1. |
Sweet Release
03:52
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I've got your hurt upon my lips.
Choke on your words, ventriloquist.
Roll back my eyes, feed me the lines
take all that you want from me.
Touch my every open wound,
to meet your every broken need.
My sweet release, come to me.
I know that you'll never let go
once you're in control.
You wave your cross above my head
like I'm a puppet on your thread.
Like a voodoo child, paint me a smile
then hang me up on a tangled string.
My hips will twist at your fingertips,
but you know it don't mean anything.
My sweet release, come to me.
I know that you'll never let go
once you're in control
I can't meet your needs or fulfil your prophecies
I can't meet your needs or fulfil my promises.
My sweet release, come to me
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2. |
The Score
03:21
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I was sitting cut, spitting blood
with my pride collapsed.
Sickened to the gut, lit one up,
Let my mind relax.
I once thought that I could walk away.
But I was fitted up, slid n shut,
you knew I'd react.
I know I'll never get the last laugh,
only the blame
And I should never let my dark heart
blacken my name
but I'm addicted to the hard part of
playing the game
and never settle for a draw
but you're forever levelling the score.
Doubled up and clawing the floor
as the comedown came.
Shivering like a whore turning tricks
in the London rain.
I once thought that I could walk away.
Never should have fought in your war
in that dumbed down state.
I know I'll never get the last laugh,
only the blame
And I should never let my dark heart
blacken my name,
but I'm addicted to the hard part of
playing the game
and never settle for a draw,
but you're forever levelling the score.
Still living with the curse,
we've a hell of a history
I'm driven by a thirst
for your delicate twist.
For bringing out my worst,
you're the first on my list.
You got me cos you knew I wouldn't run.
I know I'll never get the last laugh,
only the shame
that I should ever let my dark heart
blacken my name
but I'm addicted to the hard part of
playing the game
and never settle for a draw
but you're forever levelling the score.
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3. |
Defiantly Loved
04:22
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There's hounds behind me,
for the blood upon my hands.
No crowd will hide me
now they've found the path I ran.
I pound the backstreets,
fear numbed my aching bones.
Feet don't fail me
take me home.
Faster, faster,
you know time's not on my side.
The truth I harbour
is getting harder now to hide.
A child abandoned
coming present in my skin,
still unforgiven for giving in.
But so defiant, defiant, defiantly loved by you,
defiant, defiantly loved, loved loved.
Your eyes unblinded
as the lies were boldly sworn,
I guard a proud heart
and my silver tongue was drawn.
Our lives divided,
but we steel our nerve and spine.
I for your own sake,
and you for mine.
So defiant, defiant, defiantly loved by you,
defiant, defiantly loved, loved, loved.
The river rolls on
with a grace upon it's shame.
A faithful white swan,
loyal to it's poisoned veins.
A thousand secrets
that have drowned within those depths,
bound and silenced
on a stone cold bed.
So defiant, defiant, defiantly loved by you,
defiant, defiantly loved, loved, loved.
When I was locked in
paranoid, involuntary choices,
I was loved, loved.
When I was screaming
but was one in a cacophony of solitary voices,
I was loved, loved.
Forever screaming in the void.
Forever screaming at the void.
Defiant, defiant, defiantly loved by you,
defiant, defiantly loved.
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4. |
We Belonged
03:49
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In the winter's crystal whisper
hangs the heartache
of your quiet song.
I can hear ya draw me nearer.
Echo of ya still going strong.
I can't believe you're gone.
Come the springtime,
when the windchime
sings a warm breeze
from the barren miles,
from the oak tree
where you broke me
with a kind word,
and a knowing smile.
I hear you breathe a while.
And you shone so damn brightly,
and all that you awoke inside me
is dancing in the dark without a song.
You shone so damn brightly,
and you beheld and recognised me
tho I was standing two feet in the wrong,
you knew where we belonged.
And the light found
never died down
open eyed now,
I've been looking hard.
Are you aching, like I'm aching?
Trying to make your peace
and take another chance
to make it right at last?
You shone so damn brightly,
and all that you awoke inside me
is dancing in the dark without a song.
And you shone so damn brightly,
I know you fought a war to find me
and I was standing two feet in the wrong,
you knew where we belonged.
And you shone so damn brightly,
you shone so damn brightly.
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5. |
Devil On My Back
03:10
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I kill the lights, but the lies are sleepless.
