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Truths Beckoning You
I got me a style looking for the truth now
In defining my style got addicted to you now
Couldn't stay single file till I bumped into you now
I got me away just to get to you now
It’s a long way to go
Long way to go
Stuck on your own, you know you got a long way to flow
And You're on your own
On your own now
And the truth is biting you and you know.
You're on your own
On your own now
And the truth is beckoning you, but you just cant go.
I got me a style that’s just constructed from you now
Got a face that’s disgraced by my own confusion
Why you so stylish when you're abusing?
I'll live but it won’t be because of you now
It’s a long way to go
Long way to go
Stuck on this land and your head’s in the sand
You're on your own
On your own now
And the truth is beckoning you, but you just cant go.
You're on your own
On your own now
And the truth is beckoning you, but you just cant go.
O you don't say no.
© Adrian Jones 2010
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Dear Fear (Live Studio)
04:23
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Dear fear.
You're always near to me.
Changing your face.
Changing your shape.
But always around.
Silence is your haunting sound.
Cold is your touch.
Dry is your taste.
You're ever changing faces
Are present in all my failings.
A picture of you,
Is always with me.
And when the day comes to an end
You roam the house, you take my bed
You sing me to sleep
You're all that i dream.
Dear fear.
I hear your voice its haunting.
In tempered winds.
You draw me in.
A colourless form
lurking in doorways in the dark.
In spiky hard rain.
On empty night trains you travel.
On cold iron railings bleeding rust
With prisms of dark light you cut
Me down to the quick,
Down to the bone.
And when its necessary
To be in the mortuary
Will you follow me through
The process of death?
Dear fear.
Chasing me home. My thoughts are with you alone.
Cant seem to think of anyone else.
You paralyse me in all that i be.
Dear fear, i declare to you:
I'll chase you down, and take all your power, and cut you in half and how I will laugh.
Dear fear, you have to leave my house.
A picture of you I'll never keep with me.
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I Think I’ll Run
There a look and now you found me
Drag me through the stream don’t drown me.
In the awesomeness I breathe,
I can’t help but feel deceived.
All my breath you took from me,
Inside I see a heart so free
I Chase your rainbows and their cause,
I trip and stumble now I'm lost.
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you?
I think I'll run.
Rose coloured spectacles around me.
Colour fill me up Surround me.
In the darkened I am free,
Dreaming strength pulls you to me,
But there's a cloud that’s in my way,
It’s impossible by day
To chase your rainbows and their cause,
I trip and stumble now I'm lost.
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you?
I think I'll run.
I think I’ll run. A thousand miles, away from here, from the smiles. Away from you, away from me, away from vulnerability. Away from the rain, the taste of pain.
I stop to breathe and run again.
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you tell?
Wont you?
I think I'll run.
© Adrian Jones 2010
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Drive me round the bend
I cant eat
I cant sleep
I cant stand up on my feet
I cant walk
Only crawl
And get driven up the wall
You've stood me up
Dragged me down
Rubbed my face in muddy ground
You’ve held me back
Took out your flack
On my aching head and back
But you can drive me round the bend if you still want to.
You can tie me to the fence if you still want to.
Coz you got a brand new car
Bein seen with you
Well, it just makes me a star
I dont like the way that you are
But if you changed
It would be strange..
Let me in your car.
All this pain
Its insane
You drag me through the field again
Make me weep
Its too deep
All my i calm just cant keep
And its true
Being with you
Keeps me couped up in a zoo
You burn the fire,
Light my rage
Watch me struggle in my cage.
But you can drive me round the bend if you still want to.
You can tie me to the fence if you still want to.
Coz you got a brand new car
And Bein seen with you
Well, it just makes me a star
I dont like the way that you are
But if you changed
It would be strange
Please- let me in your car.
I cant leave
Its all on you
You got my power
So Cut me loose
But i wont go
I'll follow you
To the dark side of the moon.
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Basement (Live Studio)
04:56
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Basement
Ode to the basement in my loft
That Just wont let me be
Enticing glances fuel intent
But contradict me
A heavy pull to go down there
Where the madmen dance in drunken trance
Fixated on their lewd romance
Never coming up for air
Or see the light of day
But i yearn to go their way
I want to touch and feel and taste
With furrowed brow, intentful face
Dark looks taunt away my base
A darkly play driven dancing case
Prancing naked in the haze
Of a mind thats lost inside the plays
teasing, flooding, darkly soft
In the basement of my loft
But O the light of dawn it breaks
And to its lofty morning takes
Me to the view of a life so pure
So pure
Of beauty clean and lively light
Of pure and simple, beauty white
Where angels fly and warmly smile
Call to freedom, to flight
But I long to go the way
Where these angels do not play
Trapped in the basement of my loft
But How to silence a sirens call?
Enticing me to graceless fall?
Where naked get before the flame
To spill and brim and murmur play
To draw the milky essence out
Demand tease abandon bout
Ode to a life so pure and soft
Without the basement in my loft.
© Adrian Jones 2012. All rights reserved.
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Hang On (Live Studio)
03:48
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Hang On
To Express what I feel in words
Would Cheapen the deal to me
Want to give myself to you
In a movie filled with tall trees
Don’t jump till you say you've done it all
Don’t drop till you know you've said it all
Don’t die till your embers burn out.
Though the edge is calling out,
jump away with no doubts
but till then:
Hang on. hang on.
Hang on. hang on.
Please be soft with me
I'm kind but I’m out of line
Intended to climb the staircase
But got blinded by my own design
Don’t jump till you say you've done it all
Don’t drop till you know you've said it all
Don’t die till your embers burn out.
Though the edge is calling out,
jump away with no doubts
but till then:
Hang on. hang on.
Hang on. hang on.
Can’t express what its all about
Can’t tell you my fears & my doubts
But I just can’t live without them now
Couldn’t reach where I aimed
Couldn’t stay to play the game
Couldn’t see the path in front
When I jumped. And I jumped.
Don’t jump till you say you've done it all
Hang On. Hang On.
Don’t drop till you know you've said it all
Hang On. Hang On.
© Adrian Jones 2010
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lyrics
Start Of Something New
Well It ain’t just the things
that I want from you now
It ain’t just the things
That I know to be true now
It ain’t just the feeling
In the cage of a soul here
That’s making me thin,
making me grow old, dear.
Meet me half way
Let the bad bad feelings be through
Meet me half way:
At the start, the start
Of Something New.
Can’t open myself
In a world made of fear
I Can’t sit and smile
In a world made of tears
Need you to cool
All my fires, all my rage
Need you to spell out
All the words on my page.
Meet me half way
Let the bad bad feelings be through
Meet me half way:
At the start, the start
Of Something New.
Now that this old tale of mine
From my world has been told.
Will you open yourself?
Shower me with your gold?
I'd give you my all.
Give you the music of my soul.
That we'd run & we'd chase the sun growing old.
© Adrian Jones 2010
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