The Purple Room
(Peacock)

When I’m driving in the rain
I feel the staring eyes of madness,
And every time I think of you 
I feel the waves of sadness
That flicker and collectively
Conspire to drag me down 
Into the pit that you call friendship,
But I don’t think I’ll stick around.

Laid across the stones 
I fell my innocence could drag you down,
And one day I will get you back 
So don’t think you can fool around.

And when you’re in each other’s arms, 
Lost in love between the sheets
I’ll creep in, a skeletal grin 
And teach you to be so indiscreet.

There’s a purple room deep in my mind
Where your image dwells,
And I wish I knew why on Earth I cared
‘Cause you’re always dragging me through Hell.
You scratch my chest until it bleeds,
You crush me in your hands,
And fold me into triangles
With your selfish plans.

Claire Gibbs 		backing vocals
Simon Peacock		vocals and instruments	
 
Tears Of An Angel
(Peacock)

As I look back into my eye
I see a world we cannot read,
And I wonder: should I try?
For I know we can’t succeed.
We’ve been waiting far too long
For the moment to be right
So perhaps I should be gone;
I want to be alone tonight.

The tears of an angel
The tears of an angel
The tears of an angel
The silence of a sad goodbye
The tears of an angel
I hate to see you cry.

We could never find the words
But it was more than just a game.
I know I got what I deserved
But it hurt me just the same.
Don’t look back into your mind
But look to the road ahead.
We must go our separate ways
Now that our love is dead.

Simon Peacock		vocals and instruments
 
We Are Sky
(Bostock/Peacock)

Sit and let the baby cry, 
No one sings a lullaby.
In the dead of night the stars don’t shine
That matters so much.

We are sky,
We are sky,
We are sky,
We are the sky.

Sell your soul for the devil’s ride
And something grabs you deep inside.
There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Because we are sky.

Innocence your only crime
All alone with tears in eyes
Sit and let the baby cry
It doesn’t matter much.

Guilt for sin rests hard at night.
The stars, he says, are angel eyes.
In the dead of night the stars don’t shine.
That matters so much.

Innocence the baby’s crime,
Views the world untainted, blind.
This is why the baby cries
And why we are the sky, we are the sky.

James A Bostock		vocals
Simon Peacock		vocals and instruments
 
Don’t Worry
(Gibbs)

There’s a lonely old river,
And it flows down by me.
Flow, lonely river
Until you reach the sea.

There’s a bird out on the wing,
And he’s giving it his best.
Don’t give up, little bird
Until you find somewhere to rest.

There’s a boy all on his own,
Ain’t got no sweetheart to phone.
Some day she’ll come across the sky.
Don’t worry, unless you can fly.

Worry.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don’t worry.
No, no ,no, no, no, no, no,
Worry.
Don’t worry.
Any more.

Claire Gibbs            keyboards, guitar and vocals
Simon Peacock           other instruments
 
Disintegration
(Bostock/Peacock)

We sit and reminisce; it seems I’ve known you so long,
How you’ve weathered it all and you’ve grown up so strong.
Your smile’s fading and your hair no longer curls;
A woman now stands where once there was only a girl.

Disintegration, we grow apart as we grow up.
Disintegration, we grow apart as we grow up.
Misinformation, it’s tearing me apart,
Disintegration, we grow apart as we grow up.

A blossoming rose, from girlfriend to wife.
A bright gleam in your eye says you still love life
But we’ll never be as close again as baby, once we were
When I was alone here, and you were only a girl.

Simon Peacock           vocals and instruments

The Collaborators
(Bostock/Peacock)

James A Bostock         guitar and keyboards
Simon Peacock           other instruments
 
Dreaming
(Peacock)

I never knew what love could be;
I built my life round misery
Until that day, that red-hot day
You burned your way inside of me.
I was blind but now I see;
You took my heart but you set me free.
I can’t complain, but doubts remain;
Just how real should all this be?

Dreaming.
Dreaming, I must be dreaming.
Dreaming.
Dreaming, I must be dreaming.

And every time I touch your face
It takes me to that special place
Where words alone are not enough
To tell you how I feel your love.
The colour of your eyes that sing,
That sing to me of untold things.
Things I thought were far away
And out of reach, but that was yesterday.

Yes, I’m dreaming of the times,
Of broken hearts and broken minds.
You take my head into your arms
And fill my belly full of wine.
The breeze that caresses me
And shifts amongst the restless breeze,
The kiss of sun on my cool face
Could never, ever take your place.

James A Bostock		backing vocals
Colin Rainsforth        backing vocals
Simon Peacock		vocals and instruments

Baby Of Mine
(Bostock)

Baby of mine, please don’t you cry;
God sends his angles to guard you at night
And each of the stars that appear in the skies
Are the eyes
Of angels in flight
To guard you at night
To help you sleep tight, 
Oh baby of mine.

So dry up your tears,
Banish your fears;
If you should need me 
Your Daddy is here;
Dry your eyes,
Dry your eyes.

Baby of mine, gifted with flight
You scatter the heavens and darken the skies
And each of the stars that appear in the skies
Are the eyes
Of angels in flight
To guard you at night
To help you sleep tight, 
Oh baby of mine.

James A Bostock         vocals
Simon Peacock           backing vocals and instruments

My Friend
(Gibbs)

What have they done to you, my friend?
What have they put you through, my friend?
They lie and they steal.
They poison and kill.
You gave them life, now they’re taking yours away.

I remember when the Summer sun
Kissed my body and warmed my heart.
My friends and I laid in green fields.
The wind danced through our hair.

They stripped you of everything
And left you naked and dying.
But they don’t understand
That they too will be dying
They too will be crying.

What have they done to you, my friend?
What have they put you through, my friend?
You gave me my death,
You gave me my birth,
What have they done to you
Mother Earth?

Claire Gibbs            vocals
Simon Peacock           instruments
 
Little Island Creature
(Bostock)

Little island creature
Rest your feet from the water
Won’t you rest from the turmoil?
Can’t you rest from the slaughter?
Of these uneasy islands
And their defenceless daughters.
You’ll never rest until you’ve
Bloodied these calm waters.

No it’s not because you don’t
Agree with us we haunt you so.
We love you though you’ve done
So many things to hurt us all you know.
Sleep, rest easy.
Learn to love.
Learn to love.
Learn to love.

Little island creature with your
Head full of nothing, won’t you
Listen to reason? Won’t you
Trust in our loving? Can’t you
Call off the quarrels over
Forgotten fields you stole?
Pack up your bags again and
Climb out of your battle clothes.

James A Bostock         vocals
Simon Peacock           backing vocals and instruments 

Best Friend
(Peacock)

I can see what’s going on now 
Because I’ve read between the lines.
All those suspicious noises
That I heard late at night;
How you’ve been sneaking around the house,
Did you think I was asleep?
Well I know that almost every night
Into his room you creep.

Yes, I know that it’s not a crime
For you to share a bed
But it is when he’s the boyfriend
Of the girl that’s your best friend.
You’ve got no moral values,
Well none that I can see,
So I hope you get what you deserve
Come the judgement day.

How could you do that to your best friend?
How can he say that he’s been true?
How could you do that to your best friend?
Because she would never do the same to you.

There’s no way that he’ll tell her
So how’s she going to know?
And I’m damn sure that he won’t say
That he’s got several on the go.
So once again it’s down to me to play that special part
But I can’t tell her either
‘Cause it would break her heart.

Simon Peacock           vocals and instruments
 
I Need Assistance
(Bostock)

I need assistance staying alive,
Unlock the handcuffs, pass the knife.
Untie the straps that hold me down,
Un-gag my mouth, won’t make a sound.
No, not a sound.

I need assistance, I need love.
I’m full but I can’t get enough.
I feel your touch; I start to grin,
Feel your caress, feel my head spin.
I feel it spin.

I’m shouting out but I don’t know what for.
It seems I just can’t cope, oh Lord.

I need assistance, help me please
And rid me of this damn disease.
Release my mind and let me out,
Un-gag my mouth and hear me shout.
Hear me shout.

I need assistance staying alive,
I need the handcuffs, need the knife
I need the straps that hold me down.
Please string me up, don’t let me down.
Don’t let me down.

I need assistance, I need love.
I just can’t seem to get enough.
I feel your touch, I start to grin,
Feel your caress, feel my head spin.
I feel it spin.

Set me free.
Hare Rama.
Hare Krishna.
(Ad lib to fade)

James A Bostock         vocals and guitars
Simon Peacock           backing vocals and other instruments 
 
Afraid To Sleep
(Peacock)

I see your face in that wicked grin again
And wake up. Wake up in a cold sweat.
You’ve done nothing and yet you win again;
I’m afraid to go, go to sleep.

You decide to carry out all the nightmares that I’ve had
And slowly you destroy me in your quest to drive me mad
And I’m afraid to go, go to sleep.
Just lie awake, awake and weep.
Afraid to go, go to sleep.
Afraid to go, go to sleep.

I used to think of you and it warmed my heart.
I used to think of you and smile.
I used to think of how, how good you were,
But now it’s not, not worth my while,
And I’m afraid to go, go to sleep.
Just lie awake, awake and weep.
Afraid to go, go to sleep.
Afraid to go, go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
To sleep
Sleep.

Simon Peacock		vocals and instruments

A City
(Peacock)

Simon Peacock		instruments
 

Lyrics copyright Aiken Drum and Eco BeBop Records 1991