1988 | No recording
Do I remind you of someone you thought you once knew?
Or am I your broken mind, your drowning Ophelia in the pool?
I'm a train of thought
I flow like rain
I play fear research games, releasing all my pain.
How can I tell the colour of your eyes when they're both closed?
Music makes more sense to me than flowers by a concrete road
Leave all your life behind,
Toss it to one side and climb higher
Them and us is more than a phrase and the truth is fun when you're a liar.
Sometimes it seems that all these spirit diamonds aren't made from coal
Time spent here in front of you is time spent inside all our souls
Where I'm thinking forever
I don't feel used
I'm just not sure who's performing for who: sometimes its me but mostly it's you.
Leave all your life behind,
Toss it to one side and climb higher
Them and us is more than a phrase and the truth is fun when you're a liar.
In the labrynth landscapes in our mind, we build our shelters deep and hide
Forgetting that what we are frightened of, doesn't live outside.
I'm a second of your life
I will not die
You clip your own wings, too afraid to soar, too scared to try.
Leave all your life behind,
Toss it to one side and climb higher
Them and us is more than a phrase and the truth is fun when you're a liar.
Stage was written after I started playing gigs regularly at university. It was a strange experience seeing how a bunch of people that you've never met before react to songs you've written. That's to say nothing about the reaction of the people you know!
One of the few recurring dreams I had went like this: I was going off to war, and got to the battlefield to find people I knew on the perimeter. "Where do you think are you going?" asks one, his face full of fear. "Who do you think you are?" sneers someone else. The remainder just looked away and ignored me. I turned to them and said, "What else are we here for? Who comes to a battle and isn't prepared to fight?", grabbed a weapon and set off.
The dream wasn't specifically about music, but the experience of making the decision to play in a public certainly brought to mind the realities that live inside this dream: Fear. Mockery. Indifference.