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KINGDOM OF DUST - RES101CD
A mini album of songs in collaboration with
Richard Bariberi, Steve Jansen & Mick Karn
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The Hands of Che Guevara (Barbieri/Jakszyk)
She had a face for memories
I wore a disguise
She lit the burning questions
While I ran out of replies
I fumbled for safety in an empty box of lies
She stole the map of all the places I could hide.
And caught in the madness that instinct pursues
Broken pieces here in my hands
Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to lose
Don't fool yourself boy's
Make sense
It couldn't get much harder
If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara'
I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?'
'William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara'
Sometimes I crave this poison
Something in me dies
And she says it's sabotage
So why act so surprised
And caught in the madness that instinct pursues
Broken pieces here in my hands
Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to lose
Though they told me I don't understand
Staring at someone, but I never knew who
It somehow never goes how you planned
Better mind your own business
Say what's it to you
Don't fool yourself boy's
Make sense
It couldn't get much harder
If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara'
I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?'
'William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara'
In your voice
In your call
I see the hands of Che Guevara
In your cry
When you fall
I see the hands of Che Guevara
In the sky
Above it all
I see the hands of Che Guevara
Drowning In My Sleep (Jansen/Jakszyk)
Oh I wished I'd never prayed for rain
Sometimes you wish so hard for something
Until you wished it never came
There goes another miracle explained
When all the mystery has vanished
Only history remains
I'm drowning in my sleep
Every time I try to speak
Words jump overboard and silence drags me down
Another dream admits defeat
And leaves it's wreckage on the reef
Who wants survivors with our language run aground
What did you expect?
Beneath the mustard gas and roses
And the ruins of neglect
Oh it's just the science of the flesh
Another species bound for trouble
Another unpaid debt
I'm drowning in my sleep
Every time I try to speak
Words jump overboard and silence drags me down
Another dream admits defeat
And leaves it's wreckage on the reef
Who wants survivors with our language run aground
My head's above the water
But my arms are getting weak
The tide keeps getting stronger
And now I'm drowning in my sleep
It's Only the Moon (Barbieri/Jaksyk)
When I lived in his Kingdom of dust
He would rule over us like a tyrant
In the absence of words
I would whisper away to my self
Saying prayers for and end
Or simply pretend to be sleeping
And the palms of my hands read stranger than fiction
Each trace of memory gagged and bound
And left to drown it's always too soon
Each ray of sunlight broke this dream
But it's not what it seems
It's only the moon
Unlike children at play
No one dare stain the silence with laughter
As if winter descends
On the great expectation of hope
I would dream of a world
I could merely erase with my fingers
And the palms of my hands read stranger than fiction
Each trace of memory gagged and bound
And left to drown it's always too soon
Each ray of sunlight broke this dream
But it's not what it seems
It's only the moon
The Judas Kiss (Jansen/Jakszyk)
All in all
I felt so small
What passed for pride had given in
Blow by blow
As failings show
The same excuses wearing thin
On and on
We sail beyond
Just when the tide was coming in
One by one
Each ray of sun
Somehow never reached my skin
Desperation formed the fool that I'd become
And rhyme & reason lose a war not yet begun
Next time it comes to this
The frozen lips of the Judas kiss, I'll be gone
Next time it wont exist
The beating hearts and another twist in my tongue
Day by day
I saw you change
Just like winter changed the trees
Heart to heart
Torn apart
I'm still immune to days like these
Line by line
Of precious time
I watched the side that no one sees
Head to head
What's left unsaid
Scattered ashes on the sea
Desperation formed the fool that I'd become
And rhyme & reason lose a war not yet begun
Next time it comes to this
The frozen lips of the Judas kiss, I'll be gone
Next time it wont exist
The beating hearts and another twist in my tongue
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