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Showing posts with label Yakruna. Show all posts

Saturday 6 August 2022

Melt My Name

Now you’ve got me on the line; 
Now you’ve got me in the midnight: 
I hold on like I was in my stride, 
I was on my ride, 
And I lie thigh to thigh, 
And I, I, I comply. 
You know I saw you in a whole new light - 
I feel I’m holding onto something after midnight; 
Outside I lie, strumming back and forth 
In a shimmering light. 
 
Melt my name into the fire; 
Colour me in desire - 
Something deadly in your lips 
Closes in with poison tips… 
 
Secret echoes sound in the night; 
Blue smoke rising at half past midnight; 
Games of old on repeat 
In the eye of your red pure heat. 
Now I lie within your fire, 
You feel me whole and you hold me light - 
Closing up, in for the kill, 
I’ve no chance, come take your fill. 
 
Melt my name into the fire; 
Colour me in desire - 
Something deadly in your lips 
Closes in with poison tips… 
 
Melt my name… 
Melt my name… 
Melt my name in your lips: 
Melt my name in your lips; 
Melt my name. 
  
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Not Enough

Sometimes a little is a lot; 
Sometimes cold is hot - 
You turn me off and turn me on 
And leave me here, now, 
Wanting more… 
I want you. 
No more! 
I bark, you bite, 
It’s too much. 
 
Not enough is too much; 
Not enough is where we begin. 
 
Old excuses of the past 
Rise and fade too fast. 
One night alone, with you, 
Is the end starting anew -  
Chasing you, out of breath, 
the last time, until the next time… 
 
Five thousand miles a day is: 
Not enough, 
Not enough - 
Too much of not enough. 
 
“You and me” will never be, 
And will always be, 
Not enough. 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Come On

Too much for me to know - 
My heart says yes, but my head says no. 
Come on, come on, 
you live inside a screen, not where you belong. 
Come on, we can try to lose our wires - 
Know me, hold me. 
Come on, we’re too slow, 
staring down at the little blue glow. 
 
So you think you know you now, yeah? 
Tied in pics and shiny chains, yeah? 
 
Got to get faraway; 
Got to get away; 
From the script, we are taught: 
We are bought, from year naught. 
 
You can do it all, round the long haul, 
just to crawl around in circles; 
Or take the chance: 
A first-class boarding pass. 
Take the chance, take the big chance; 
Come on, yeah; 
Come on, yeah. 
 
Got to get faraway; 
Got to get away; 
From the script, we are taught: 
We are bought, from year naught. 
 
Yeah, come on, come on - 
It’s all in the air; 
It’s all in the air; 
It’s all in the air; 
On and on and on and on… 
Come on now; 
Come on now; 
Come on now; 
Now, now, now, now. 
Come on, come on yeah; 
You’ve found me alright -  
It’s time, hold me, you’ve got me alright. 
Come on, yeah! 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

No More Lies

Grinding away another day, 
But never enough of the same old stuff - 
Nothing to share in the routine stare. 
All this time, but time for nothing - 
Fair play, you'll get your way: 
A fashion victim, chained to the system, 
High-rise hypnotised, 
High-rise metabolised. 
 
Time to change for something new - 
Nothing more, I am through. 
No more, “not quite here.”  
No more, I am clear: 
Not saving for another time - 
This is now, take my bow. 
Now, now, I am now. 
No more lies and no more tries. 
 
Same old, “same old”, wants to fool you - 
More and more trying to control you. 
Take the last laugh. 
No more! 
Close the door. 
 
Something in me… 
Something in me… 
Something in me… 
Something in me tells me... 
 
Time to change for something new - 
Nothing more, I am through. 
No more, “not quite here.” 
No more, I am clear. 
Not saving for another time - 
This is now, take my bow. 
Now, now, I am now. 
No more lies and no more tries. 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Visiting Time Is Over

Do you know something that I don’t? 
You want to live but you won’t. 
Don’t judge who you think I am - 
Only time with me can bring me back to life. 
Cure me in the night-time - 
Only you can help us find the feeling 
one more time. 
Nothing lasts too long 
with the countdown going wrong. 
 
