Long Until the Dark Comes to Bruise the Sky

Routine icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the Hand. Cannot. Erase. LP by Steven Wilson icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

What do I do with all the children’s clothes
Such tiny things that still smell of them
And the footprints in the hallway
Onto my knees, scrub them away

And how to be of use
Make the tea and the soup
All of their favorites, throw them away
And all the schoolbooks
And their running shoes
Washing them clean in a dirty steel sink

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep

And keep making beds
And keep the cat fed
Open the windows, let the air in
And keep the house clean
And keep the routine
Paintings they made still stuck to the fridge

Keep cleaning
Keep ironing
Cooking their meals on the stainless steel hob
Keep washing
Keep scrubbing
Long until the dark comes to bruise the sky
Deep in debt to the night

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Helps me to sleep

The most beautiful morning, forever
Like the ones from far off away
With the hum of the bees in the jasmine sway
Don’t ever let go
Try to let go

The Laugh that Love Could Not Forgive

Think of Me With Kindness icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the Octopus LP by Gentle Giant icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
“Think of Me With Kindness” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

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Aspirations icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 03 from The Power and the Glory LP)
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His Last Voyage icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the Free Hand LP)
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Choke On the Memory

A Salesman’s Guide to Non-Existence icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP by Thank You Scientist icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
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Thank You Scientist's "Maps of Non-Existent Places" album cover. [Formatted]

Blood on the Radio icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 04 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP)
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Suspicious Waveforms icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 06 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP)


The gents in Thank You Scientist icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 follow an interesting business model: give music lessons while out on tour promoting an under-appreciated album.

Back to Yesterday

Nothing Again icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 08 from the High & Mighty LP by Gov’t Mule icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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We all tried to warn you, but you already knew
So you blame it on jealousy, you say the rumors are untrue
But you feel yourself slipping away

You awoke from a dream, things were different than now
You were gonna be a superstar, Elvis was teaching you how

You met a man in a suit
He said “Sign on the line, but you’ll need a little something to help you unwind”

You got to ride like Hell
Your face into the wind
One day you’re everything
Then you’re nothing again

We all know that the journey means more than where you wind up
But they don’t know what it’s like to drink from your cup
Still they got something to say

You met a girl on the highway, she made you feel like a man
But somewhere along the way, your poor heart just caved in

So you smoke a little that and you drink a little this
And soon you can’t separate the misery from the bliss

You got to ride like Hell
Your face into the wind
One day you’re everything
Then you’re nothing again

Anyone can be blinded, caught up in the lust
But we all must go back to our own dust
Back to yesterday

One cold night in the sixties, in a small town serene
A young boy sits and stares at a black and white screen

He’s caught up in the rhythm, the words and the sound
And it feels just like a ticket out of this town

You got to ride like Hell
Your face into the wind
One day you’re everything
Then you’re nothing again