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Wrong Side Of Nowhere
04:53
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Her home is a carpark, her neighbour’s DFS
Her face is a picture, her clothes are a mess
Nowhere to go, can’t go back where she’s been
It’s catch 22 but she’s only nineteen.
Hey Louisa!
She counts up her blessings, it only takes one hand
If silver doesn’t cut it her knife surely can
So sharpens up the steel, keeps her eyes on the door
She swears she’s never been here but she’s seen it all before
On the wrong side of nowhere - a place with no name
One thousand suns will arise to light her way home
Every night when she’s sleeping she sees herself die
With dust on her feet, blood on her fingers, despair in her eyes
As the dark closes in.
Can’t face tomorrow - sees the day out through a glass.
The future’s behind you – forever running, run to the past.
She knows you can throw caution to the wind, but it blows back in your face
You end up nothing more than a half-hearted disgrace
She bottles up her feelings and locks them all away
And writes in the sand all the things she cannot (should not) say.
Hey Louisa!
On the wrong side of nowhere - a place with no name
Taking a left at the back of beyond passed the point of no return
To the wrong side of nowhere - a place with no name
One thousand suns will arise - still so far from home
Every night when she’s sleeping she sees herself die
With dust on her feet, blood on her fingers, despair in her eyes
As the dark closes in.
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2. |
Chasing Ghosts
07:22
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Shadows fall as day turns into night.
Common place gives way to second sight.
Familiar faces haunting me
Captivated by their clarity
Worn down by the freedom to indulge
The latent hopes of all they could have done.
At first I almost make sense of what’s there.
Chasing the ghosts of the people who were
In the disguise of what was.
Trapped in the dance of their youth, unforgotten, they turn
To stills of what they were before.
Conscious now of all I mis-recall
Like hazy outlines on the wall.
Compelled by their sincerity
To accept the animosity.
So seconds later we are running scared.
‘Although your memory holds the key…you can’t unlock the door!’
At first I almost make sense of what’s there
But seconds later we are running scared.
There’s freedom if you dare.
Chasing the ghosts of the people who were
In the disguise of what was.
Trapped in the dance of their youth, unforgotten, they turn
To noises from outside the door.
‘Although your memory holds the key…you can’t unlock the door!’
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3. |
Tense
05:12
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In vicious circles, nothing changes but the colour of your hair
Now even we no longer believe in the dreams we used to share.
And yet you say you love me and always will
But love must not be unconditional
There’re certain things that you should want from me.
Cos if you loved me then, how can you still love me when
There’s really not a great deal left of what I used to be?
Past – hysteric
Present – tense
Future – perfect
At least that’s what I meant for us to be
But I don’t know why you love me.
The present’s overrated if you believe it’s all gone wrong
The past is dominated by the one who shouts so loud, so long
Cos life is but a sequence of mis-remembered memories
Instilled with far more consequence than anyone who shared them would believe.
And I have lost all meaning, lost my sense of wonder
And I’m losing all significance: now I’m losing you.
Past – hysteric
Present – tense
Future – perfect
At least that’s what I meant for us to be
But I don’t know why you love me.
But love must not be unconditional
There’re certain things that you should want from me.
Cos if you loved me then, how can you still love me when
There’s really not a great deal left of what I used to be?
Past – hysteric
Present – tense
Future – perfect
At least that’s what I meant for us to be
But I don’t know why you love me.
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4. |
Next To Nothing
04:41
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Some inexpensive wine, another cigarette
I know we fell in love, but details I forget.
We decided long ago the people we’d become:
The things we’d do, the things we’d leave undone.
Cos we’d over-analyse everything we’d seen
Like a column in Sunday magazine.
You used to believe in me,
In more than I could see,
Held me close enough to stop me running.
All the places we would go
Until you left alone.
Did you know you’d leave with next to nothing?
And on the radio a forgotten song which takes me back to when
I didn’t know our time was coming to an end.
I never thought you’d win by letting go as the dark closed in.
Whatever it was we were
Is gone never to return
Just another pile of broken feelings.
But what were we fighting for?
Could we have done much more?
I didn’t understand why you were leaving.
All the places we would go
Sometimes it seemed like we were always running
Whatever it was we were
All that you deserved is never coming
Could I have done much more?
Now lying on my own – I’m next to nothing.
I never thought you’d win by letting go again.
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5. |
Too Many Words
04:12
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Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you think.
Keep it to yourself, there’s no need to share
Don’t make the mistake of believing we care.
It drives me mad.
It drives me insane.
There’s too many words,
Just too many words.
What others say they never hear
But without listening it’s only half a conversation.
People don’t talk, only to think what to say.
If there’s nothing new, just repeat it again.
Shut up and listen!
It drives me mad.
It drives me insane.
There’s too many words,
Just too many words.
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6. |
Crazy Wisdom
07:29
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Log in to the change, know your way arises soon.
Let go of the chains
The chains of reasoning which invert the chords of your tune.
Night is ending,
See the beginning of crazy wisdom.
Heal your broken mind
Why not foresee the end
The end of all your fears?
Lift up your blinking eyes
And accept the time you’re waiting for is here.
Why not foresee the end? Lift up your eyes, accept the time is here.
As you’re drinking
Your soul is shrinking
All the thinking is part of your disguise.
So let the left hand be the meaning of the right
And see the new collapse as a chance to fight
And through bloody lips you taste the emptiness of oceans.
Oceans in harmony with the chords of your tune
Night is ending,
See the beginning of crazy wisdom.
Heal your broken mind
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7. |
Where Endings All Began
05:48
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There’s something underhand in the power of your demands
Misconception binds what we can realise.
The fortress of belief hides the fear beneath.
The future melts into the past before your eyes.
Cos the devil on your shoulder
Always getting stronger
You don’t see the faces,
You can’t hear the words.
Laughing at the pretence
It never falls in sequence
Angels in the rear view
Welcoming or saying goodbye to you?
Confusion re solution
Don’t abandon your grand plan
Always certain.
Everything I was and everything I could be
Is wrapped around the person that I am.
The shadow in the space, there’s meaning in the place
Where consequence and endings all began.
Everything I was, the person that I am
Finds the place where endings all began.
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8. |
We Can Live Again
04:07
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Say goodbye to all that you know
Shutter the windows
Lock all the doors, exist on your own
And pretend that it’s OK.
Remember your friends, remember a crowd
Forget your freedom
Bury your soul deep under the ground
Live through your memories.
And pretend you’re OK.
Stop all the clocks
Write off the day
Then as the dark closes in
Just shut your eyes and fade away.
Until we wake up and we can live again.
Until we wake up and we can all live again.
Until we wake up and we learn to live again.
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