Love Life
All songs copyright control. (p)+(c) Konstantin 2002-2003.
Why do we automatically sink to
Fighting uncontrollable things
When we could just pack up our
Belongings and go?
The engine that drives imagination
Consumes a lot of litres
It deserves alloy wheels
Wisdom is waiting out in the wings for
When we're beyond the factoring in
Of useless and imperceptible things
We know
The engine that drives imagination
Consumes a lot of litres
It deserves alloy wheels
Stronger for all the weakness we face
And stronger for climbing out
Of disgrace
Stronger for coming last in the face
If there is a reason for all of this it is
Well beyond me, what did I miss?
I'm punching the face of life with my fist just so
The engine that drives imagination
Consumes a lot of litres
It deserves alloy wheels
There is a knot inside
I'm unable to make sense of this world
This world
The pain is doubled by the light from others' windows
And it is trebled by the darkness on the ground
Am I not a good person?
Am I not a good soul
Well I do believe in magic but I cannot make it work
I have doubts
Such doubts
I may be lonelier than ever at this juncture
But I like myself enough to stick around
Am I not a good person?
Am I not a good soul
I am trying
And I mean it
I'm not a liar
But I fail sometimes
And I mess up
And I clean up
But the fault is
All mine
Am I not a good person?
Am I not a good soul
I was running in fear like
The tiniest creature
I first had to place the full stop
Now let us begin
Sing it with me
Wait, wait
Like I had never seen hands or know
How they could reach out
You first had to make correct knock
Now I'll let you come in
Time and again
Wait, wait
This wind will change for you
when the mountain moves
I want to leave a burn mark on your skin
In the shape of all that I take with me
A circle and a cross for love and loss
The hex of time and our enduring cage
Raging
I think the radiologists were right
The final act is written in the dust here
A circle and a cross for man and moss
The lexicon of some redundant age
Raging
No longer oil, just shadows and heat
But what is the matter that thickens the atmosphere?
A circle and a cross for all of us
Hurled into nevermind
You and their armies, you and whoever
Raging
Falling out of this mean regiment into clean clear
Falling off this sharp pediment
To live large and run out on life's rent having no fear
Leaving the broadband
Our land is this land
Your hand in my hand
Raging
I will let you in
To stroke on my rib-cage
Fingers in that place
A bird alone can find rich pickings
No bird along to share its food
One is for sorrow, two is for joy and three is for flying too High
Somewhere on the scene that I am
Mapping is another lonely bird
A bird whose nest is thinly woven
With sticks of words from wordy trees
One chair for self and two chairs for fellows, three for society
High
Somewhere on the scene that I am
Mapping is another lonely bird
One whose nest is thinly woven from the letter and the word
I've rested on these laurels for long enough
A winter necklace still on show
I hear another bird a-tapping
Now I hear it drawing close
High
My father is a jeweller
He makes rings
And if I ask him what does a ring mean
He cannot tell me
Because a band of gold does not make you whole
And it will not keep you with me
We have only love, only love
Hold onto it
My mother gave her life's blood
For all of us
And if I ask her what did you do that for
She will tell me
That a band of gold is all that holds
Life and soul together
We have only love, only love
Hold onto it
I am never alone because I have them with me
Flesh and bone, everything I would not be or would be
And I only see, I only see
Love
Hold them fast
Make it last
And then the swallows came, sad swallows with wet wings
And the endless rain that washed through every ring
When your heart closed down did it lock me out or in?
I know you can't give me anything
You can't give me
Hold them fast
Make it last
Hold onto it
A slow moving figure is dressing itself in the half-light
Reflected with me in the dressing-stand mirror
His left
Ice floes
Melt from the inside out forcing the surface to splinter
And this old hotel room will see out the seasons that render such change
An ancient window
Out of my view
A slow moving river bleeds over its banks after rainfall
Things breaking out of their houses of temperature
Spring
Ice melts
Breath of the hemisphere blew off the habit of winter
And it went shuddering out of its silence at close enough range
To hear it cracking
Out of the blue
I hear it cracking
I've come to believe these days
That the word needs a letter
If this interface were somehow erased
There's the memory of paper
365 drops in the ocean
Just two bits in time
The Neptune at 9
That's text and devotion
You sent me a message at zero bit rates
To piece it together you cut and I'll paste
Bit by bit
Out at the pipes, watching the ships roll in
Thinking about the wizardry of dreams
How a man can turn a girl into a saint
Because it's easier to hold onto the pain
It takes courage to let go
Out at the pipes, watching the dogs playing
Thinking about the slipperiness of words
How this language is so difficult to grasp
Try to hold it, it just filters through your hands
Yet it never seems to flow
What am I trying to say?
