These are just some of the song lyrics from our debut CD Tense Moments. More lyrics are included in the CD insert... A melodic commentary on the slow apocalypse...
Chameleon’s Teardrop (Makes a Rainbow)
Chameleon lies awake What about the music? He sees the shadows now The cage is his song What about the poetry of union? What of the collaborative mind?
Chameleon lies in wait What about the music? The weight of loneliness Hungry for the song… What about the poetry of union? What of the collaborative mind?
Chameleon’s teardrop makes a rainbow Chameleon’s teardrop makes a rainbow Chameleon’s teardrop makes a rainbow
Chameleon sees the smoke What about the music? He collects the shadow-rings And sings a new song… Not about the poetry of union Not of the collaborative mind
Chorus
Chameleon laughs out loud What about the music? He sees the Horsemen now Running from the storm… Chasing down the poetry of union! Denying the collaborative mind!
Chorus
Dexter’s Elixir Part 1
They’re tired of their lives The Lava Goddess tries To hone their rusty knives And then She gives them back Give me a spot of Black Give me a spot of Black Free from your deadly tack… just give me… Give me a spot of Black!
Now you look back on those witches burning Those on the Other Side waving good-bye I’m not the only one turning my back again I can’t douse the flames with the tears that you cry… why? City’s gone away (Now you’re in his trance) Fairies come out to play (Puppets start to dance) Lookout Dexter!
The dancers start to sing The music guides the strings The peace the fire brings… To the simple folk Faces in the smoke Faces in the smoke! Cast off this mortal yoke… there… is... Faces in the smoke!
Now you look back on those witches burning Those on the Other Side waving good-bye The stones in your moat are turning black again I’m trapped in the castle by tears that you cry...why
Free from the social chain (Where did the people go?) Hallowed be thy name… (Call me Dexter now…) Champion of constant change (See the rivers flow…) The tides roll in again (See the rivers flow!) Smoke over vast oceans! Smoke over vast oceans! A billion small islands… in the… Smoke over vast oceans!
Now you look back on those witches burning Those on the Other Side welcome you back Heavy your footfalls turning around again The tears on your face… white lines on black
Down by the gallows the rivers flow… Down by the gallows the rivers flow… Down by the gallows the rivers flow… Down by the gallows the rivers flow...
Diamonds ‘n Pig Shit
Hanging out on the bottom of Someone else’s shoe A worm in the beak, a bird’s eye view Of a village gone mad A generation that’s suddenly out Of values or of passion Anonymous soldiers with caviar rations And a pound of brie… (gone bad).
But stop! Hold on! Who needs diamonds anyway When they’re buried six feet deep?
Knee deep in pig shit; there’s bacon in the pan We’ll sell you anything; just you understand There’s nothing left here; abused we’re all used up And diamonds are just yesterdays, fallen from a broken cup
Standing on dirty street corners now Waiting for the apocalypse Sucking up dough with red ruby painted lips Choking it down— turning it around. And if the world’s bent on fucking us I tell you all we’ll fuck it first Better is still nothing if I still got it worst Giving up ground— I’m going down…
But stop! Hold on! Who needs diamonds anyway When they’re buried six feet deep?
Knee deep in pig shit; there’s bacon in the pan We’ll sell you anything; just you understand There’s nothing left here; abused we’re all used up And diamonds are just yesterdays, fallen from a broken cup
[No Brain No Headache
Factory lives, assembly lines Lovers all dressed in grey Parallel streets and flannel sheets The houses all look the same Feeble dreams, unchanged they seem Then someone raises a stink
You can incite to riot, But you can’t incite to think!
No brain— uh-huh— no headache No brain— uh-huh— no pain
They murder time admit no crime There’s no one ever to blame Mechano Town’ll put you down A robot feels no pain Blood-shot eyes can see no skies They just take another drink
You can incite to riot But you can’t incite to think!
Childish games, political gains The wise man walks away Take your cues, the morning news The TV talks all day They cram your head until you’re dead Then your body starts to stink
You can incite to riot But you can’t incite to think!
Tamarack Room
Perpetual child… forever your forlorn face Haunt me with your human shape... Disarm me with your need Do you have a sense for Quality? Or will you steal the life from me?
I don’t know if I would deny you Forever despise you or through pity would love you? The truth is never simple in the Tamarack Room…
There are trees and mountaintops, rivers and oceans… More than any picture-book can ever whisper Do you desire to touch them? Can you define your emptiness? Close your vacant eyes…
I don’t know if I could ever show you, Ever hold your love in a backless mirror… The truth is never simple in the Tamarack Room…
Oh our mongoloid progeny, every man has the right to misery But you carry that rusty chain blatantly around your neck… Does the metal bite your flesh? Can we break for you those rusty chains? Or will you carry them reservedly to everybody’s grave? Or will you carry them reservedly to everybody’s grave?
I don’t know what to do for you So I sing for you… I sing for you The truth is never simple in the Tamarack Room... Now I see your unfettered smile… Now I see your unfettered smile… Now I see your unfettered smile…
The sun falls gently in the Tamarack Room… And may the sun come gently to the Tamarack Room… Forever… more...
Love Symphony
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king Who hides the drawn dagger with a smile? Is shame not the feeling that red-faced boys Cherish in their heroin vials?
Oh the unsexed beat of the kettle drum And the notion which binds it to me The genderless lick of acoustic guitars Helps the blind dragon to see. Love of danger and a dangerous love Are never the same so it seems Sleeping Beauty and when beauty’s asleep Are different from the dragon’s dreams.
I sing my love to the funeral crowd For those who wait on my death I sing my love to a swirling cloud Stirred by the fear in your breast.
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king Who hides the drawn dagger with a smile? Have you been to the dragon’s hot lair Have you walked that treacherous mile?
Winded desperation of tiny flutes Whisper of winter still to come A timpani rain in the April aisle Promises a golden sun. But what of the clouds and the billowing smoke Of dragons run through with the sword? That gasp their utter devotion to song But can’t find appropriate words.
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king Who hides the drawn dagger with a smile? Did you see the red-faced clown Who hanged before the judges came to trial?
Like the shock of the single gunshot That made the babes cry in the night The symphony dies as the curtain comes down And the conductor’s lips are drawn tight. He’s dined with kings and drunken with fools Has tried his best for them all Love is at best a tenuous thing He smiled and the dagger let fall.
