HELL YEAH, JIM LOCKEY & THE SOLEMN SUN!

 

Atlases

All these atlases will gasp under flashing lights and smoke and fireworks.
Cause if all we have are lightening hands,
You'll have to hold my place and uniform for me.
Cause if this party's ending I don't wanna leave.
This pavements cold,
The night has frozen over.
This coat is my shield and am safe inside of here forever,
Until these headlight eyes will bend and break behind the sirens
As advertising for the last recruits distorts this silence.
This city's old,
A carbon copied island of office blocks, shops and criminals in suits that fight like lions,
And now the sky explodes in technicolour shards of fire,
And here I lie the hunted with my shield,
I'm poised for violence.
Cause if all we have are lightening hands,
Idle minds and misled plans,
Currencies that burn our hands,
And power fights to conquer lands,
Then we're alone our redrawn maps,
Are atlases that just collapse.

Aragon Pt. 2

There's animations on ceilings,
We'll spider crawl up the walls.
You can sit here for hours,
Yeah you can talk and trip balls.
But why can't this be home.
I guess that I'm leaving but I don't know when,
But I'll leave this safe little stories pretense,
That I will return here once in a while,
With arms full of gold and the largest of smiles,
Cause I can save myself from anyone but you.

Mothers & Fathers

So, it's so quiet in here,
Old faces have told stories to newly-deaf ears
So I make my excuses and go home,
Through the bustling streets of the golden townsmen,
With the notion if what's made me the man I've become.
We fought as brothers like cowboys with guns,
Now we're all equal and proud citizens.
We'll hold our mother close to our hearts,
Our father's a soldier or a king in our eyes,
We don't have religion, my families my god,
We'll find faith in stories of how we've grown old.
I remember days when Joe would say, that he'd teach me to swim today,
But he's already too far away to ever catch him up.
And off he'd go down sunlit dunes and skip in deep into seas of blue,
We wouldn't see him til night is due, his heart stays with the waves.
So, we've been quiet this year,
I guess our paper cups had their string cut somewhere,
If all we can hold, is on to our fathers,
The law of our land,
This old beaten heart sleeps so quiet.

Morning Wake Up

I'll follow your fable for thousands of lands,
Whilst I wait for this evening to finally remand mine dreams of the comfort of your face in my hands,
Cause I love you.
So here we are in this same old town,
But it can only hold us for now,
I hear bugging cities shout.
This ain't a science,
But I'll be your cure,
It's all decided that I'll be your morning wake up when...
Cause love isn't something I'd pretend
Like a marching band soldier with a wild rationale,
A tin can toy snare drum and the stories to tell,
And if I ever make it out alive from this hell,
Then I'll take you.

Waitress

The waitress has a look upon here face that says she's torn,
She smokes cheap menthol cigarettes,
Wears scars of forgone wars,
I wait, across the enemy lines,
In this passenger seat.
She holds the steering wheel and drives us from this place,
I know that she's not saying much but silence makes us brave,
As we listen to radio news about how England's lost it's faith.
She spends her days avoiding preachers on the street,
She's an unholy radical,
A nameless body breached,
In this unfriendly action of avoiding things that she don't wanna know.
She'll make home in time to see you rise,
And she will just selfishly sit there and wait for you to save her life.
And your eyes are dead and your body just divides,
Home's so cold,
But you'll wait...
So much colder.
This evening we've spent,
I'll never know what she meant,
About bodies of water and old cold beds,
This is the evening...

Battles

They dream of glories of gold,
I'll bore them with stories of ghosts,
Yeah, when I set fire to my last bridge back home.
What is this world that we save,
We're left to paint here alone in our caves as the least among us chase fortunes and fame.
We'll set these cities and rules to rights,
And we'll be the engine that fuels the fight,
Lets hope your history books understand why...
See darling, this house ain't a home,
It's heart beats but it's never whole,
We're in a fragile fortune tellers crystal ball,
Our faithful save face in the sky.
We'll all join this battles disguise of a loyal army's anaesthetised.