Five minutes are up, move on - 
Nothing to see here. 
Five minutes are gone, move on, down the line; 
Visiting time is over. 
Time is over where you left me - 
Sent by the bell, back to the cell. 
 
Number’s up! 
Borrowed time returned in silence to the ground; 
Now I’m just another name, 
Another face in another place 
where there’s nothing between us 
except borrowed time. 
The alibi of silence: 
“Another time”. 
 
Five minutes are up, move on - 
Nothing to see here. 
Five minutes are gone, move on, down the line; 
Visiting time is over. 
Time is over where you left me - 
Sent by the bell, back to the cell. 
 
What do I know about me? 
I’m always hiding; 
I cannot be seen. 
 
It wasn’t over then; 
I will not falter now - 
We can climb higher than time. 
Five minutes are up… 
Visiting time is over. 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Don't Give Up

Don’t give up, make your luck - 
Fortune favours those who dare, 
So don’t give up. 
Turn up the volume, love what you do, 
And don’t give up. 
You are who you are when you 
Don’t give up. 
 
You’re heavy in the darkest day, 
Weighted down and lost your way - 
Lighten up your dreams today, 
And let it all out. 
All great things just take their time - 
It’s tough out here up on the climb; 
Life’s too short for what you’re taught. 
 
Don’t give up, make your luck - 
Fortune favours those who dare, 
So don’t give up. 
Turn up the volume, love what you do, 
And don’t give up. 
You are who you are when you 
Don’t give up. 
 
Anything can happen, more than you imagine, 
So live with passion, 
Let fortune play with you. 
The future movie of your mind 
is new and undefined… 
Life happens 
when you let it bring… 
ten thousand things. 
 
Don’t give up, make your luck - 
Fortune favours those who dare, 
So don’t give up. 
Turn up the volume, love what you do, 
And don’t give up. 
You are who you are when you 
Don’t give up. 
 
Good things are here for you - 
Don’t give up on you; 
Keep on going, see it through. 
Don’t give up 
Don’t give up 
Don’t give up on you; 
Don’t give up 
Don’t give up 
Don’t give up on you. 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Just Out Of Reach

If you want me let me know, 
there is more of me to show: 
In shadows of reflections, 
lost excuses of deceptions - 
In sight I hide, 
Just out of reach… 
 
I can’t get away, the past repeats - 
I can not see in the dark. 
Through dusk I grind on shattered glass; 
I try to hide in pride… 
My mind is: 
Just out of reach. 
 
Mesmerised by the dark, tantalised by fantasies - 
We don’t have time to wear these clothes: 
The anxious story urgency, 
carried memories we live today, 
(dropped for another way). 
 
Just out of reach… 
I can’t get away, the past repeats - 
I can not see in the dark. 
Through dusk I grind on shattered glass; 
I try to hide in pride… 
My mind is: 
Just out of reach. 
 
Just out of reach… 
I can’t get away, the past repeats: 
Just out of reach… 
Just out of reach… 
Just out of reach… 
Just out of reach… 
Just out of reach… 
Just out of reach… 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

Saturday 30 July 2022

Another Thing Coming

Through the window I could see 
a glimmering gaze waiting for me - 
A choice, in the noise: 
Light from afar or delight at the bar. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

So time for home, time for bed, 
too many words have been said; 
Cold relief, short and brief, 
turning tables, writing labels, 
making time to switch (which is which?) 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

Now you’ve set me up 
in the middle of some good luck, 
with the myth: 
The iron gate of an altered state - 
Myself withheld from all my sins, 
falling down on the sharpened ground. 

The night-time cure, the magic mixture, the mystery - 
Your special power shimmers in a night-shine, 
a potion of lost emotion reflecting 
a fantasy in my head. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 
 
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker