ESCALERA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
False lover plant a weed for me
\nIn spring among prize flowers
\nAnd I will pay you back again
\nThrough winter\u2019s frozen showers.
\nAs snow and ice invade your heart
\nIn hate you shall be dressed
\nA cold east wind will ring your neck
\nWith sharp rain on your breast<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They dragged the traitor through the streets
\nThey hung him upside down
\nAnd he will long regret the day
\nHe tried to buy this town<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The King is already asleep
\nAnd now it\u2019s past midnight,
\nStill you have not come
\nWho is loving you tonight?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI’m coming for what was promised.”
\nPusole escalera de oro (She let down a stairway of gold)
\npor ella se hab\u00eda subido (He has climbed up it)
\nse agarraron de la mano (They took each other’s hand)
\ny hacia la alcoba se han ido (And went to the bedroom)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who is loving you tonight?
\nqui\u00e9n amor puso contigo?
\nquien te esta viviendo esta noche?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WEST YORKS BALLAD<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grim City Vicar Lane
\nHide in the arcade from the rain
\nOrder out order in
\nIn strife the exile life begins
\nGrievous Armley no repentance
\nShort cuts to a shorter sentence
\nCaught in thoughts that should stay hidden
\nWalking , treading, riding, ridden
\nOn a tow path by the dead canal
\nGrim City cannibal
\nLarge as lunch and quite banal
\nDown the Whip to meet a pal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I\u2019ll just lie here in my bed
\nThoughts of you roll round my head
\nWarm and still here\u2019s where I\u2019ll stay
\nTil all those thoughts just roll away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Ace of Clubs is shut forever
\nThe same old jokes tired and lame
\nThe wiring blew no one came
\nNo better way for a getaway
\nSo head off for a week in Spain
\nWallet fat in your back pocket
\nPass through walls fly like a spirit
\nThe exile life and how to live it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I\u2019ll just lie here in my bed
\nThoughts of you roll round my head
\nWarm and still here\u2019s where I\u2019ll stay
\nTil all those thoughts just roll away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A furious gale blew off the moors
\nThe city center choked and fell
\nUnder the arches an old steel door
\nAnd steps descending into hell
\nA house came down and crushed a car
\nWe stood around there was no sound
\nWe waited til we could no more
\nFell backwards through the pub\u2019s front door<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grim City black and white
\nI\u2019ll walk you home it\u2019s dark tonight
\nDark and wrong and cold and late
\nThrough the back streets paved with hate<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE INHUMAN<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are things that won\u2019t let me fall asleep tonight
\nA painful ancient gnawing sense of shame
\nSome unknown omission
\nSome forgotten sin
\nA dark disgrace that hides without a name<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I close my eyes and wait in soundless night again
\nI cross my arms and tremble on my bed
\nI\u2019m not afraid
\nOf human beings
\nOnly the inhuman inside them x 2<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dreamt that I was woken from my sleep today
\nI rose and held such strength in my two hands
\nFreedom is a dream perhaps
\nNot destined to come true
\nA pity if you have not dreamt it too x 2<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nobody<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nobody\u2019s around to stroke your skin
\nThe sky is black
\nSomething prowls around the cabin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fish in the sea will bite
\nI try and dream
\nOf the time we used to meet on the corner <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unbelievably
\nYour spirit is broken
\nYou take no notice
\nAnd stay awake<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buried Treasure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another field in the corner
\nof a featureless land
\nbetween any other and another
\nnot so much marginal as liminal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where time has come to a standstill
\na single crow takes off
\ndisappearing in to the grey sky
\nits the year 749 or its ten years ago<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Boundaries and edge lands
\nfootpaths going nowhere
\nwhere the canal stops
\nand Tesco\u2019s car park begins<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Between Angles and Britons
\nbetween different groups of Angles
\nbetween Northern and Southern Mercia
\nthe aboriginals long gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Close to the intersection
\nof the old Roman roads
\nWatling Street running east to west
\nRyknild Street running north to south<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s where the treasure was buried
\nThat\u2019s where the treasure was buried
\nNow its gone, now its gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WHAT HAPPENED TO DELILAH?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crushed by a falling tortoise
\n15 $50 bills strapped to her leg
\nIt was by candlelight the coast of Bohemia was discovered
\nWaves slapping the bruised sand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The grand house was set alight by an angry mob
\nThey thought it was a prison<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Death supplies and demands
\nThe price of black cloth goes up
\nvouchers pretend to be eagles
\nletters, fire, numbers, the art of yoking animals
\nfaint sound of shoveling can be heard<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The obedient iPod banker
\nsweating in the gym
\nwith technical support to match
\nthe dollar surged
\nall those red borrowed dollars flushed away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Investors panicked markets plunged
\nthey sold everything they could sell
\nthe gold was sold the sold were sold
\nYou enter Babylon by candlelight
\nthe asthma of uncertainty
\na miasma clouding yellow brown sky
\nWet debt bubble markets
\nCandles flare and gutter in mean streets<\/p>\n\n\n\n
WHAT I BELIEVE AT NIGHT<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every day a slow crawl
\nTo the next, Oh good lord
\nA King\u2019s ransom, the price of ham
\nSick and bored through the floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I believe at night is not what I believe in the morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Goodnight ladies, the boat went down
\nAll we worked for fucking gone
\nA lump of coal a jar of jam
\nCancel that, here I am<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I believe at night is not what I believe in the morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each dawn threatens our very lives
\nOne more day we survive<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Time embalmed, Oh good lord
\nUseless fucker, shitty man
\nBest ignore as best you can<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I believe at night is not what I believe in the morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
CORN & GRAIN<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A drop of rain flows to the ocean
\nPiss down a wall and the blood of saints
\nBodies twist in repetitive motion
\nWell \u201cJesus Christ he certainly ain\u2019t\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A spark of fire in the open sky
\nA bloody nose a slap in the face
\nFrom here to there and always eye to eye
\nIncredible days amazing grace<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A ray of light on a wave of phase
\nThere someone coming to visit us here
\nCreatures moving through their final days
\nSearch for cigarettes and beer<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s gonna be a party tonight
\nUp in the hills where the moon shines bright
\nGonna get some wood
\n& build a fire in the rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those who die are corn and grain
\nThey shall rise again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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