1. |
Come Unto Me
05:07
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Come unto me
Come unto me
Come closer to me
Until we float here among the angels
Who come to us as flaming balladeers
Come unto me
Come unto me
Come unto me
Come closer to me
As we capsize here
Drift among our dreams
And we cower
And gasp among the gods
Come unto me
Come unto me
Come unto me
Come closer
Come closer to me
Until we drown tonight
Come unto me
While you slumber
Come unto me
I am wonder
Come unto me
I am the light
Come unto me
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2. |
Hearse Song
04:08
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Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may the next to die
They wrap you up in a winding sheet
From your stagnant head to your lifeless feet
They put you in a wooden box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
And all goes well for about a week
And then your coffin begins to leak
The worms crawl out and the worms crawl in
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
The worms play Newmarket on your snout
Your tongue swells out, your gut swells up
Your shroud is ploughed with a load of muck
The soil and spoil and stench and shit
And that is only the start of it
The mould and mildew in the wood
They love your softening skin that’s good
They love your pretty eyes and hair
And make a happy home right there
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The worms that crawl out are plump and stout
The ones that crawl in are slim and lean
The worms play backgammon with your spleen
A big black worm with blinded eyes
Crawls in your gizzard and out your thighs
Your stomach turns a slimy green
And pus comes out like whipping cream
Like whipping cream or rancid butter
Your eyes fall in
Your lips snarl-up
Your throat explodes
Your arse falls off
The soil and the mud and the moistness wins
And to think that this is how all of life begins
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3. |
The Mill
05:36
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The silence is the same
Torn only by the roar
Of gently whispered undertones
Black machines twist
Dance in the sky
The same
All changed
O for an engine to hold back the clocks
Keep those incessant hands at bay
Be calm of mind, content, all passion spent
But this too shall pass away
We weep for want of worlds to conquer
Day murders night
Night buries day
And time may beat its silent fury
But this too shall pass away
The light still plays
Same neon daylight sunshine
All colours turned to idiot muted grey
In sodium
Toys come to rest
The same
All changed
The bridge has gone
No velvet wood to lean on
And scatter gifts for birds
As the river runs
Toys come to die
The same
All changed
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4. |
Seeing
06:06
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We have no need of earth or sky to guide us through this perfect life.
We need not be tethered to the clay,
No feet of mud or halos, relics, wings or holy rhymes.
We are the compass rose. And we may rise and simply soar ourselves away
At the first we fly in this direction. At this perspective everything begins
Attracting needles, pines and sailors as they navigate their ships
From seventh sea to ocean deep. The great expanse of comet-seeded lynn.
With hymns perhaps within their hearts, and rum most likely on their lips
These mariners, perhaps with albatross as burdens, look toward one glossy star
Who rises on this axis. Dazzling, demur, afar. A pure and lofty Guenevere.
Our next vocation. Towns arise from nothing. From the high hills and lowly plains.
And monuments tower over all with fresher monuments atop.
And distant cattle graze in moon-bright washes as she waxes, wanes,
And shines on pitted, shadowed stones away this way. A thousand years toil by.
And, on some special nights, these traces of our canny ancestry
May rouse themselves awake, wrest-up and shake away their roots and soil
To dance around the village; sing in mighty stony, granite voice
As bells ring out in other villages. Leagues beneath the distant Severn Sea
Another sea, this one ancient, dry and dead, as our tertiary goal we reach.
On landmarks let our fingers trace the contours laid by time
This is a swallow, fen, or bristledown or moss on which we meet.
Our sunken land is flat and black and covert, secreting nature’s salty hide
Where once the silken water courted necks and hides and fins and teeth.
Smooth and warm, the lives that thrived within this sacred place
Lull us to our sleep as we imagine them here with us, where we are now.
And as they are so we will be. But it matters not. The where. The why. The how.
Our terminus… our final voyage-end… is drains and old canals and dirty towns.
Where people live within in tidal-reach with gull and heron and egret.
The wave came, the sea reclaimed the land, and so the land was drowned.
Further now, far from the path of history with its elderly regrets
By the banks of a sweet river. We are in the North-By-Northwest.
We come to rest. We float above a Flat Bridge and our journey ends.
We have no need of earth or sky to guide us through this perfect life.
