1. |
The Memory Museum
05:21
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Torn between
Trying to out run the past
With its habit of having the last laugh
And the things
I’ve no wish to forget
Which leave a need that can’t be met
Being present is so hard
When more and more
Our memories are what we are
Feeling lost
And knowing I won’t be found
The bittersweet taste of old ground
It’s always here
Yet the past is always gone
And I’m nearly always on the run
On the run
Nothing’s gained
By dwelling on what did not last
But it’s so easy to fall for temptation
And the spirit may
Seem to roam so wild and free
But it’s a freedom seen from a prison
Looking back on what’s been and gone
Despite your reflection
You feel no different to that person
Feeling lost
And knowing I won’t be found
The bittersweet taste of old ground
It’s always here
Yet the past is always gone
And I’m nearly always on the run
On the run
It’s always here
Yet the past is always gone
And I’m nearly always on the run
On the run
In the end
Don’t you have to tell yourself
How there’s nothing for you there?
In the end
Shouldn’t you at least try to
Only ever look ahead?
Look ahead
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2. |
The Pattern Room
04:06
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The hinterland
City streets
Remote resorts
Feverish
Primitive
Lines of force
Against careers
Fathers too
… Space and freedom
We know not where
We’re going to
We’re just leaving
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen
Ideals and hope
The pattern room
Pioneering
We know not where
This bridge leads to
That we’re building
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that’s felt and seen
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3. |
The Passerby
03:21
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No longer a flightless bird
No longer bound to the earth
She’ll age no more
She’ll age no more
The passerby
She softly stepped
Into freedom
Embraced escape
Stole away
And we remain
This started with his end
Never again
Will she
Write in lipstick
On bathroom mirrors
‘Bring him back,
Please bring him back’
A new haircut
A forced smile
Dying all the while
‘A sorrow I never want to forget’
She softly stepped
Into freedom
Embraced escape
Stole away
And we remain
Eternally
She’ll glisten and glitter
Stare from shadows
Peer through colours
The passerby
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4. |
Fever Dreams Of Emilia
04:07
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Instrumental
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5. |
The Absentee
05:41
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Oh the devil’s making mischief
Dirty rags that hang
From black lines to the south west
A fog upon the sea
No sailor among them
Washed up on the shore
A pocketful of Keats
Build a pyre on the beach
She’s kneeling on the dark sand
Sad grey eyes
The smoke begins to rise
With the absentee
The wild scenery
Appears to harmonise
Well-kindled flames of yellow
Glisten and quiver
Yet the heart remains entire
A spirit soars
Over old watchtowers
Nothing fades
Just a sea change
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Instrumental
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7. |
Unanswered
05:24
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Judgements that were harsh
Did not see me change
So what if for this world
I was not meant or made?
I lived my life the way I felt
I did not cease to be myself
Foolishness and prejudice
Never got their way
And in this hotel room tonight
Of course there’s no-one by my side
In room 1005
Everyone has gone
The carnival’s moved on
Left behind with loneliness
My body aches from longing
I knew the price that I’d be charged
Living a lie was never on the cards
For I was nothing
Nothing if not honest
And in the Diplomat Hotel
There is one thing I know so well
I love and I am not loved
Love and I am not loved
Nothing else matters or makes much
Of a difference without love
To softly cradle you
Through till morning
3 a.m. emptiness
I do not know happiness
There hasn’t been an answer yet
And I’m always calling
In room 1005
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8. |
I Dreamt Music
05:32
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Distant buildings
Slowly appearing
Through a winter storm
One point of light
A flame that melts the heart
A candle in the dark
Dawn breaks
Night falls
The stars return
Return
Kneeling in the blue light
Listening for a whisper
Kneeling in the blue light
Rain on the rooftops
Rain rippled water
Thunder rolls once more
Wind in the treetops
Dust in the sunlight
That spills across a wooden floor
The long summer evenings
The longer nights that follow
Through changing seasons
Time escapes
A green world of birdsong
A grey sky of snowflakes
Blown every which way
Dawn breaks
Night falls
The stars return
Return
The gold will turn
To icicles
It’s a losing game
You can’t conquer change
Kneeling in the blue light
Listening for a whisper
Kneeling in the blue light
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9. |
Night Traveller
04:51
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Escape into sleep, night traveller
Lulled by the night’s gentle song
A freedom unlike any other
Once we slip under we’re gone
Safe in the arms of the night shift
The moon, the stillness and stars
You broke away with such softness
Now nobody knows where you are
Escape into sleep, night traveller
A world apart, awaits
To travel without ever leaving
To not always be contained
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10. |
Starfields
06:30
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Instrumental
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LIGHTNING IN A TWILIGHT HOUR London, UK
LIATH is the new project by Bobby Wratten (who has been behind THE FIELD MICE, NORTHERN PICTURE LIBRARY or TREMBLING BLUE STARS). Evanescent atmospheres, crystalline and delayed guitars, sweet voices, minimalism and of course, Pop songs.
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