Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. Album

Don't let the silence get you down,
Though you've been sittin' here for hours,
Hoping a voice could soon be found
That speaks much louder that this music.

If you're a little off colour and,
Out for the count,
Don't let it get you down.

Don't let the talking keep you up,
If they're your friends they share your vision,
And as the phone ring breaks the silence they figure out that you don't want to answer.

If you're a little off colour and
Tired of the sounds
Don't let it get you down.

Don't let the people make you think
That just because you're young you're useless
You know it's not naive to think that you can change the things around
And that no man is an island.

For I'd rather be a pebble than
An ocean vast and dry
Alone they make no sounds

Take a look at the oak trees
In the park standing tall
like a tower of resilience
despite the leaves that fall.
Stripping them back to their
fraught frames, all naked
and on display. Like us they
dress for the season. It will soon be spring again. But you and I were not designed
to be evergreens i guess
that it's time to long for
april to come. Am i willing
to wait here again? Although
I'm hungry and I'm tired and
all the bridges I made on the
way are quickly turning into
fires and as the embers are
growing and no phoenix emerge
I guess another set back is
another lesson learnt.
Let's strip it back to the bare bones,
though not a matter of choice,
there's still something of worth
in just an acoustic and a voice.
As the new shoots start growing
at the start of the year,
the tree is ready to deliver
despite inital years

I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental ....
And your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another beer
To drink untill tomorrow to forget that we're stil alive.

Drinking to forget
always breaths regrets
dissolusioned faces upon friends and silver meths
I do believe that my
self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure while i'm breaking on the inside

I'm sick of making sure
I'm sick of sitting with my.....
telling people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more, than the self indulgant rantings, closure for the times that have let you down
you know I need you around

Well I'm still here, long overdue, but it feels like coming alive for pastures new.

So this ones for the friends
If not so for themselves
and this new lifes directing us
....
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors of stone
but I'd rather wake there any day
than wake up here alone

I spy with my little eye something that begins with 'I don't care',
That this song, has a melody.
Or that the beats are not complex,
I'm just trying to make you sing,
And not be perplexed.
It doesn't mean any less

Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then why are you singing out?
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then why are you singing out?
Why are you singing out?

And I spy with my little eye something that begins with 'I have just',
I have just begun to realise.
Put on my favourite song,
Forgot this style instructs you to sing aloud
Why don't you sing along?

It goes,
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then why are you singing out?
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then why are you singing out?
And I can hear you singing,
La la la la la la la la la laaa,
You're singing,
La la la la la laa

It doesn't matter that this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to do
What I'm supposed to do

It doesn't matter that this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to do

And can you hear me going?
La la la la la la la la la laaa,
La la la la la la la la la laaa,

Now it doesn't matter that this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to do

You need a little light in your life,
a safety net so you're not so blind.
Like hidden torches in the paper rounds of old,
And magazines so gently thumbed by landing lights.
When you were young as the radio would talk you off to sleep.
Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights
as they long to guide you home from time to time.
Neon lights and screaching times
swarm like moths to pier fires on the stretch about a mile from home.
It seems a millon miles away as we were are walking in the gaze
of the green eyed monster on the banks of waterloo

Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights
and they long to guide you home, you've got to
get out of this place, get out of this place,
get out of this place, while your still alive Sam

Take some time then soon repress the thoughts of walks in dungeness
and the lighthouse keeper as he keeps the boats at bay,
remembering this little light that shines in westcliff park Drive,
a suburban lighthouse when you need to feel safe.
The city tonight does not feel as warm as those winter fires
and its good to be home from time to time

If this is the war of the worlds,
Then I don't want to be a part.
If this is the war of the worlds,
Then I don't want to be a part.

Too busy, too busy, too busy
To talk, you said I wouldn't know.
Too busy, too busy, too busy
To understand its time to go.
And so the next time that you need me don't expect a call.

And this is the weight of the worlds,
I think it's time for us to part.
And this is the weight of the worlds,
I think it's time for us to part.

Too busy, too busy, too busy
to talk, you said I wouldn't know.
Too busy, too busy, too busy
To understand it's time to go.
And so the next time that you need me don't expect a call.

