1. |
Ghost
05:59
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GHOST
So long — it’s been so long now
So far — we’ve come so far so far
But the frame of thought and time
Is etched and grey
And as the cracks at last appear
I strangely sense you very near
Wild hair, raven dark and curling
A wry laugh, piercing pensive eyes
An A frame on a road forever changing
A small child without a hand to hold
The memories merge as the years fade by
And like a lost and callow youth
I stumble upon the hollow truth
In a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
Of a gentle friend
In a sweetly shaded room
A failing hologram
Flickering in my mind
A broken key
Lost in the folds of time
No pain ― no words of anger
No gain ― no deeper truth
But I can sense you now standing there
On your way to the masquerade
Dressed all in black like the Queen of Spades
In a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
A gentle friend
I won’t see again too soon
A failing hologram
Flickering in my brain
That the folds of time
Will never release again
Oh no…
SOLO MIDDLE EIGHT
Like a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
Of a bunch of friends
I won’t see again too soon
A tightly tangled scene
Etched into my brain
That the folds of time
Will never release again
Oh no…
© IAN LILBURNE 2005
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2. |
The Border
05:18
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THE
BORDER
I need a drink
Can you show me to the water?
You pick the pieces
And you throw them into the pot
You chase your shadows
You take on board the whole lot
You get the picture
You turn away
You feel conflicted
But you choose to stay
And in the end you don’t know if it’s real
Or just looks that way to you
Take me away
Take me away
Every time I see you you say something
That sneaks you a bit deeper
into my heart
I wonder what it would be like
For once to play the reciprocal part?
So many echoes
So many warnings
So many sunsets
Too few dawnings
I want to love you but I don’t know
if I oughta
Take me
Take me to the border
Take me
Right up to the line
MIDDLE EIGHT
Okay
We’ve been here before
Seems fine
And you know feelings change
Let’s check this out
Don’t bolt the gate
We’re only as deep as the friendships that we make
This is real
Don’t treat me like a fake
BREAK
I’ll pick you up and I’ll show you
to the border
I want to love you but I don’t know
if I oughta
So many echoes
So many warnings
So many sunsets
Too few dawnings
But every time I see you
you say something
That snakes you a bit deeper
into my heart
Take me
Take me to the border
Take me
Right up to the line
(So many echoes
So many warnings)
Take me
Take me to the border
(Many echoes
Many warnings)
Take me
I’m feeling fine
(So many sunsets
Too few dawnings)
Take me
I’m ready for your order
(Sunsets
Dawnings)
Take me
It’s right this time
(Echoes
Warnings)
I need a drink
Can you show me to the water?
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 2003
LYRIC: 2003 / 2009
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3. |
This Into Something
04:41
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THIS INTO
SOMETHING
I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
So what do you say?
Let’s get away
We could drive to the coast
We could stare at the sea
We could walk along the sand that sits by the river
We could even go bird watching — if we wanted to
So, how can we turn this into something?
So, how can we turn this into something
Worth waiting for?
So what do you say?
Let’s getaway
We could drive to the coast
We could swim in the sea
We could run along the sand
On the strand by the river
We could even go hang gliding — if we wanted to
Just me and you
In a sky so cascadingly clear
Over the hills and
Over the valleys and
All of the trees
The pines and the karris
With our bright plastic patterned wings
We could fly
Just you and I
I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
And I’m here in a circle of friends
So how can we turn this into something?
So how can we turn this into something
Worthwhile?
Or at least worth a smile
On a Sunday afternoon?
© IAN LILBURNE 1996|98
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4. |
Labyrinth
03:17
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LABYRINTH
I really don’t know what to say
Been on this case for a couple of days
And when I get close
It slips away
Like the waves on the sand
My sense of duty is wearing thin
I don’t where I should begin
Or where to turn to look again
Two
Three
Four
Where’s the key I’m searching for?
Zwei
Drei
Vier
What’s that word I long to hear?
