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The Lighthouse

Lyrics
one more glass
I scattered you like bricks,
But there are carpet-thin moments I’ll still keep;
You tread like children through my dreams,
Where do you sit with birds and matches in between?

I see your film-still smiles,
One orphan movement, one T-shirt, one long joke;
You shadows wait in fading scenes,
Where do you play with guns and watches in between?

One more glass,
For ghosts we were;
We’re as ‘stone’ and ‘mud’
As kings now,
In our beautiful, weightless past.

I know we’re out to sea.
Intricate patterns that cross on a wet street.
You become statues never seen,
Where do you run with map and cutlass in between?

One more glass,
For ghosts we were;
We’re as ‘stone’ and ‘mud’
As kings now,
In our beautiful, weightless past.
england
england, with your power station skies
there’s graveyards in your eyes,
we’ll queue through you
to the retail parks of boarded towns,
we miss, but closed them down
so life’s easy.
Cheers to all your green and pleasant lands
and drunken football fans
on Sundays;
raise your caps to two-quid english roasts
and endless miles of
coastal deckchairs.

england’s mines are burning in our brains
‘cause Thatcher’s in the ground again:
the coal’s gone.
Where motorways and internet and phones,
not bowler hats and thrones,
are where lives go.
So tip your vacant flat caps to the smoke
your great-grandparents spoke
their love through;
look an older person in the eye
where status has a
less cold meaning.

england, Churchill’s anger’s in your stride
as cultures sweet-collide.
Stonehenge calling.
Shipping news breaks out to vacant waves
while Beatles iTunes play:
our youths falling.
Bombs can’t break the concept of a home
but rain can drown our
summer sympathies;
stand to face the angels of the north
where accents rise and fall
like symphonies.

england, now your thoughts are M.O.T.d
it’s Starbucks over tea:
text not talking.
england’s folks can’t throw the kids the blame
with ‘Facebook fix’ the same:
it’s all stalking.
Show your love for dear old B.B.C.
by giving her the v’s
for small fees;
screw the earth and sea but pay for sky
so adverts can design
your daydreams.
smile
Oh lord balance me out
To use my heart and this head
Because they can make a fool,
Who falls like stones whatever you said

Learning to be yourself,
You make me smile
Learning how to be yourself
You make me smile

We talk and talk through green,
And summer seems to hold in time
I lose focus at night
I see your smile in my dreams

I’m sorry that I wandered out
I’m sorry that I left you on your own
I’m sorry that you wandered out
I’m sorry that we argued on the phone

Learning to be yourself,
You make me smile
Learning how to be yourself
You make me smile
sunlight
The sun was falling down like rain in Birmingham
So we escaped to the road and ran away
With a hundred things stuffed in the boot like a jumble sale
And a thousand heart torn scraps to scatter-say

And the dark fell down through conversation spider webs
As the green and sea surrounded us like home
And we stumbled to our midnight-nowhere place to stay
To collapse like moon-drunk teenagers again

And the sunlight fills me
In the moonlight you get me
We rode through antique afternoon like a memory
Just to carve our hearts like secrets in a cave
In the bruising fish-dock skies, you spoke so honestly
When the fisher-prophet slurred out we should stay

You’re the midnight-cycle angel-lighted silhouette
Who guided me through folklore’s tunnel trees
And we sat through tea-warm hours like sunshine vagrants
And we left a little of us to the sea

And the sunlight fills me
In the moonlight you get me
we made it
Copper cascades through dim-lit day.
I’m in love
from Georgian windows above.

You and me are one-point-eight miles
far apart
safe like ships: in the light.

We made it
We made it
We made it
We’re changing

Fire at night on beach-empty mind.
In my soul
the wind from the light horizon above.

Pack your thoughts like history book.
Here’s the calm:
I love you more than time.

We made it
We made it
We made it
We’re changing
lighthouse waltz
Song lyrics tuned into focus,
As soon as we met in that pub,
Where I spilled my beer and got jealous,
And left you to laugh and feel hurt.

So I bought a Kinder Egg “sorry”,
Stuttered and stumbled our kiss,
Thought you’d been killed when you slept in,
Got drunk, made you cry and then thought,

Never buy things you’d fear losing,
Only make friendships you would,
Everything changed when you gave me,
Something than no money could.

We took a trip down to Cornwall.
Ate our first curry knelt down.
Listened to songs in Paul’s treehouse.
Danced in the festival rain.

I met your mum up in Preston,
You met my folks in a pub,
We stuck our bed in a cupboard,
Visited Venice in love.

Never buy things you’d fear losing,
Only make friendships you would,
Everything changed when you gave me,
Something than no money could.

So goodbye familiar skyline
Where cranes are much taller than spires
I follow lights down the M5
Follow the lighthouse for life
tapestry
A feeling I had as a child
that haunted me,
I wove into tapestry
and turned away:
I knew there was something more,
behind just days.
And years piled up like stones;
oceans tide you far from home,
with tears in your smile.

You’re the other half
of that tapestry of childhood:
threadbare-perfect eyes
and a cinnamon smile.

Magic behind the leaves,
behind the wind,
lost on the ancient seas
where thoughts begin:
I felt there was something more
than us and hours.
And years piled up like stones;
oceans tide you far from home,
with tears in your smile.

You’re the other half
of that tapestry of childhood:
threadbare-perfect eyes
and a cinnamon smile.
Contributors
findlay mackinnon - drums & percussion
simon smith - bass
chris hope - piano, guitar & singing
tom jarvis - trumpet
nina mattiello-azadeh - cello
mike gilbert - shipping forecast
sophia jin - violin
sophie tran - violin
catherine tran - violin
rob blakeney - electric guitar solo
chris hope - orchestrated & produced
rob blakeney - mixed & mastered
matthew simpson - original artwork
denis ramplin - design consultant