Night heaves with the bleakest secrets.
A shadow waits in the black,
and I awake with a devil on my back.
I'm contesting my reckless weakness,
desperately wrestling restless demons,
but all the odds are stacked,
guess I'm no match for the devil on my back.
And I plead for my peace, like a dead man walking
and I plead for my peace and I can't stand more of this.
But still I pretend I can mend this
and ascend this hopelessness, then end this
but then the whip gets cracked.
I get knocked flat by the devil....
And I look into the eyes of the love of my life,
and swear blind that the darkest times are behind,
but it's another fucking lie just to cover my tracks,
another part of her dies, for the devil on my back.
And I plead for my peace like a dead man walking,
I plead for my peace cos I can't stand more of this.
So I regress to the cesspit, friendless.
Too breathless to defend, I descend to the depths
of the mess I've amassed.
I get no rest from the devil on my back
And I plead for my peace like a dead man walking,
I plead for my peace and I can't stand more of this.
I plead for my peace as the darkness taunts me,
and I plead for my peace from a past that haunts me.
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6. |
House Of Mirrors
03:37
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I've disengaged,
nothing's rattling my cage
and my colour's paled.
All my words turn stale,
hanging in the static air.
Another blank page,
I've got nothing new to say.
Where's the hunger gone?
Well it's been too long
stuck in automatic,
and not moving, not moved
And we lose ourselves in a house of mirrors,
in a house of mirrors, and the walls are closing.
Hide from the world in a house of mirrors,
where the fear will kill us,
and the walls are closing....
Cos I'm dead until I'm fighting for life,
until the fear of the end
is in the whites of my eyes.
Cos I've got to need something,
to take it further.
I'm dead until I'm fighting for life,
until I'm near to the edge, or hanging over the side.
Cos I've got to find something to push against,
to take it further.
Got a question mark,
and a shot into the dark
from the comfort zone
into the great unknown.
Show me what I've got to lose?
Time comes then leaves,
like the subtlest of thieves.
A clock counts down
and when you turn back round,
everything has moved along.
So get moving, get moved
or we'll lose ourselves in a house of mirrors,
in a house of mirrors, and the walls are closing.
Hide from the world in a house of mirrors,
where the fear will kill us
and the walls are closing....
Cos I'm dead until I'm fighting for life,
until the fear of the end
is in the whites of my eyes.
Cos I've got to need something,
to take it further.
I'm dead until I'm fighting for life,
until I'm near to the edge, or hanging over the side.
Cos I've got to find something to push against,
to take it further.
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7. |
Bedpost
04:15
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There in her restless bed,
she filled a glass and tempted my emptiness.
Laid down our self respect,
what's left of it.
It's best if we just forget.
Spare me the regret.
Cos I'll be sleeping as you creep out of the door.
And I won't be woken, won't be spoken of no more.
And will you even mark a notch into your
bedpost, darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my
starving skin?
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool.
Here's to you.
Here's to the futile truth;
your beautiful, but brutal and ruthless youth.
Here's to the new pursuit;
the hunger and the hunt for the substitute
I'll be sleeping as you creep out of the door
I won't be woken, won't be spoken of no more.
And will you even mark a notch into your bedpost darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my starving skin,
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool?
Here's to you.
Keeping believing, we're no more than animals
is keeping us feeling the pain of it, the shame of it
Don't you ever let love sweep you off the floor?
To leave you lost, and leave you washed up on the shore?
Will you even mark the notch into your bedpost darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my starving skin
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool?
Well here's to you.
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8. |
Let It Go
03:54
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I was watching you
slowly drifting out of view.
Lying in the dark,
wide eyes and heavy heart.
There was nothing I could say.
Bound to bridled words,
you swallowed your unspoken hurt
and tried to hold the space
with amazing wasted grace,
but nothing seemed to change.
I let it all just fall away.
And it crashed,
and I broke.
Collapsed,
and I woke.
Oh Lord,
I didn’t know
that I’d found love
until I had to let it go.
Holding all I’ve left
and desperate in my hopelessness,
dying to believe,
I persevered to breathe
on the ashes of the burnt out flame,
trying to bring it back again.
And it crashed,
and I broke.
Collapsed,
and I woke.
Oh Lord,
I didn’t know
that I’d found love
until I had to let it go.
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9. |
Albatross
04:14
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My heart was cast to greener grass
there in your garden walls.
I laid my plans to trade my hand
in answer to your call.
Was heading for your warmer shores
there on my sinking ship.
I raised the mast to race my past,
your name upon my lips.
There in the storms, illusions formed
around my guiding stars.
The sirens call, they tug and pull
on the strings of wounded hearts.
Then I saw the trail of second chances
lying wasted in my wake.
I saw that every heart I’d ever held,
I’d never failed to break.
Forsaking grace for shame, I sailed away,
and became a drifting wreck
with the saviour's cross, an albatross,
to hang around my neck.
I got lost in the tempest,
drowning in doubt.
Tossed by the rapids,
my last hope devoured.
My will had surrendered,
my soul a slave,
to the raging waves,
Because I stopped believing it could change
Because I stopped believing it could change
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10. |
Cock Of The Walk
03:36
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Thought "Better the devil"
Forever a settler
ever regretting not betting for better.
Forever indebted
and shuffling tethered
and shovelling shit, trying to get it together.
But whatever.
Never did want to be
one of the herd, you heard me.
Whatever.
Never did want to be one of the herd.
The worm will turn
Stripped of the passion,
the pattern got cyclical.
Trapped by the rational,
slapped with a typical
schtick and a carrot,
with cash as the catalyst,
sat in the saddle and
cracking the cattle whip.
Whatever.
Never did want to be
one of the herd, you heard me.
Whatever .
never did want to be
one of the herd.
The worm will turn.
And the bland are leading the bland,
all heeding to safety
and all reaching their hands out for you.
Caught up in the chain gang
and bound by throat,
you're damned if you do now,
and damned if you don't.
A chip off the block at the top of the field,
the cock of the walk is a cog in the wheel.
Oh what have you done?
It’s becoming so cumbersome
dumbing it down just to
drum up the numbers.
Sucking the fun,
but you're getting number,
just rum-pa-pa-pa-pummeling run after run
and you're bored of the walls,
and you're bored of the floor,
and you're bored of the wolf always clawing your door.
Bored of the formula, bored of conformity ,
good Lord, I'm bored of applauding the ordinary.
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11. |
Wanderlust
03:32
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Go to trust
your wanderlust.
Sow your wild oats,
if you must.
Taste it all,
and take the fall.
Then look at me like I don't know
that hope is cruel,
and there is nothing you can do
but wait.
You'll make it through.
No humble pie
for puppy eyes.
It falls to pieces,
I'll act surprised.
You prodigal,
you lost control.
But I won't say I told you so
cos hope is cruel,
and there is nothing you can do,
but wait.
And I'll wait.
And you'll make it through.
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12. |
Round Here
04:01
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All that I've lived for,
worked, toiled and slaved,
all that I care for,
I can't take past the grave.
But til I leave Hades,
She serves me well.
She's the closest thing to heaven
in this living hell.
In this kicking, screaming hell.
You look like you lost your way,
look like you lost your way.
You like you lost your way,
you ain’t from round here are you boy?
They know who’s who,
and they’ve never seen you;
new blood comes through once in a blue moon.
If you’re trying to blend in,
you pick a bad night.
You’re a chicken in a wolves den,
rabbit in a headlight.
Who are you? Who are you?
You look like you lost your way.
Who are you? Who are you?
You ain't from round here, are you boy?
You moved a little too soon.
No-one wants to listen to you whistling a new tune.
And now you’re trapped in the middle of the sticks
with a jackdaw black-eyed,
slack-jawed pack of hicks.
Who are you? Who are you?
You look like you lost your way.
Who are you? Who are you?
You ain't from round here are you boy?
You’re way off track, Jack,
you’ve been caught.
Your mind got trapped in my back forty.
You’re gonna wish that you’d never been born,
gonna curse the dawn that you first saw me.
Better button up, better hold your tongue,
better batten down all your hatches son.
Locked on crosshairs watch you run,
with a finger on the trigger
and a bullet in the shotgun
Round here I’m your iron fist,
your siren song, your silent witness.
The crimson lips of the devil you kiss,
your sick, sadistic, bitter little twist, kid.
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Mark Stoney Sheffield, UK
Sheffield based Songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer, general noise maker. lover, fighter, procrastinator.
Former Bobby Jealousy singer/guitarist.
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