I really don’t know what to say
Been on this trace for a couple of days
And when I get close it slips away
Like your hair through my fingers
My patience is wearing thin
I don’t know where to move my men
Or when to turn the clock again
I want to plant my feet on solid soil
I want fair return for my toil
This delay makes my blood boil
I really don’t know what to do
Everywhere I look I miss the clue
This labyrinth riddles you
© IAN LILBURNE 1986
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5. |
A Flicker in the Glass
05:51
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A FLICKER
IN THE GLASS
Some people think
And some people act
That’s a basic difference
And that’s a basic fact
Some think too much
Some act too fast
Some think love is real
Some think it can last
But you and me we come from such different sides of town
You are always up
While I am sometimes down
But being with you made me feel like a clown
And a prince at times
Life can be so strange in the mergers that it makes
But the thought of me and you
Well that really takes the cake
It seemed to work so well
I thought I’d won a prize
And even now I melt
When I look into your eyes
But I guess I should have known
That some things just don’t last
What seems solid now is just a flicker in the glass
And the promises we make how quickly they do pass
And seem like lies
It was so swift
It seemed to flow
But I hate to say
Easy come, easy go
I guess I should be grateful for your staring me apart
It let me rebuild from the ground up
I never would’ve done that if you hadn’t crossed my heart
And left me lying there
It’s okay, don’t worry I’ll be fine
I know when to open-up and where to draw the line
I’ve lived alone before
You know it suits me very well
And our love’s not the first to waltz through hell
You and me we come from such different sides of town
You are always up
While I am sometimes down
But being with you made me feel like a clown
A very lucky fool
A lucky fool
Very lucky
© IAN LILBURNE
5 JULY 2003
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6. |
Stay
03:07
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STAY
“Stay”
She said
Not looking me in the eye
“I’ve got a packet of cigarettes
And a bottle of red wine
We can listen to music
And perhaps you’d light a fire
It’s still early
And I’d like you to
Stay
For a while
Just a little while”
“Won’t you stay
With me
We can sit by the fire
And you can tell me
All about your work
I’d like to hear it
And I mean that don’t you know
It’s still early
And I’d like you to stay
“Diego Wapornay
I’d like your company
“Won’t you stay,”
She said
In a way that made me smile
“And when it gets quiet
Then perhaps we’ll go to bed
And you can hold me
While we sleep
It’s still early
And I’d like you to
Stay”
© IAN LILBURNE
Music: 1981
LYRIC: 1985
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7. |
The Night
04:37
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THE
NIGHT
The Night
It’s sleek
Like a limousine
Like a velvet cat
To chase the thief
Let us out
Let our hearts run wild
Let our hearts run free
You know what I mean?
The night
We’ll dive into the getaway car
Drive to the sea
Moonlight walk the shore
Watch the tide
Pulse
Through a jagged reef
And the silhouette pines
Wave in the wind
A kiss
Deep
Like a well of fire
From two restless flames
Mingling
Marking time
Waiting for that kindling spark
The go-ahead sign
A green light
Tonight
We’ll climb into the limousine
And we’ll chase the thief
As he prowls the streets
Watch him hide
Watch his hands run wild
Watch his hands run free
You know what I mean?
The Night
It’s sleek
It’s like a limousine
It’s light a moonlit beach
Did we catch the thief
Then let him out
Let his hands run wild
Let his hands run free
You know what I mean?
Have you seen any silver
limousines lately?
What about little green
getaway cars?
© IAN LILBURNE 1985
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8. |
Water
03:24
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WATER
I love your face in this half light
At the back of the room when it’s
Late at night
The way the spark pirouettes through your eyes
When you catch me watching
And you start to smile
Down we go
Down we go
Oh down we go
To the water
The water and light
I love the way you run your hands through your hair
Lift and hold it while you gently tilt your head
It’s a kind of preening but you just don’t know
As I watch you
I feel so warm
CHORUS
(Double length)
The water of love
SOLO
And I don’t know
If my love will set you free
And I don’t know
If you’re the woman for me
I somehow doubt
That I’m the man for you
But I’d love it if this love that we have were true
CHORUS
(Triple length)
The water of life
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: AUGUST 2005
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9. |
Get Naked
04:08
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GET
NAKED
You came along at a bad time
I was busy
Didn’t want to be disturbed
I took it as a bad sign
Like in that Cream song
It was all just too hard
But you ran a strong line
Kept coming on in those emails
And all that stuff
I held off for a long time
But in the end I just had enough
Get naked
Come on let’s see what this is all about
Open up your heart
Make me scream and shout
Get naked
Come on, let’s make this real
Show me what you think
And what you really feel
When you’re naked
I’ve heard it said
You were a strange little girl
Off inside your head
In your own little world
Well from where I sit
Your lights are now all switched on
Like you might be home
Like you might really
Get naked
Come on let’s make this real
Show me what we think
And what you really feel
When you’re naked
Come on, let’s see what this is all about
Bowl me over backwards
Make me scream and shout
SOLO
People say you’re a cool kind of girl
A fighter and a faker
With a whimsical turn
Sorry to hear
You run so hot and cold
Cause you come on so strong
Come on so bold
When you’re naked
Come on let’s make this really real
Show me what you think
And what you really feel
When you’re naked
Ah tear off that tartan skirt
Bowl me over backwards
Make it really hurt
You came along at a bad time
You came along at a bad time
