Very little respect has been shown for the artwork of the original two releases packed in the (Europe only) budget release of Brilliant Trees and Secrets Of The Beehive. The original remastered discs has been put in a jewel case with minimal artwork.
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Tracklist
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Songs
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Pulling Punches
If heaven watches over me Sowing seeds back in the soil With eyes that see, hands that feel Why am I the last to know
Sheltered lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion
Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending?
A better world lies in front of me A sketch of life in the books I read Then as I walk where heaven leads Why am I the last to know?
Simple lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion
Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending?
Nature feeds this nausea Deep inside the heart of me
The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour The wind and sails These are years with a genius for living
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose (Fire at will in this open season) The blood of a poet, the ink in the well (It's all written down in this age of reason)
The animals run through harvested fields of fire The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless Picasso is painting the flames from the houses The sudden rain These are years with a genius for living
The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose (Fire at will in this open season) The blood of a poet, the ink in the well (It's all written down in this age of reason)
When you come to me I'll question myself again Is this grip on life still my own
When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring me closer home
And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know
My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil
Every plan I've made's Lost in the scheme of things Within each lesson lies the price to learn
A reason to believe Divorces itself from me Every hope I hold lies in my arms
And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know
My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil
The sun shines high above The sounds of laughter The birds swoop down upon The crosses of old grey churches We say that we're in love While secretly wishing for rain Sipping coke and playing games
He knows well his wicked ways A course of bitterness A grudge held from his childhood days As if life had loved him less Reading down his list of names He ticks them one by one He points the barrel at the sky Firing shots off at the sun
"I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
He carves out the victim's names In the wooden butt of the gun He leans well back against the tree He knows his Kingdom's come He'll breath a sigh self satisfied The work is in good hands He shoots the coins into the air And follows where the money lands
"I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
He pauses at the city's edge Of hellfire and of stone He summons up the devil there To give him courage of his own He'll free the sinners of deceit They'll hear his name and run His justice is his own reward Measured out beneath the sun
"I am the law and I am the King I am the wisdom, listen to me sing"
"Maria" is based on the character of Maria "the witch" in Andrei Tarkovsky's last film Offret / Sacrificatio.
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Orpheus
Standing firm on this stony ground The wind blows hard Pulls these clothes around I harbour all the same worries as most The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world
Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I cannot deny And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs Are just so many people I knew never cared Down below on the wreck of the ship Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn't regret But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side
Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing
Sleepers sleep as we row the boat Just you the weather and I gave up hope But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs Still the voices have stories to tell Of the power struggles in heaven and hell But we feel secure against such mighty dreams As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring
Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Please believe, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing
The night is dark and cold The strong winds and the rain Crack the branches upon my window The devil beats his drum Casting out his spell Dragging all his own down into hell
The ticking of the clock Inexorably goes on The howling of the stray souls of heaven The treasures of the cove Where the traders stored their gold Echo voices still dead to the world
Underneath the vine Shaded by the leaves I still hold you close to me Beneath the open stars Beneath the pillows and the sheets I still hold you dear to me
The ticking of the clock Surely sunrise won't be long When darkness hides inside it's own shadow The devil beats his drum Casting out his name Dragging all his own down into shame
Shadows form knights and pawns Upon the squares Blood is drawn up from the well Secret signs brought the crime Right to your door An innocent guilty as hell
Oh, the cot is open wide Damp with milk and honey Gone the mother and the child In Jesus name
Should they be waiting there On my return I may run into their arms Walking on a razor's edge Unconcerned Game is lost again I'll never learn
I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships come in I'm waiting for the agony to stop Oh, let the happiness in I'm watching as the gulls all settle down Upon the empty vessels The faded whites of their wedding gowns The songs of hopeless selflessness
The cold December Sun A cold that blisters The hands of a working man Wasted
I'm waiting on the empty docks Watching the ships roll in I'm longing for the agony to stop Oh, let the happiness in
Oh, let the happiness in
Listen to the waves against the rocks I don't know where they've been I'm waiting for the skies to open up And let the happiness in
On the banks of a sunset beach Messages scratched in sand Beneath a roaming home of stars Young boys try their hand A spanish harbouring of sorts In Catalonian bars They were pulled from a sinking ship And saved for last
On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains
Watch the train steam full ahead As it takes the bend Empty carriages lose their tracks And tumble to their end So the world shrinks drop by drop As the wine goes to your head Swollen angels point and laugh "This time your god is dead"
On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains
The silence of the park The moonshine after dark Came to keep her company The tiny golden cross lay upon her throat Hands clutching tight her rosary
The rain upon her lips Eyes opened with a kiss Just too late for us to see She sits upon the ground Face covered by a shroud of midnight canopy
And when the lightning starts The secrets in her heart Merge within the rain patterns And when the shadows fall The promise of it all Is lost inside the tears that linger on
All the things we'd hoped Would always keep us close Stand between us now, as fences The letters that we wrote Have all gone up in smoke And now you're just too far to listen in
When all but hope is lost You believe at any cost In things that make the living lighter And when the shadows fall The promise of it all Is lying in the bed besider her
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