Spirits Burning
Space Rock Collective



Poems & Lyrics

 

 

This site presents Spirits Burning song lyrics by many Spirits Burning crew members, including:
Michael Moorcock, Don Falcone, Bridget Wishart, Steve Swindells, Thom The World Poet,

Roger Neville-Neil, and Robert Calvert.


 

Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .
Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .

It's an alien injection
That's what she needs
An alien injection
for all our infections

One little boost
To see the up and the coming
A solution we pray
Help! is on the way

Saw her today, she looked dead
It could be, I heard she died
Scan the paper, touch the ink
She finally got her name in print

That's all I see, that's all I'll read
I don't know time, I don't know space
Lots of creatures just like her
They dance with rhythm, then they pull away

Rattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out . . .

Send her flowers she can't wear
Send a card that she can't read
This happens when the children stay
out too late and really start to play

And the boat that she rows on the delta narrow
is an antique ship that salt water will rip
And the scarf-covered course that once bridled a horse
soon tames a black cat and makes others grow fat

Rattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out . . .

Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .
Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .

It's an alien injection
That's what she needs
An alien injection
for all our infections

One little boost
To see the up and the coming
A solution we pray
and Help! is on the way

Rattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out and dig in

(Just give it a day, help is on its way)

I like to wear my alien close to my heart
It's such a cool t-shirt, I bought 2 right from the start
I guess you could say I treat it like a piece of art
This alien that I wear so close to my heart

I've got a (little) round alien ball to boot
She comes to life when I squeeze her roots
I keep it in a box in a closet in a room in a house
in a country in a world in a planet
and I hope she'll live forever
Mmm... I hope she'll last forever . . .

Rattle and Reach . . .

Nighttime in the alligator pool
Where the ripples of eyes stare out at you
Watching across the big pond
Watery is the consciousness
When you are 30,000 feet in the air
There is no alternative there, you are high
To fit into the ark around you two of every creature

So you've dropped blood all over your instrument
In your disease and desire to play
Say the unknown
It's all we know
Because we've left the unknown alone today

So it was you on that spaceship
You saw at midnight
Say the cords are too tight
You better grab your headphones son because
we're entering the region of endless night

Tired from the night past
Danced and loved and really laughed
There's always more.

Walk down the street
Feeling like a stranger
Never been like this before.

Been lost in a dream
And thought it was real
Oh Lord.

It takes you by surprise
When the wind cleans the skies
And it's crystal clear.

When your feelings run high
And you need to know why
Well the answer's here.

It's a pretty good life
Always worth a try
Letting go your fear.

Waiting for the night
Getting it right
It won't disappear.

It hits your eyes.

It's another world
When the sun shines bright.
It feels so good
And it feels so right.
It's another day
So full of life
Can't give it away
It's another day.

The fire's fierce theatre draws herds of folk
All willing to be hynotised;
Anemones of flame and reefs of smoke
Enchant us so, we'd gladly choke
To see the dark so well disguised.

'Oh, look, the Bible's all on fire', we cheered
At its catching. 'Oh watch it flare'.
It was like this of old, when witches reared
Against the stake; we stood and peered
At such Aladdin caves of air.

These mushrooming billows of coral form
The fevered brain of fire on high,
Whose dream of destroying the world by storm
Will, in the ashes, still be warm
Long after its illusions die.
 

 

Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Just wake up one in the morning
comb my hair
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
birds will fly
birds will fly
birds will fly
birds will fly
just pay your days to stay
five years to

Square...
I said comb my hair
I'll take the county fair
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer

Woke up this morning
and I comb my hair
I said I want to fly, fly, fly, fly
county fair
county fair
county fair
county fair
I said the square, square, square, square, square, square,

70 years to stay alive
70 years to stay alive
I don't know if I can stand this job
I'm so hip, I'm so cool
I'll think I'll have to go to schoool
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair,

The eagle has landed
The eagle has landed

Jack

My pulse rate stood at zero
When I first saw my Pierrot
My temperature rose to ninety-nine
When I beheld my Columbine

Sigh, sigh, sigh
For love that's oft denied
Cry, cry, cry . . .
My lips remain unsatisfied
I'm yearning so for my own Pierrot
As we dance the Entropy Tango

I'll weep, weep, weep
Till he sweeps me off my feet
My heart will beat, beat, beat,
And my body lose its heat
Oh, life no longer seems so sweet
Since that sad Pierrot became my beau
And taught me the Entropy Tango

So flow, flow, flow . . .
As the rain turns into snow
And it's slow, slow, slow
As the colours lose their glow
The Winds of Limbo no longer blow
For cold Columbine and her pale Pierrot
As we dance the Entropy Tango!

And it's kiss, kiss, kiss
Fear and hate we have dismissed
And it's wish, wish, wish . . .
For a better world than this . . .
So say goodbye to pain and woe
- And we'll stop the Entropy Tango . . .