Machines

This heart is my only weapon,
This voice is all the ammunition I need,
This body encompassing in a tank like position.
But my words won't turn a profit,
So ignored I'll just watch you win.
I don't believe in you,
You're not selling me,
On anything you sat.
You'll watch as this city shivers
The brave eyes,
The streets that mourn and creep,
You gods with all your ambitions,
You won't save us you'll just make us weak,
So go save yourselves from your devils,
There's no way your money'll save you now.
How powerless are you to protect us,
When it's all you're paid to do.
I'm not a machine,
I'm not falling into line,
You're not controlling me,
You'll make young hearts bleed,
Selling your devices or the tearing at the seams.

Caskets & Bibles

Throw me in this casket, throw your bible in as well,
If I can't live the way I want I might as well die in my hell,
If could share the secrets of the world caught in my eyes,
I wouldn't charge you for the privilege or convince you that I'm right.
And when we're sleeping, if cant save you no one will,
We're all just pawns in this shit.
This body is cold,
Lets wait for the answers to show,
Everything we want to know,
About questions the masters bestow,
Or live like the answers we are,
Reject all the questions we've asked,
And live how these people believe, cause I'm happy living this dream.
You'd know I'd like to save you all.

Boat Song

I'll start my life out on the seas, away from waving families
(Found washed up) walking on the beach of a fishing town in June.
I'll have all my words for company, a few shards of new currency,
A lamp to show the evening in and wake me when it leaves.
But here I am, still on these sands,
If these tall buildings part for me then I'll row myself to sovereignty,
No people creeping/marching streets will keep me from my seas,
If all my things were packed in neat,
A quick stiff drink to help me sleep,
Then I'll wade out til it's too deep,
And row myself away,
But here I am, still on these sands, with you,
Here's to your pier city,
As I save this monologue.
It seems weeks since you have talked to be whilst I've built this new economy,
Of practicing excuses of why it is I had to leave,
I said "if these tall buildings part for me..." But I guess that only works for me,
In working out why these streets have never been my home,
Yes I know, that I will row, alone.

Vessels

The songs from the lower deck,
The dissent of men they set the story of all flags aligned,
The old proletariat's voice, the only one, resigns.
They'll share seven stories of hell in their lives.
The captain is calling them out in the night.
The ghost of the gamblers out on the deck,
They'll take their craps dice and cards back to bed,
Cause they know these waters of white don't mean friendly rest.
Screams from the captain, of "all men on deck, bravest of men who'll go down with the wreck, we hand you our lives, get us out of this mess and then..."
This white water's cold with the depth of a lonely soul.
On coral reef beds lie the treasures of captains spent,
The white waters hold all the debts of the sailors gold.
But this tryst is all we know.
Bodies of water and fire on the deck,,watch as these vessels go down in distress,
The captain and crewmen in their state, arresting love.
Send out the vultures, all lenses of eyes,
To watch as the periled, denounced now resigned,
Are captives and all that the captain intended to die,
You're god is lonely, go to him, and sink into green seas that stain your skin.
And hide out in beds made of coral reef,
As your captain is calling you to sleep.

England's Dead

The blood of your brothers that built these roads for the unholy lovers that fill your homes.
Bleeding cities and states, oh where you're leading has turned that away.
The witches that try to turn the fleet,
Burn the bridges we need to cross to meet.
Your fathers are calling you out in this war,
Oh what are you fighting for?
A holy road?
The blood of your brothers that built these roads for the unholy lovers that fill your homes.
Bleeding cities and states,
Oh where you're leading has turned into "you're either one of them or one of us".
The witches that try to turn the fleet,
Burn the bridges we need to cross to meet,
Your fathers are calling you out in this war,
But what are you fighting for?
A lowly rose?
You're either one of them or one of us.

A Song About Death

If all my love is somewhere in the pastures,
And though my body will soon be turned to coal,
Well I guess if I'm the only one that's fighting,
I'll still be left here when the city turns to gold.
Hold me down,
And wake my body up,
Holy light,
Take me down with those,
With trembling bones.
The sun will rise beneath me and open up your day,
Relive my sins and forgive me my simplest mistakes,
See it's true this heart has lost it's beat so I'll live on in yours instead,
But I will never weight it down with my regrets.
This is how the old man comes to take me,
This is how the old man takes a life,
This is how the old man comes to break me,
Slipping down the sidelines of the world that's in your mind.
See the sun will rise beneath me and open up your day,
Relive my sins and forgive me my simplest mistakes,
See it's true this heart has lost it's beat but I'll live on in yours instead,
But I will never weigh it down with my regrets.
If all my love is somewhere in the pastures,
And thought my body will soon return to coal,
Well I guess if I'm the only one that's fighting,
I'll still be left here when this city turns.

