Our Secret

Dark and mysterious, the vocals like mystical incantations, the sound (especially the keys) giving a strange tang of irony.

Every boy and every girl

All round the world

Lives in hope

One world at one tiome

One world only

That’s the secret

They will never give it up

It’s a secret but

It’s not holy

It’s in the blood

It’s in the atmosphere

We will never give it up

Phantom Power

Can't tell the end from the start

But I know how it will be

I'm gonna hi-jack your heart

You'll belong to me  

The furthest thing from your mind

But you can't see what I see

Sugar, I prophesy

You will turn to me

Yeah  

So you think you're immune

Well, you believe what you please

'Cos when I call the tune

You will never be free

You will never be free

You will never be free  

You'll belong to me

You'll belong to me

You'll belong to me

Pictures

It wasn't out of cruelty I said goodbye today...

But the pictures were turning yellow...

I helped them on their way...

The wind picks up the pieces...

Blows them all around...

Breathe in the smoke then breathe it out...

I tore out all the pages one by one...

Put them in the fire...

Light shines almost brighter then before...

One more time one more time...

These times insult you with their doubts and fears...

So I thought I'd stop them before the got too near...

Scratch at your memory-whisper in the dark...

They are everywhere and they are nowhere...

I tore out all the pages one by one...

Put them in the fire...

Light shines almost brighter then before...

One more time one more time...

I was tired of explaining why you were still around...

There were no more excuses to be made...

The time has passed and it can be unkind...

You didn't look so graceful in your old age...

Tear out all the pages one by one...

Put them in the fire...

Light shines almost brighter then before...

One more time one more time...

Postcard

A quiet, brooding track that slowly builds with a pounding percussion and screeching chords into a nightmare snapshot of a nervous breakdown, then fades into darkness.

There is a house in the picture

Inside the house is a room

Once round it is a short circuit

When times are hard I think about you

Four walls, one has a window

One has a door, which I go out of

I just thought you'd like to know

I don't think you're listening

I think I'll tell you again

This clock shows only mythical hours

These books show only fictional days

One system is only as good as another

I don't think you're listening

I think I'll tell you again

I just thought you'd like to know

Reach For Me

When it's dark outside and you're all alone

And your peace of mind is all gone

 

When duty calls and he takes the car

And you feel the shakes coming on  

Reach for me when the gold starts to rust

When your colours run will you call

Reach for me when the threads came undone

If your cover slips and you fall

Will you reach for me  

When your glass is dry and you're out of luck

And there's no respite you can see

If that great big house with so many rooms

Is a useless thing you don't need  

Reach for me when the gold starts to rust

When your colours run will you call

Reach for me when the threads came undone

If your cover slips and you fall

Will you reach for me

Reach for me when the gold starts to rust

When your colours run will you call

Reach for me when the threads came undone

If your cover slips and you fall

Will you reach for me

Real Story

Is it some kind of stupid joke

The fiction that he speaks

He hears waves as the cars go by

The city is a beach

He thinks he's in another work when he goes to sleep

He got the word; he got the real story

He got the word; he got the picture

He got the word; he got the real story

He got the word; so we will never understand

I heard that he lost the beat,... What a surprise

Now he's in unreal estate until he dies

Restless

The day is winding slowly backwards

I’m trying to remember something she said

But no sense remains

She has chased it all away

Sometimes these things are so hard

To say

But maybe tomorrow we’ll talk again

‘Cos there’s no sense today

She has chased it all away

She’s here then she’s there

And it’s all up in the air

Red Planet

The Comsat Angels' debut. Jimi Hendrix meets Ray Bradbury! The vocals sound like they're coming from outer space and there's lots of reverb, man, but the Comsat sound is there.

(EVA = extra-vehicular activity; spacewalking)

Point me at the red planet

I want to get my hands on it

Make sure I can take my car

When I go to Mars

Waiting 'round for my wings to heal

Sit in the sand for a thousand days

I'm not scared of this crumbling land

As in my hands it's just a piece of clay

On the first day I'll get some atmosphere

On the second I'll set up the lights

On the third day I'll get some EVA

On the fourth day I will see the sights

Over there I can see palm trees!

Just here - a train station

Some space for a couple of bars

A telescope to look at the stars

On the first day I'll get some atmosphere

On the second I'll set up the lights

On the third day I'll get some EVA

On the fourth day I will see the sights

Point me at the Red Planet...

Point me at the Red Planet...

Point me at the Red Planet...

Point me at the Red Planet...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared of this crumbling land...

I'm not scared...

She's Invisible

Listen

To the voice that calls

From the edge of sleep

Down the hall

No breath, no lying lips

No heartbeat, no fingertips  

She's invisible

Does not exist

Anymore

She's invisible

Crossed off my list

A closed door  

Nothing

Breaks the silence

All the waiting hours

Of the night

No sight, no sound or shape

But imagination

Incinerates  

She's invisible

Does not exist

Anymore

She's invisible

Crossed off my list

A closed door  

She's invisible

Does not exist

Anymore

She's invisible

Crossed off my list

A closed door  

Invisible

She's invisible

Look out

Shining Hour

So this is how you tell it now

Just one more event in the past

And it's almost like the memory belongs to somebody else

Whatever you saywhatever you do

Don't ever attempt to deny you were the onea partner in crime

Excuses are not alibis

This was the place

This was the time

Somethings just stay fixed in the mind

I know it's true though you doubt it now

We found the way just for a while

A shining hour

To hear the way you tell it now

I'm surprised by how little remains

And there's no doubt that in a while

The story will change once again

Whatever you say

Whatever you do

Don't ever attempt to deny

You were the one

A partner in crime

Excuses are not alibis

This was the place

This was the time

Somethings just stay fixed in the mind

I know it's true

Thought you doubt it now

We found the way just for a while

A shining hour

Sleep No More

It’s late but there’s no tiredness

I can see the the city glow

And I’m sure there must be somewhere

We can go

Lights cut through the center

And the darkness hides it’s shape

I’d swear it almost

Could be another place

When the world is covered over

And the stars are shining bright

We will make our escape

Into the night

Sleepwalking

I must have had a nightmare

Cos I'm not seeing straight

The shadows creep and slide

The strangest thoughts

Go through my head

Outside the traffic lights

They change to green to red

And as my heart applies the brakes

I reach across the bed  

I was in a dream

You were by my side

Warmer than the sun

Then the picture changed

Began to fade

Turned and you were gone

Sleepwalking  

Could that be somebody

Sneaking on the stairs

I can't ask you

I can't find you anywhere

So why are you out walking

Walking in my sleep

And what goes through your mind

Each time you lie between the sheets  

I was in a dream

You were by my side

Warmer than the sun

Then the picture changed

Began to fade

Turned and you were gone

Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking

Shiva Descending

Subtly moving; the experience of watching, helplessly, the approach of the Destroyer.

And down she falls like thunder, all over / A sound so deep that I pray Vishnu my soul to keep

ss 100x

Gently disturbing, without having to raise it's voice; kind of like your conscience slowly poisoning you with your own guilt.

Storm Of Change

Ghostly and ominous; a lone voice faces the unknown with apprehension.

The hum in the wires starting again / Storm of change