And we're willing to waste away, like this.
When everything's gone okay til you've gone a miss.
And all I could be, everything you want me to be.
But we haven't spoke in days,
Yet infact it's been a matter of weeks.
And so the next time that you need me don't expect a call

You say it's fair, a labour source for the masses,
pproviding cheap garments we can sell and brand,
as a new and hopeful answer to an existence so bland.
Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy.
You do not have to be a coat hanger for a corporation in a market that's lost the plot.
You decide if it's worth having their blood on your hands just to weat the latest Nikes.
Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy.
If I had a cape, that made me dissapear,
I'd fly around the world foro days just so I could hear,
the rich count their dimes whilst the Africans cry,
andn record it on a tape and stream it high across the sky.
Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy it

You say "go find yourself a new home."
But isn't it a bit infantile to consider yourself the judge,
of soneone's rights to start a better life?
Today you say: "go find yourself a new home"
But tommorow when you find yourself away,
I ask you to stop and think about your prejudice becuse you forgot about something:
You're not even 'native' and yet you've found your way home.
it's ironic that people that cast the stones are always the first to moan
when the stones are thrown at them

Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality,
when the truth is endemol can't save you from mundane existence.
Twelve unknowns light up 7 million homes,
yet the news at ten is barely watched,
as it's the same old war again.
Lets talk about romance,
romance is dead.
An ideology exploited for commercial gain.
They want you to fall in love
with the idea of being in love,
because nothing says I love you better than flowers and chocolates and cards.

But its all right now,
I can see clearer now,
its all right now,
now your head is up out of the clouds.

You can call me a cynic,
but at least I'm realistic.
I went to Ikea today,
it didn't change my life.
Yet everyone in my street is going Scandinavian,
it's like the upper east side in semi-detached suburban Britain.
You have to ask yourself why?
Its like whitewash is brainwash,
they're diluting out style

It's one of those times that I,
Can't seem to find the words or thoughts,
these hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind,
and its not been a matter of days
in fact its felt like an age since i last sat down or,
saw a town that wasn't linked by shores.

And fatigues soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear,
you are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud,
for none of us want to sit,
in evaluations taking notes for hours,
we're all sick and tired of waiting, lets set sail.

And fatigues soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

Why do we look to the tide when,
we find that our minds are getting stale,
why does it bag me this place on the waves,
and are we looking for meaning, from demeaning,
the soul destroying task,
we do all the time on the shore.

And as i picture you on the television,
talking all the seller hook past all the people walking,
its about then that I realise that your the same as me,
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for,
the thing that makes this grind worth surviving baby,
I won't wait long for one little moment,
where our dream's to feel alive.

And as i picture you on the television,
talking all the seller hook past all the people walking,
its about then that I realise that your the same as me,
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for,
the thing that makes this grind worth surviving baby,
I won't wait long for one little moment,
where our dream's to feel alive

You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.
You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year thats gone.

You favour progression over honesty,
Whilst you pick apart the misguided things that you thought about me.
If you took the time just to get a clue,
Than you'll probably just realise I'm the same as you.

You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.
You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year thats gone.

And in the last 12 months,
I've felt like a stopgap
And a punchbag and a doormat,
But I'm better than that.

And I don't want to feel,
That the only thing that can make me real
Is the fact that I can sing and write
For the joy of someone else.

You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.
You can call them chronicles,
You can call them songs,
It's an aural rhetoric for the year thats gone

I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental ....
By your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another beer
Drink untill tomorrow to forget that we're stil alive.

Drinking to forget
always breaths regrets
dissolusion faces upon friends and silver meths
I do believe that my
self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure while i'm breaking on the inside

I'm sick of makeing sure
I'm sick of sitting with my.....
telling people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more, than the self indulgant rantings, closure for the times that have let you down
you know I need you around

Well I'm still here, long overdue, but it seems like your.....

So this ones for the friends
If not so for themselves
and this new lifes directing us
....
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors of stone
but I'd rather wake there any day
than wake up here alone