below.
This big picture paralyses, numbs,
And then it apathises,
So much to overcome.
Feed, feed, feed that GDP,
A shakedown by captains of industry
Alone who profit from the winds of war and trade unfair,
Choose the smoking chimney
Or the smoking gun.
Brutalism, petro-chem, an ocean drowns in plastic,
Mega-corp says "Spend, spend, spend",
They've gone soft in the head,
Get rich, and die in the attempt,
And they'll take us out as well.
Put that shoulder to the wheel,
Mouths to feed,
Acquiescence,
Need,
Squeeze,
Put a hurtin' of efficiency on all those you consider near and dear.
Don't rock the boat,
Right now it barely floats,
There's a demon on my shoulder preaching comfort and fear,
Though it's said,
"it's better to die on your feet than live on your knees"
It's just too much of leap.
(Break the habits of a lifetime)
Rugcutter - Below The Sea
I see you, baby,
Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass.
Shake it, shake it, shake it, like you know you've got it,
Death is at the door, and the only hope is to
Shake it, shake it, shake it, like you know you've got it.
There's something in the air that whispers anything,
Anything, now could happen.
His Own Drum - Cusp EP
Show me an angry young man, I'll show you a lily lilywhite boy,
Bang bang boogie he's dancin to the beat of his own drum.
If ya slow down, life'll get away from ya...
Be a nomad, it's ok,
Move all night and move all day
Coz if ya slow down, life'll get away from ya.
Bang bang boogie bang bang to his own drum,
If ya slow down life'll get away.
Young Bones - Cusp EP
I'm so proud of my young bones,
If they've been good,
On a Saturday night I let them go.
They go ravin in the graveyard.
Young dancin on the old below,
The tall yew trees full
Of watching ravens and crows.
And my bones ravin in the graveyard.
When I grow cold, bury me straight in the soil,
When bones dissolve, they need no headstone.
Your fine young bones will feed the grass and trees,
Young will go the way of old,
Soon be buried deep below,
So let your bones go ravin in the graveyard,
Ravin in the graveyard.
Alive are dancin on the dead below,
So it is, and ever was so.
I'm so proud of my young bones,
If they've been good,
On a Saturday night I let them go.
They go ravin in the graveyard.
Young dancin on the old below,
The tall yew trees full
Of watching ravens and crows.
And my bones ravin in the graveyard.
When I grow cold, bury me straight in the soil,
When bones dissolve, they need no headstone.
Your fine young bones will feed the grass and trees,
Young will go the way of old,
Soon be buried deep below,
So let your bones go ravin in the graveyard,
Ravin in the graveyard.
Alive are dancin on the dead below,
So it is, and ever was so.
Winter Party - Cusp EP
Autumn in orange and grey,
A sky that swells with threatened rain,
A long long night invades the day.
Such a pull to run to ground,
To hide in bed or mossy mound,
And turn your head from the months ahead.
Keep the sleepin sickness at bay,
You're not tired you're just bored.
Ring red roses, better than sunlight,
Midnight oil will keep you burning bright.
Keep the sleeping sickness at bay.
Autumn in orange and grey,
A sky that swells with threatened rain,
A long long night invades the day.
Such a pull to run to ground,
To hide in bed or mossy mound,
And turn your head from the months ahead.
Keep the sleepin sickness at bay,
You're not tired you're just bored.
Ring red roses, better than sunlight,
Midnight oil will keep you burning bright.
Keep the sleeping sickness at bay.
Lying in Bed - Cusp EP
Red is the colour of deep midwinter,
We need no help in June,
The robin and rowan tree light up,
When the sun's turned its back on you.
Red is the colour of the deep midwinter
So put on your red dress, and go downtown,
Go for a drink on a winter morning.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
Turn your back on what you said
Like the sun has turned its back on you.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
I said what I said, Till I'm blue in the face on a winter morning
And I won't take it back,
Every time you hear my voice you'll hear it saying that.
Blue truth said in blood red anger.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter
And blue like your lips on a cold white morning. The truth is winter cold and blue, when the sun turns its back on you.
The sun carries a warning, it's burning as it's warming,
Fall asleep in the warm sun and you'll wake up burnt.
And love carries a warning,
It's dying as it's dawning. Love tells blue truth and white lies,
It blossoms and dies, blossoms and dies,
Blooms and fades, it dissipates,
Like mist in the air on a milk-white morning.
Words of love like mist in the morning
Holding hands is boring,
Lying in bed in the morning,
Anyone can be soft and tender then
White lies on lips in the morning
Words of love like mist in the morning.
It's not running away,
But put on your red dress anyway,
Dress red on a cold blue morning
For a while it's not ok, Put on your red dress anyway.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter,
We need no help in June,
The robin and rowan tree light up,
When the sun's turned its back on you.
Red is the colour of the deep midwinter
So put on your red dress, and go downtown,
Go for a drink on a winter morning.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
Turn your back on what you said
Like the sun has turned its back on you.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
I said what I said, Till I'm blue in the face on a winter morning
And I won't take it back,
Every time you hear my voice you'll hear it saying that.
Blue truth said in blood red anger.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter
And blue like your lips on a cold white morning. The truth is winter cold and blue, when the sun turns its back on you.
The sun carries a warning, it's burning as it's warming,
Fall asleep in the warm sun and you'll wake up burnt.
And love carries a warning,
It's dying as it's dawning. Love tells blue truth and white lies,
It blossoms and dies, blossoms and dies,
Blooms and fades, it dissipates,
Like mist in the air on a milk-white morning.
Words of love like mist in the morning
Holding hands is boring,
Lying in bed in the morning,
Anyone can be soft and tender then
White lies on lips in the morning
Words of love like mist in the morning.
It's not running away,
But put on your red dress anyway,
Dress red on a cold blue morning
For a while it's not ok, Put on your red dress anyway.
