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ESCAPE ACT

post adventures on the moon


Until I'm done I can't relax
Driving down the M1
Water smashing off the screen
Destination, dusty garage
Just my drum set now and me
Such a shame we're not
It's not worth the parting shot
Purpose built waves
Roundabout maze
Leading no place
Taking us round and around again
Returning by moonlight
Heading northwards to Kirkwoods Park
The headaches, I think they're worth it
As the white lines blur into one
It calls me back
A melancholy niggly feeling
And as it grinds you down
You slowly change
In search, in hope, in futile heartache
Until I'm done I can't relax
It starts to burn
You sparkle bright, you radiate light
It's in my mind to give you what you want
To give you the right answer
It's understood it's just between us
You captivate, you dominate the room
It's in my mind to give you what you want
To give you the right answer
It's possible but it's just so stupid
It starts to burn, you see it starts to burn
In funny ways, in funny ways, funny ways
I feel an urge to turn
And if you hold it against me
Please don't press it for long
Just as I get to my destination
I feel an urge to run (crash)
Just like a wrecking ball
I'm a wrecking ball
Chris Heaney: vocal, backing vocals, guitars, bass, glockenspiel, vibraphone, drums.
Andy Miller: backing vocals, iPhone.
Pat Vandeleur: backing vocals.
Declan Kennedy: violins.
Niall Catney: cello.
Chris: vocals, guitars, piano, synthesiser, omnichord, drums.
Andy: backing vocal, programming.
Pat: backing vocal.
Rich Dale: bass.
We bumped into love
Chitter chatter, does it matter?
I have my doubts of words
Sometimes speakings
Chasing feelings
And a little bit of bluff
And that's alright
Sometimes that's enough
Yeah it's alright
When's enough, enough?
I remember moments when
Headphones wrapped my long hair
Pink Floyds 'The Wall'
His hands the size of two balloons
And it's alright
Sometimes it's enough
Yeah it was alright
The future promised love
On the 55 I'm resigned to where I'm from
The weekends are the Cellar bar
No quids for drinks
And later in the taxi
I watch him walk you home
You see once I lived by broken heart
Battling for my minor part
I never thought that I would die
But lately deaths been on my mind
And it's alright we bumped into love
Yeah it's alright the bruises protect us
Chris: vocal, piano.
Andy: Vibraphone
Declan: violins.
Niall: cello
Kevin Drain
I hope you take your temper
I hope you take your temper with you
In this space we inhabit
It's clear you're not fit for it
I know why I should despair
I would follow you to the ends of the mistake
I would counsel you in your pyjama bottoms
Fritter away good will
Lost in a maze Kevin Drain is on fire
(He's not keeping time)
Feed him praise frequently it's what he requires
(I wish that he would smile)
Kevin Drain Kevin Drain
I would challenge you if I thought it would redress
The words that you utter are a form of madness
Fritter away team spirit
Lost in a maze Kevin Drain is on fire
(He's not keeping time)
Feed him praise frequently it's what he requires
(I wish that he would smile)
Kevin Drain uh oh! Kevin Drain
Chris: vocal, backing vocals, guitars,
electric piano, bass, keyboards, vibraphone, drums.
Andy: backing vocals.
Pat: backing vocals,
Linely: trumpet & flugelhorn.
How can I reach you?
I will try to recognise the obvious mistakes
And not just focus in on that which I can't change
Real circumstances often force us to sacrifice ideals
We're full of compromise and actions we despise
So wake up, wake up
Before you get replaced
By a form of yourself
Determined by thoughts filled with hate
Wake up, relate, before It gets so late
That all you can do
Is lie on your couch in defeat
In the morning when we're sleeping
And the light is seeping through
I often wonder when we're older
How can I still hope to reach you?
So wake up, wake up, before you start to fade
from your spot on the wall
In the home of your daughter's offspring
Wake up, relate, if real love's gone to waste
All you can do is screech like a cat in disgrace

