1. |
Introduction
01:53
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2. |
City Ghosts
04:29
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I've been dying, I've been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see
I've been seeing, that there's nothing
I've been feeling, that there's one thing
I am in a pale man
I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand
I've been dying, I've been trying to feel
And now, I feel what I can feel
I've been seeing now
I've been feeling now
I've been dying now
I've been trying now
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand
I've been dying, I've been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see
I've been seeing, that there's nothing
I've been feeling, that there's one thing
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand
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3. |
Flash
04:49
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Every time I'm standing here
And that room was never before me
I hear no voice and
I remind myself
I hear
No voice
Every time I see your face
I don't know if it's yours or mine
But I shock myself
I mean shock myself
And this
I can't even say
Every time I look at you
your mediocre hotch potch christs
They do me in
I do me in
I can't hear what you mean to say
it's a flash
Lifting up with here white face painted
Swimming with the treasures I never knew
I feel alright
I feel alright and
I know what you mean
when you say that to me
And the ash and the tables with the places filled
every time i'm hearing you
bath me now
make me white
but don't
Prey like her
Every time I see that face
I don't know if it's yours or mine
can't touch it
can't say it
can't see it
Can't hate it
I can't hear what you mean to say it's a flash
Lifting up and I'm shivering still
reeling in the ruins that i never knew
and i feel alright
i feel alright
and i know what you mean
when you say that to me
Bath me now
make me white
whiter than snow
Lifting up now
I feel alright now
I see what you say
Feel what you say
See what you mean to say
What you mean to say
What you mean to touch
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4. |
Settling Things
04:40
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Now it is time, so weary this time
Settle these things, settle my things
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
Tell me again, settle these things
My things this time, my mother my bed
You know I never told you about, that story always troubled me
There was this man and he was healing things
Dusting through those dusty shelves
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving Feeling Failing still
Yes and that time, even that time
Kept to diffuse, always anxious
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
Tell me again there was these men
Speaking as though settling things
You know I still am telling you
I cannot always think of it like that
There was this man and he was healing things
Dustin through those dusty shelve
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving feeling grieving still
I remember him, remember me
I tire over settling things
Settling things with him and me
My aching forgetful memory
And don't you ever grieve on me
It tires me from settling things
This time, this time I'm setting it right
I grieve on that old man in me
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5. |
Still
05:12
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Carrying the chance meetings
The surprises of the unusual proportions, tall
And still no taller
It is startled
I am sitting
And watching
It is smarting
Now the remembering
Of much before her
The attitudes
And the pauses
Shouldering the dark longing
Quietly jeering drawing circles for
The many wishes
Now the fumblings
The dizzy ardent birth place
The staunch set answers
The dizzy birth place
Raising the fateful mornings
Carefully whispering
Binding the feet
The many instructions
The glimpses
The aspects
The shades
The colours
You are a wash
Echoes wavering
Form deep blue dark glazed
And swirling
Portent and shimmering
Awe still burning out
The feeling that this isn't enough
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The Silent Reach Melbourne, Australia
The Silent Reach were a four piece Melbourne band who existed during the late 80s early 90s. They played inquisitive, searching, alternative music. Their lineup was drums, bass, nylon, electric, keyboards. Grunge below melody, reflection above chaos...
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