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The Revolution of the Sky

They’re givin’ you the business and puttin’ on a show You’re a million dollar man that ain’t got no dough But critics still continue to plaster My name and discredit my fame — “Good morning, my name is David Ariadne. … Continue reading

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Thinking About Tomorrow

Running down a central reservation in last night’s red dress And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath It’s like living in the middle of the ocean With no future, no past — … Continue reading

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Gargoyles & Peacemakers

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol — Is this Manchester? The Manchester … Continue reading

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Nibblers, Nukes and Noodles

Hiding summer’s age no more No more leaves in summer sky Turning dark on empty car lots When summer was my only friend — I always wondered what Spanish folk called the Spanish Flu back in 1918. The Flu? Spanish … Continue reading

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Then They Came For Me

Tonight I’m wound tighter than a watchspring ‘Cos when the skies are clear, the threat of rain is always here with you Everything you say is a call to arms With all that’s gone before my motives never felt so … Continue reading

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The Waiting Game

They’re givin’ you the business and puttin’ on a show You’re a million dollar man that ain’t got no dough But critics still continue to plaster My name and discredit my fame — Finally, the adrenalin is dissipating. A couple … Continue reading

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A Memento of Summer

Running down a central reservation in last night’s red dress And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath It’s like living in the middle of the ocean With no future, no past — … Continue reading

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