We need not be tethered to the clay,
No feet of mud or halos, relics, wings or holy rhymes.
We are the compass rose. And we may rise and simply soar ourselves away.
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5. |
One Skin For Another
03:49
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There’s a glamorous magnificence of time recalled.
The oceans and the skies and firmament.
Remember life in moments or remember not at all.
This is your life.
You get to choose how well it will be spent.
And the time is fleeting.
The net of time’s a construct into which we all will fall.
Don’t concern yourselves with that idea of death, forever sleeping.
You’re only substituting one skin for another after all.
Can you see the subtle glow? The ticking of the distant clock?
The farthest and the deepest, gravest jewel.
If you’re patient you will hear the tick and then the final tock.
And rejoice in beatific, unavoidable renewal.
And the time is fleeting.
The net of time’s a construct into which we all will fall.
Don’t concern yourselves with that idea of death, forever sleeping.
You’re only substituting one skin for another after all.
Life compensates in love what it lacks in length and span.
You aren’t a pawn or puppet in some idol’s master plan.
Your radiant vibrations aren’t suspended at the last.
You occupy the present and the future and the past.
And the time is fleeting.
The net of time’s a construct into which we all will fall.
Don’t concern yourselves with that idea of death, forever sleeping.
You’re only substituting one skin for another after all.
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6. |
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Many lovers loved are passed
And many friends grown old
And as this lesson’s net is cast
My weary heart grows cold
And oceans of despair I weep
The bitter truth is told
Few and short were words we said
We spoke no words of sorrow
But gazed upon the lonely dead
How short this life we borrow
Pale hands clasped lifeless to her breast
We quailed before tomorrow
I think we are crusaders sent
From some infernal clime
To pluck the eyes of sentiment
And dock the tail of rhyme
To snap the back of memory
And crush the neck of time
I have forseen the death of this Death Scene
It’s carrion
Shackled
Away to the fire screen
And as the flames rise
It’s like salt-over-shoulder
It’s written
By wriveners
Until it gets colder
And out on the watchtowers
Observing the fight
Are the men with the pens
Tucked in safe for the night
They’ve unringed your white fingers
And they’ve redrawn your casket
With Frankenstein Monsters
All made out of plastic
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7. |
Jherome
04:16
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A lover's love is hate. Incurable the wounds they make
I'll say “they're mine”; my legal claim I'll stake
All this, of course I'll see, But what's well hidden
Underneath your dress blind terror makes me smitten
Eye for an eye
Keeps the world blind
Dig two graves please
One’s for me
Eye for an eye
Keeps the world blind
Dig two graves please
One’s for me
I sit and drink my poison and I wait for you to die
I’m as pretty as a picture and I’m gluttonous with spite
The acid of my malice will contaminate your cuts
While my arrogance collapses I’ll rub salt into the blood
Well I forgive my enemies but not before they’re dead
Stronger than a lover’s hate and venom and contempt
As I gaze into the looking glass and sleaze around my hair and eyes
My venom and contempt and spite are all ablown with flies
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8. |
Your Spell
02:17
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9. |
Lassie
03:49
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10. |
The Mermaid Song
03:38
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First there comes the weeping,
Then there comes the sleeping,
But creeping through home and hearth.
The fat and the fatter.
The milk and the matter.
Then thrown out on life’s rotten path.
Monday for wealth.
Tuesday for health.
Wednesday the best day of all.
Thursday for crosses.
Friday for losses.
Saturday for nothing at all.
Marry for fame.
Marry for shame,
Or marry for God above.
A spilled wedding toast,
A fumble and a spit-roast.
Testament to marrying for love.
Ashes to ashes
But a short time to live.
And most important did the corpse behave?
The party’s going well
In heaven and in hell.
And every day is one day closer to the grave.
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12. |
I Am What I Am
03:08
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Paul Devine England, UK
1983: Sheffield, singing with Siiiii
1986: Leaves band
1989: South Wales
1993: DVO form
2005: Siiiii
reform. Release Ancient
2006: Siiiii active live. Play New York
2008: Ein Verdammtes Versprechen released
2008: A Murder of Sandfleas released
2014: Modern. Paul leaves band again
2019: Diagnosed with ADHD, BPD and Tourette’s
2021 – 2022: Publishes four books
2023: The Compass Rose released
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