Warriors

If I was the warrior,
Who will fight for his sons and daughters and all their rights,
Well I'd be at the bottom of this ladder but I guess that's alright.
And I'd be the criminal man,
In the dark of the night.
But if I was The Lord who rides in the night with his dogs and horses and has a fight,
Well I'd be the top of this ladder and what everyone likes.
And I'd be the saviour of this kingdom,
Well yeah fucking right.
Our children play down by the waterside,
While my wife softly sings to herself,
I will be riding for hours to the battleground,
Where all these warriors fight for their pockets of gold and their lives.
If I was The Lord who will cower with shields,
These castles are building themselves as we kneel,
And we'll be the bottom of this ladder but I guess that's alright.
And you'll be the saviour of this kingdom,
Well yeah fucking right.
Our children are left in this silence,
In the wake of what we've left behind.
Oh but if all that they have us a spirit that's whole then they're richer then men with their houses of gold.
And they're braver than all of these warriors,
'Cause they know that love is to have all you need,
But you will be chased by the gods for your bodies my friends.
For the rest of your life,
'Til the last blink of the all-seeing eye.

Wishing Well

Well, I guess this ol' bible won't take you home.
In the same way this city will go after your soul,
And I know it's not the same when your daughter's in the reins,
But someday she will comfort you.
I guess this is the end my friend,
The world's come after you,
But I guess that's what you wanted it to do.
The whole congregation and it's war of wits,
Makes the body you're raised in just a ball of fists,
And I know it's not the same when your lover's lost her way,
But someday she will comfort you.
Please don't get me wrong my friend,
I know you're fighting through...
I see this killing you.
So leave your doubts in that bottle on the bar room shelf,
'Cause there ain't nobody here gonna help you out of this wishing well,
I guess we're all tribal when the moon is low,
And this city of rivals are just the brothers you know.
So leave your men at their station all hollering hell,
There ain't nobody here gonna help you out of this wishing well.

Everything And The Heart

 

The old winter singer set fire to the bar,
She was born a sinner but I guess we all are.
The city has been shaking for days since the old town parade,
The marching of soldiers is all that remains.
There's something inside of you that breaks when the war is through,
We'll sleep out for days,
When all that remains is pulling you through.
The broken bodies line the coast.
Yeah these streets will guide you but they won't take you home,
Take me home.
Somebody showed her the way out,
But nothing more.
Just witches speak and bloody floors.
"The walls go first" they said "in a cavalcade,
Of bricks and paint and memories claimed.
Your brothers built and empire in the sodden soil,
Where the riches meet with the fallen foes,
And this is all they give to you.
A nervous life and a ticking clock,
Weaponry,
Enemies and fears you need to believe.
To leave."

Sail Me Down This River

Sail me down this river please alone.
The mark of our society is a shiny gold coin.
I'd rather be forgotten in the history books
Than remembered for falling into line.

Our Fathers

The river you washed me from your hands in,
Is where you're growing old.
Your temple, your body, your mind and your soul are being followed.
Live a thunderbolt into your eyes you see that your close,
Like the city snakes the road.
Like dogs we will fight, alone.
Like borders we define our homes.
When our fathers fall,
We'll be under the weight of the world,
But we know their heart, is our own.
We sing our fathers are born in these ancient roles,
To be all we wanted and save us from all we know.
We sing our fathers are born in these ancient roles,
And soon you will follow in put thoughts, when you fall.

