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 The London Music Archives - 1997 Release Rapid Edwards Number Five Lassitude The Day After Forlorn Hope Number Eight All That Is Good |
Swawn Moran: electric bass Brian Bailey: guitar, vocals Darryl Cornies: electric and acoustic guitar Andrew McIntyre: drums and percussion © SCAPEGOAT 1996 © Brian Bailey. 1996 Producer / designer: Scapegoat / Darryl Cornies Studio: Soundworks, London, Ont., Canada Engineer & mixer: Mark McDonald Assistant engineer: Heather Pajulttonta NUMBER SEVEN 3:43 Walking through the woodland void, I came before an opening. Lush green, a Gothic dream. But nor too much to think about. I saw her standing before me, her arms all ready to take me in. Take me in, I'll save you then. Don't worry about it too much. On and on. Sinking in the desert sands. Falling below my eves. Dark heat and an empty street, left to be found nowhere. I feel a presence hanging over. A spirit ,half always linger on. Linger on, something's gone. The star burned out long ago. RAPID EDWARDS .3:38 You know I love Rapid Edwards. It clings to the inside of me. Dripping hot, molten grease- get something for nothing for free. Oh Rapid Edward. Walking in the harsh weather to get what I see. Living unhealthily. But. hey, its just fine with me. So very slow, I told myself to fight the voices. :And in the end lost. My veins are begging for mercy, holding on a lightning rod. Lying on my death bed wondering why I couldn't get control of my tastes but its fine with me. So very good. SLEEPING WAKE 2:46 Catch a ray of light before the day breaks. In the sleeping wake, I dare to dream. In these streets before me I hear a blind man say, "Search your heart.." .And in the night it shines. so bright. Whistling winds blow through the night air. She tells me all and whatnot about herself, waiting for her chariot to roll on by. And now I know how the beast runs wild. I've kept it under my skin so it would not show. My mind aches at the thought of her. With tears running down my face, where did I go wrong; LASSITUDE 5:28 Oh. what a joyous occasion. Let's beat on the little one now. Don't you see it hurts me too? Too shallow to know any different, Sometimes I feel like a martyr. Their speech is my asthma. Don't tell me what you think of her. Its lassitude to one. I feel the tears falling down into a pool of her blood. Another tear sheds for no one. No one there to hear. I cannot stand another moment. I am aware of the pain. Have you taken a good look at yourself. Who is it that has changed.'The trembling hands reach forward, grabbing something unseen. How can you tell me I'm not worth it? For it's against everything I've seen. I did not ask your opinion. All fingers point towards me. Sometimes I feel like a martyr. It's lassitude to me. THE DAY AFTER 4:55 Covered in blood, staring in disbelief wondering, if he'd make it home. The battle was won and there he stood, dying a It alone. Yet, the wind moans his name and the spirit feels his pain now that no one is standing by his side. He also killed his best friends, laid them all down with the gun in his hand. Don't look to him to tell you the truth. He was hanging from his own noose. And in the end, with all that he took, he wanted time to burn from his book. II was all right, no one was there to hear him laughing because he cared. After a while he realized what he'd done and he smiled. The world seemed better through his eyes. Where's the harm in that: Yet, the wind moans his name and the spirit feels his pain now that no one is standing by his side. If you keep them our, there is no doubt you can lose. FORLORN HOPE 5:39 Drowning in the backwater of thought sleeping in Pandora's. box. l awake to find you next to me. III the gallows, l hear you slip away you're gone. Speak to me. Your voice wears thin and I'll help you through. Saved by my hands, I'll let you in. Don't you cry to me. Someday you'll see just who I am. But it's far too late to be left inside. Nowhere left to hide. Water turns to red as I lay me head down to lie some more and do you know what for? My only friend has left me too many times before. I hold the mirror before my face. Where in my chambers, I see him taking his place. Sometimes in a lonely night I hear the demons slip away. I'm 'not too sure as to why they come back unknown this time. I no longer know how to lose control. Pretend my hand's a friend and I let it in through the light once more, who knows what for? And they begin from the very end. It's broken and shattered with the cold light. You know the light shined so bright and I know it's wrong because I've been there before and do you know what for? My friends have left me too many times before and more. NUMBER EIGHT 5:24 And now I see that there's too control, And yet Ill be standing by your side. How can it be that there's someone else? Why would I flee? I said I would not lie. I've become a part of you. Well now, I know that our lives have lost control. Affection is all but gone; someday always takes too long. Hear me fall down to my knees and pray. ALL THAI IS GOOD 6:12 I hear her voice far off in the distance. I teach my hands out to grab her reflection, only it just passed away. All that is good is all that she is and she tells me she loves me. So I'll close my eyes to show her how I love her. And now I find I need her more than ever. I know now that my love will only grow for her: my love will grow on. I've seen my world without her. It seems void of anything special. I've got to learn how to break away from her. Bur why should I? And why would I? Because I need her. I feel alone, even though she's there for me. Our fate lies together. I guess only time will tell. How can time tell? Scapegoat would like to thank the following people for their inspiration anti support: Soundworks & Barbara England, our family; Don McIntyre, Cathey Woffenden, Barbara Bailey, Nancy Roberts, Larry & Jacquelyn Cornies. And our friends; Trevor Sewers, Julie Oag, Jessie Farrugia, Katie Westwood Jen Read, Gordon Ellis Rapid Edward's, Pete Brown. Rick Piche. |
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