You came along at a bad time
© IAN LILBURNE 2003
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10. |
J Paul Getty Blues
04:10
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J. PAUL
GETTY
BLUES
A femme fatale
A femme fatale
A femme fatale
No ordinary girl
Someone so wild
Someone so strong
To keep you trembling
All night long
Enclosed
Complete
Secure
Keep you on your toes
Whenever she is near
To open to her in a swoon
A rush of love
A self-inflicted wound
Drop your guard
You risk it all
You become the beggar
To her beck and her call
And she’s so cool
So capricious
So contained
With her perfect looks
And her perfect aim
This game is futile
Any treaty fragile
But this femme fatale
Is no ordinary girl
You wouldn’t have it
Any other way
Win or lose
It’s all the same
A femme fatale
A femme fatale
A femme fatale
No ordinary girl
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 1981
LYRIC: 1985 | 1997 | 2017
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11. |
No Way Home
03:27
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NO
WAY
HOME
You’ve been here before
If not, you should’a been
This is where the magic starts
No way home
No way home
The tide is low
The cape unchartered
You’re on watch alone
And It’s kind of scary
And it’s kind of s strange
And you’re feeling daunted
By all this change
And you don’t know if the boatman
Even knows your name
Or whether he’ll be calling
Back this way again
No way home
No way home
The wind is wild
The night moonless
The skipper’s dozing at the helm
No way home
No way home
You’ve been here before
If not, you should’a been
This is where the magic starts
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 16 NOVEMBER 2005
LYRIC: 2005 / 2009
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12. |
Against The Odds
04:30
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AGAINST
THE ODDS
(THE LAST DAY OF AUGUST)
A princess died
In a very modern way
In a tunnel by the Seine
In a Mercedes Benz
She was trying to get away
As we tried to pin her down
She was trying to get away
Against the odds
And I saw her face
maybe a million times
I couldn’t miss her if I tried
Even if I wanted to
Sure, in a way it was a farce
A paparazzi feast
But she wasn’t that bad
Against the odds
And the last day of August
May never quite be the same
MIDDLE EIGHT
What was the mood in that car?
Was she laughing at the thrill
Of giving us all the slip?
Or was she seething
with rage to get away?
Just to be left alone?
And I saw her heart
As she turned the other way
It was raw and it was hurt
And I knew she
wouldn’t say anything
Yeah I liked her style
The way she tried
To keep things close
At least she seemed to try
Against the odds
And the last day of August
May never quite be the same
No the last day of August
May never quite be the same
Don’t you think?
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC + LYRIC: 1997 / 2010
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13. |
The Dancer
03:56
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THE
DANCER
The dancer dances
An emerald flame
I’ve seen her face in many disguises
I know her name
And when I’m in this state of mind
I want to forget myself
I want reality to break down
I want no distinctions left
See her body bending
Blithe in the way it flows
Feel her passion burning
Indifferent to where it goes
And when she’s in this state of mind
She wants to forget herself
She wants reality to break down
She can think of nothing else
She doesn’t want to laugh about it
She doesn’t want to speak
She wants that fire
The chilling desire
Cavorting her to her feet
SOLO
The dancer dances
An emerald flame
I’ve seen her face in many disguises
I know her name
And when she’s in this state of mind
I want to forget myself
Let Dionysus run wild
I want no distictions left
I don’t want to talk about it
I don’t want to fight
I want that fire
That chilling desire
Cavorting me with it’s might
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 1985
LYRIC: 1985 / 1997 / 2010
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14. |
Lolita
02:59
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LOLITA
In the corner of an afternoon
Settle down and listen
In a back bar room
To a three piece band
With worn and sassy shoes
And a lady named Lolita singing blues
The times are strange
But the cause is true
Sure, there’s always better things to do
But the music’s sweet
And you’ve nothing left to lose
And you love the way Lolita sings the blues
And as the afternoon
Slips away
A bleary drunkenness
Seduces you
You stay
You ride her syncopation
You pick the clues
She’s lived it all
She knows her muse
A tripping tongue
A sullen titillation
The ragged grin of a tart insinuation…
A limpid light appears between the lines
Where thought
And art
And luck
Intertwine
Through the hollow of an afternoon
Lolita sings a doleful tune
In a honeyed voice
Of dark and scumbled hue
From the dearth of love
Lolita sings the blues
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 1977
LYRIC: 1997 | 2010
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15. |
Cast My Twisted Ways
03:13
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CAST MY
TWISTED
WAYS
I once loved a girl
With a captivating name
But hey,
You don’t need to know her name
I met her one strange time
When my heart was spinning round
And luck was playing a wicked game
And I love her
She brightens my day with her night
Yes I love her
She brightens my day with her night
She casts my twisted ways
In a pristine light.
MIDDLE EIGHT
Love has many strains
Some true, some strange
And some spin you round
Without any reason
You try to be true
Do the best you can do
But in the end
That can make little difference
BREAK
This world is pretty weird
Wild at heart
And relentless as change
And fate can flick you either way
You lose yourself to time
Think that things are doing just fine
Then an ill wind blows it all away
But I love her
She brightens my day with her night
Yes I love her
She brightens my day with her night
She casts my twisted ways
In a pristine light
© IAN LILBURNE
MUSIC: 1972 | 2002
LYRIC: 1972 | 2002 -4
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