Stage 1

2007-03-15T16:13:00.000-07:00

I am a Thief of Fire

Inspired by the song "Liberate Me" from Barry Clarke's album "30th Avenue Pawn"

"Liberate Me" lyrics:

Under these buzzing, flickering, sick floresant lights. The servailance camera's roll through the long lonely nights.
And the blinding, crushing, strangled sence of self, sits naked and numb on a fake plastic shelf....
I am the thief of fire, I have seen the unseen.
I dwell in the house of the in-between.
The golden gate and the garden of stone, the gallery of ghosts and the great unknown.
Liberate me from this misery, ya see I get so bored, easily.
The night is close and your saviour's dead.
It's a world full of rebels waiting to be fed.
Your all waiting to be fed!
I am the holy fool with the soul of a clown.
I am the fallen angel that was once cast down.
Into the hopeless storm in the house of pearl.
Into the crying girls and lament of the world.
Liberate me from this misery, ya see I get so bored, easily.
The night is close and your saviour's dead.
It's a world full of rebels waiting to be fed.
Your all waiting to be fed!
Liberate me from this misery, ya see I get so bored, easily.
The night is close and your saviour's dead.
It's a world full of rebels waiting to be fed.
Your all waiting to be fed!
Your all waiting to be fed!
Your all waiting to be fed!
Your all waiting to be fed!

2007-03-15T16:06:00.000-07:00

A Stranger Comes to Town

Inspired by the song "Coin Operated TV" from Barry Clarke's album "30th Avenue Pawn"

"Coin Operated TV" lyrics:

Put another dime in the vibrating bed.
Case a beer runnin' in my head.
Headlight on the bathroom wall.
I got a mule kickin' in my staul.
I'm watchin' coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
She threw my stuff out onto the lawn.
Now that girl of mine, she long long long gone, I'm feelin bad man, I'm feelin' wrong.
I'm watchin' coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Put another dime in the vibrating bed.
Case a beer runnin' in my head.
Headlight on the bathroom wall.
I got a mule kickin' in my staul.
I'm watchin' coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Coin operated TV.
Who's that knockin' at my door?
Is that room service?
Not bloody likely!
Well I've always been a stranger.
A stranger talkin' to strangers.
It's kind of America's obsession with the wild west.
A stranger comes to town.
He could be a robber, or a killer, or a saviour, but never one of them.
Just a stranger...come to save us all.

2007-03-15T16:02:00.000-07:00

A New York Man Comes a Calling

Inspired by the song "A New York Man" from Barry Clarke's album "30th Avenue Pawn"

"A New York Man" lyrics:

When I was murdered by my mother, a strangled soul gave up again.
Back into the endless circle.
Back into your life again.
Now in this future we'll be wedded, and we'll have children of the sun.
A thousand lifetimes re-connected.
Will you know that I'm the one?
Cause a New York Man will come a callin', to the brown skin of your home.
You will know when he has fallen.
Please don't leave this man alone.
When all my Devils have been broken.
I will leave here with this trust.
This love for you I have not spoken.
Your love's for him and so's your lust.
Cause a New York Man will come a callin', to the brown skin of your home.
You will know when he has fallen.
Please don't leave this man alone.
Please don't leave this man alone.
Please don't leave this man alone.
Please don't leave this man alone.
Please don't leave this man alone.
When I was murdered by my mother, a strangled soul gave up again.
Back into the endless circle.
Back into your arms again.

2007-03-15T15:58:00.000-07:00

Lazuli

Inspired by the song "Lazuli" from Ryan Hennebry's album "Epiphany"

"Lazuli" lyrics:

Woke up to silence as fluidity digests me.
Leaked through the ceiling,
now my body’s nice and cold.
We met up in the shallow water of a wading pool,
all I remember is the skin I got to hold.

And in the river I mistakenly went looking,
Knee deep in pebbles, for a new epiphany.
I search the sheets for things I so tightly held onto,
And fail to qualify a fully living thing.
My skin has scraped by better things before this
carcass.
The water’s all infected, tearing at the seams.
I crawled on beaches where I left my dirty fingers,
I found a stone and skipped her far away from me.

You are the world tonight my cobalt blue Lazuli,
More so than all the ice cream I could ever eat.
And in the morning I’ll come crawling back to see you,
I’m finding needles are helping me get back to sleep.

You are the world tonight my moonlight white Lazuli,
More so than all the downstream I could ever be.
A starving hedgehog and a switch to beat the level,
A seventh emerald and fifty sinking rings.
She found a gun inside three lonely old letters,
A bathroom floor a house A beach-bleached rarity.
The kind of girl She was She knew She would alarm me.
I’m finding needles are helping me get back to sleep.

2007-03-15T15:54:00.000-07:00

Some Place to Come Home to

Inspired by the song "Some Place to Come Home to" from Dan Mangan's album "Postcards and Daydreaming"

"Some Place to Come Home to" lyrics:

I once found an ocean – funneled to a river.
Kinda made me younger.
Kinda made me shiver.
There were monsters.
I feared their stare.
Search the basement, might find them there.
Take off for the weekend.
Get away for the evening.
‘Cause the message that she’s sending is the message you’re receiving.
We were new in town.
We had matching eyes.
There were days when you gave yours for mine.
You might wait a lifetime.
Yeah you might wait for ever.
Just hit me when I’m ready and kiss me when I’m clever.
You were happy.
I could not help but cry – and you ask me for a reason, I found a reason why.
Now I’m howling, I’m howling at the moon.
I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I swear – I’ll be coming home soon.
Now I’m howling, I’m howling at the moon.
I’m waiting, anticipating, I hope – there’s some place to come home to.
There’s always some place to come home to.