Home/Hospitals

 

You'll find love in the hospital in the eyes of the weak,
Behind the mountains of windows climbing out of these streets.
There's no air in this room left to breath,
I can barely speak.
Sirens are howling outside over silence and beeps.
But I'm an adventurer alone on the seas of the space between hospital beds and machines.
These rattling chains shake these walls and I'm cold,
As everyone sleeps and the city it creeps and it groans.
It's not home,
It's not anywhere near where I thought I'd grow old but I guess that I'm next to go.
I've drawn a line on the sand between my life and death I'm alone.
But I wasn't born and raised for the funeral home.
'Cause I'm an adventurer alone on the seas of the space between hospital beds and machines.
These rattling chains shake these walls and I fold,
While everyone sleeps,
My body,
It forfeits my bones.
Tell yourself you're free.

Oh Holy Magda

Oh holy Magda, you wait on the shore,
You left your boat moored and walked out alone.
We should share secrets, deep down by the lake,
But oh holy Magda your courage has aged.
You'll breathe in slowly through lines on your face,
But no one can save you inside of this place.
And I'll give up and go on my way.
I guess growing older makes our patience a game,
We'll be patients in hospital beds before we are the same.
For our lies and our fights, and the coldest nights alone,
Won't entertain the respect that our love was too great to hold.
You'll wake up slowly and cradle your knees,
Look for forgiveness and silently plead, for someone to hold you while you fall asleep,
And chase out the monsters you see.
Your institution it lies in yourself,
The boat out on the lake is how you arm yourself.
Though the war will not reach you in the waters you reside,
It calmly waits for the chance to sneak up in the night.
Some of your old friends they sit by and watch,
This battle commencing and did not offer help.
This colourful village implodes on itself and you're left to fight in the dark all by yourself.
Send up your white sail,
Surrender defeat for my hand on your heart and your eyes on me,
And I'll hold your hand while you silently sleep and we'll both sail your boat out to sea.

New Natives

Your brothers burned the city hall, 'cause it did you wrong.
And the lions build the city walls, 'cause they'll find that war,
And they'll win that war.
They're bleeding for me or for king and country or so we're told.
Believe it for me, we came ashore to claim this land out own.
We are new natives in foreign lands,
We were created to fight for your hands.
I crossed the enemy lines to bring you to bed.
'Cause the flag you got pinned to your chest is how you wage your respect.
Like a chariot carrying weaponry through the streets,
We're mistaken for bravery, a parade to believe.
We are new natives in foreign lands.

Wolves

This is where I will hide out for the winter.
Because I'm falling apart like the world in your eyes.
There's a place we would go that I can't remember,
Though I know it's the only place I've felt alive.
So I head there alone through the groan of the mountain,
While the howl of the wolves sets my belly fire.
These walls of rocks that tower above my voice,
They're repeating my words like a cannon, I'm lost.
These strange conversations of how I came to be a man.
I've shared heaven and hell with myself and the land.
These rivers I trace are the lord's only guidance.
My only god is my family filled heart.
Well I cross my chest before I fight my demons,
'Cause if I give this monster a voice I can't feel it's regret.
I know your heart this silence knows your name.

Wilderness Of A Wild Youth

We were born in the wilderness, before the medicine and sadness,
Open handed with the fire burning black in our lungs.
We were raised on the borderline, we're apathetic men with battle cries,
The only thing that's gonna kill us is what keeps us alive.
You're screaming that you want to go, but you're still holding one,
Like adventure's just too far to go on your own.
You believe it we are the wild youth, we'll just keep coming back.
We were raised on the borderline, with no intentions to die.
The only thing that's gonna kill is what keeps us alive.
We've grown of all these battles and war games,
Man you gotta wage your own,
It's the only way out of the rhyme and the riddle.
You're screaming that you want to go, but you're still holding one,
Like adventure's just too far to go on your own.
Like adventures just too far from home.

Forefathers

I'm like an island with tourist spots, tired and overworked.
Like a funeral pallbearers soul, it's a quiet life, a hell of an oversight.
We are swapping freedoms for now is the golden age, profiteers and fucking pages,
Characters and human beings lost along the way.
And now you belong to the road I was on, and all I can tell you is:
Sometimes these days they hold on to you,
While the night's been deleted, your wait for the new day to come, before you cut and run.
You know this will always be home.
And now you belong to the road I was on, and all I can tell you is,
Sometimes these days they hold on to you,
While the night's been deleted, your wait for the new day to come, before you cut and run.
You know this will always be home.
Yeah you know this will always be home.