Why do things come out this way?
What am I trying to say?
When I have that figured out I'll be sure to let you know
If I figure it out at the pipes
I'll let you know
So you close a door and yet another one opens on a different floor
It's the heart you see, flux within its chambers oh oh
Now I'm changed for good
Like charwood
I used to be sand with water running through it
Now I'm glass
Made in the fire
There are some you love and others that fit you like an oven glove
And sometimes they have to break you to make you oh oh
And I'm changed for good
Like charwood
I used to be sand with water running through it
Now I'm glass
Made in the fire
Your friends will hold you
I know they'll hold you
But not like I would
Change is good
What is a soulmate?
what does it matter when it's too late
Made in the fire
Just one of those things you can be part of 'til you fall apart on Sunday morning
Follow the kerb of O'Connell Street as the cars go by
Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel?
This is not Sex and the City
It's just loneliness in high heels
Talk to yourself as you walk inside a centre custom-designed for central banking
Stroke on the curve of the Euro sign 'til it makes you blind
Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel?
These are not Tales of the City
They're just compromised ideals
The ghosts of the buildings that were razed to make this are haunting your pockets and stealing your mind
When a city is quicksand, a fast moving desert, all life is hazard and is thus defined
The past is a junkyard and has no familiar in the hearts of the many who follow behind
Hop on your bike, saddle up by me, there is a lot to see, the strand is waiting
Now when the tide is out at Sandymount you can walk for miles
Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel?
I have no home in the city
But the city lives in my dreams
When the Word is a slogan and the memory of millions is the race of the mill and the stone of the grind
Here the sun king sits beneath the earth; it is his dark kennel
In that time of day the knell of city bells sigh
The sun sinks below the arch; a time when a man of dark and sly urges is in a knot
He brings a ham to boil; it helps him find the golden ice, but it is only a vein of lead, not exciting like the shed
Some people walk through the world like they own it
They don't even pay rent
They take what is given and fit it all in to their lives
It is wonderful
And I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding
Some people never make peace with their elders
Or peace with themselves
And all of that fear makes love disappear from their lives
It is wasteful
And I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding
It's a case of perspective
You would say of course
And I suppose it could be worse
I could be old, ill, dull, homeless or ugly
And I am not, you know
But I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding
It is wasteful
Creep and I ate together whenever times of difficulty forced us
He by serving himself uniformed onions
Which are good only if eaten from an empty jar
Midday coffee tastes bitter-sweet
Tomorrow is a coming thing
And if it should arrive
It may prove disappointing
At the heart of it all is the missing beat
Of the someone who left
On the streets where you live
Living for the moment
There's no time for reflection
No room for regrets
And no space for corrections
People get older, they age and they grow
It's hard to accept it that some day they'll go
You have to race for the minute
You have to learn to let go
You have to be your own master
You have to live for the show
Time is a construct we need to get by
We cannot control anything but the words that we write
You have to breathe in your body
You have to let yourself flow
To understand we are children
That come and go, come and go
Look at the world in wonder
Stop putting pressure on your nerves
Looking for answers when there are none
Just be your own universe
Ah oh
Come and go
The plane's descent for landing was quite low over the water
We could make out details like the perch of birds
Exhaustion and displacement brought suspended disbelief
We were high on consequence and lost for words
At how the balance hangs on a wing tip
And how we manage fear with our kinship
We're just taking a bee for a walk
Lucky
A castle in Valasske Mezirici caught the drift
Of a current situation now in hand
The root of disappointment is in wanting more than is
When the shadow on the sundial points to chance
And how the balance hangs on a wing tip
And how we manage fear with our kinship
We#re just taking a bee for a walk
Lucky
Ahoj, la la la la
Taking a bee for a walk
I took a walk, one I'd done before in early morn
The other way
The streets were so wonderful
With no one there, no traffic blare
The melody of emptiness and history
This is what life means to me
And I don't want this internal monologue any more
But I can't turn it off
Every day I move myself around and figure out
Ways to count
The things I'll never have
I do believe a soul can grieve itself away
End with all our yesterdays
I want to get lost in Europe
And I don't want this internal monologue any more
But I can't turn it off
No, I don't want this internal monologue any more
But I can't turn it off
'Safe journey Margaret'; how unhappy the home can be when one child teases, vexes, annoys;
'Happy birthday Eileen'; do you stare at people or cast your eyes aimlessly in a giddy manner?;
'Good-bye Mam'; 'Good Morning Tom'; do not be selfish, share sweets and gifts with your brothers and sisters;
'Shun the company of those who tend to act the vandal; 'Good-night Dad';
It is rude to stare at people in the street, to ridicule or mock them;
'Have a good holiday Jim'.
'Goodbye'.
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