In the morning when we're sleeping
And the light is seeping through
I often wonder when we're older
How can I still hope to reach you?
Wake up, wake up, before we start to fade
Wake up, relate, only now is guaranteed
So wake up, wake up!
Chris: vocal, backing vocals, guitars,
piano, synthesiser, glockenspiel, organ, drums.
Andy: backing vocals, sound effects.
Pat: backing vocals.
Rich: bass..
Hungry vultures
The words in your mouth are coming out slow
Dictated by a feeling that's been brewing down below
The rage in your heart is in your eyes
And it's a rip tide rushing over you
It's rushing over, drowning you
Before you know it the moments gone
A passing fancy of no consequence
Whatever way you look at it
It really doesn't matter
You try to block it out
And it starts to grow
Hands, locked and taut, by your side
And the abstract notion I have proferred
Is rejected as a lie
I'll pause, buy some time, hear your thoughts
This is a risky situation
As the subjects often damaging
Before you even start
There's nothing in my heart
There's nothing I can feel
For your brutal love
There's nothing we agree on anymore
Before you know it the moments gone
A passing fancy of no consequence
Whatever way you look at it
It really doesn't matter
You try to block it out
And it starts to grow
Into an ugly feeling stealing pride
Hungry vultures feeding like
Only one opinion could ever be right
Hungry vultures killing our style
Chris: vocal, backing vocal, guitars, drums.
Andy: backing vocals, bells, sound effects.
Pat: backing vocals.
Rich: bass
Don't you think we should stop?
I was thinking about somebody else
When you came into my life in a sentence
Imagination drove us away
From morals that were bred when we prayed, young
Don't you think that's its time
For us to dispense with all of the pretence
Don't you think that it's time
To stop being friends and drop all the nonsense
Don't you think that we should stop?
Down in you basement
You keep your files
On interesting subjects
Dogs lost and found, so
My heart is open source
Fingers are digits
Toes are binary
My heart is open source
My heart is open source
My mind is solid state
Eyes are liquid crystal display
If I'm not bending to your wish
If I'm not bending to your wish
Turn me off and on again
Don't you think that's its time
For us to dispense with all of the pretence
Don't you think that it's time
To stop being friends and drop all the nonsense
Don't you think that we should stop?
On the edge of disaster
We knew from the start
But it's fun...
And everybody watched
As we feel deeper into love
Chris: vocal, piano, synthesiser, guitar, drums.
Andy: backing vocal, percussion.
Pat: backing vocal.
Linely Hamilton: trumpet.
My heart is open source
My heart is open source
My blood is code
My blood is code
My heart is open source
I want to interface
I want to interface
My mind is solid state
LCD
My heart is open
My heart is open
My blood is code
My blood is code
My heart is open source
Chris: vocal, guitars, synthesiser, glockenspiel.
Andy: vocal, programming, effects.
Rich: bass.
Alan Beattie: drums.
A dream that wakes you up
A beautiful person
A beautiful bride
I'll leave myself open
I'm prepared to try
Alone at the altar
Staring up at the wall
At the critical moment
Surprise us all
It's hard to know
If what you've got
Will soothe and keep you lit
What's that creeping up the side of the bed
He said, he said I don't want a lover
Reaching for a dream that wakes you up
For no particular reason
A connections grown
It binds us together like a blood red rope
To fight a reflections not a fight at all
Suburban delusion will swallow me whole
I've shed every skin I've had
Post adventures on the moon
From the days of Cleopatra
Post adventures on the moon
There's always been a story
Got no time for silver spoons
He's from outside Belfast
She's from northern France
It's such a pretty accent
He doesn't stand a chance
He's locked in her heart
Yeah he's locked in her heart
She puts him in...
I could not follow
I shouldn't follow, now
But in the meantime
Look here comes the wave
Wash fear away
Better off in the grave
Wash fear away
No more yesterday
Only when we're young
Do we believe such love
Such love hurts
Such love don't deserve us
It's hard to know
If what you've got
Will soothe and keep you lit
What's that lurking at the foot of the bed
He said, he said I don't want a lover
Holding on to a dream that wakes you up
Chris: vocal, backing vocals, guitars,
piano, bass, keyboards, vibraphone, drums.
Andy: backing vocals, sound effects.
Pat: backing vocals.
Rich: backing vocals.
Declan: violins.
Niall: cello.
Heather Lowry: flugelhorn, trumpet.
Mark: saxophone.
It hauls you down
Breaks you inside and out
All the happiness you build up dissipates
Time to take flight
Disappear just like a night
No more throwing stones
At closed windows
Past 3am
A painful rite of passage
From the annals of the past
Without going into details
You know it didn't last
He gave up on heartache
She gave into love
It's such a common outcome
The story always ends thus
Chris: vocal, backing vocals, guitars, keyboards, drums.
Andy: backing vocal, programming.
Pat: backing vocal.
Rich: bass.
Peter Henderson: violins.
Linley: trumpets.