Evening
(Lyrics by Bridget Wishart)
From Spirits Burning "Earth Born" -- 2008

It's in the evening when I'm sitting
here alone
That I miss you most of all.
I'm here for hours thinking that you're
home
But I'm staring at a blank wall
You've gone and I'm not sure how I
let you go
Whose won, who has lost I'm sure I
don't know

Somebody tell me it's alright
kiss away my tears
Somebody tell me it's alright
Brush away my fears
I guess it's the same old scene
Just never happened to me
I guess it's the same old scene
It just never happened to me

Am I sitting here dreaming dreams
Beyond reality
Am I sitting here dreaming dreams
Beyond reality
Somebody tell me it's alright
Somebody tell me it's alright

Don't you know, don't you know,
don't you know
There's nothing worse than being
left alone
And my heart cries cries out for you
And you've gone, and I don't know
what to do

I guess its the same old scene
Just never happened to me
I guess its the same old scene
It just never happened to me

Am I sitting here dreaming dreams
dreaming dreams, dreaming dreams
Somebody tell me its alright
Somebody tell me its alright
Alright

The Bishop and Mitzi
Were on the rampage
She full of lust
He full of rage
Looking for victims
They hoped to convert
Stopped in the fifties
And there found a cert . . .

They got me again
They got me again
Oh, shit, they got me again
I was holed out in 'fifty'
And having some fun
When I heard Mitzi coming
Caught the sound of her gun

Bang-bang-bang
Here come the gang
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!

The Bishop and Mitzi
They found him at last
Stuck in a time-slip
On his way to the past
He cried out for mercy
But they only laughed
As they took him in
To remind him of sin . . .

They got me again . . .

cannot see myself today
so I do what I want
I have to sin today
I have to sin today
and now I'm sorry,    sometimes

think I see a clearing in the forest
think I see a like city in your mind
think I feel a lover on my back
think I feel your fingers scratching at that

I must end what I begin today
it's my time
and now i'm sorry,    sometimes

think I see a clearing in the forest
think I see a like city in your mind
think I feel a lover on my back
think I feel your fingers scratching at that

every opera needs a waterfront
and my opera is no different from yours

 



Eye Of The Day
(Lyrics by Don Falcone & Bridget Wishart)
From Spirits Burning & Bridget Wishart "Bloodlines" -- 2009

You hide your face
Death hides so much more
Courtesan to the rich, dying for the cause

Like your pretty beads and veil
Ladoux's hand obscures the trail
Life behind the mask was dark
Without the ritual and dance
It's a crying shame. You played the game
One against another
It's a crying shame, You played the game
My undercover lover
Our shining star, You fell so far
Caught up in alibis
Our shining star, You fell so far
Lost in truth and lies

In our eye of the day, You are swept so far away
In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sight
In our eye of the day, You are swept so far away
In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sight

There are things you cannot see,
There are things you cannot find
There are things you cannot be,
No way to turn back time
There are things you cannot see,
Places you cannot find
There are things you cannot be,
There's no way to turn back time

 

When you're sitting on a goldmine
do all things in their time
and decorate your hearts delight
be ready for the tour

Heavy . . .
Heavy the mind when your soul weighs a ton
Heavy . . . Heavy the mind . . .
when your sitting on a goldmine.

When you're sitting on a goldmine
chop off a piece for the little ones
they can sit by your side, with their mouths open wide
Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die
Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die
Heavy the mind... when you're sitting on a goldmine

When you're sitting on a goldmine
do you have to pull apart
the day from the dream

When you're sitting on a goldmine
are you stepping up or down
to high esteem

When you're sitting on a goldmine
chop off a piece for the little ones
they can sit by your side
with their mouths open wide
Heavy the mind . . . when your soul weighs a ton
No one can kill the things that cannot die
Heavy the mind . . .

In my room of privacy
A voice takes me to fantasy
Go to bed boy and we will dream
Go to bed boy from here on out

The hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
He's here on the wall
He's here in my soul
He's the worse thing that I've ever owned
He cuts to the bone

Learn to tear and learn to die
Anger from the core he makes me fly
Just a start of eyes of fire
Don't know why I never tire

The hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
He's here on the wall
He's here in my soul
He's the worse thing that I've ever owned
He cuts to the bone

The hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
Choose your friends well
To get to the heart
The hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
Choose your friends well
With time to depart

Songs, demos, project
The lyrics to this novel
Songs, demos, project
The only opportunity

The only opportunity
The clips heard here
The only opportunity

I hear you weeping in the night
Oh my queen
If you were only woman and not Albion
These sweet wives I'd leave
I recall your yearning flesh
Your high despairing breath
Your innocence, your lust
My pleasure in your pain
I breathe your name
I hold the hair to my ears, oh madam
So that I no longer hear to sleep.

Religion pretends to be your friend
Well, it's gonna get you in the end

Blessed are those
that kill each other
that cheat each other
that lie to one another
In the name of god
Well, in the name of religion

Divisions of nation
All from the same creation
Bloodshed forgiven
When for the sake of religion

You're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real time

You say you want to live
You want the water, the one that gives
And you see it running down your back
Giving slack along our attack
And you hope someone's in the mood
Any he says hey baby can I please
You're my prisoner and you must escape
I've sure you've got some dinner on the take

You're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real time

Looking at our history
I don't see no mystery
It never matter who would win
We would call off the sin

I could look you in the eye
And I knew I wouldn't . . . .

This is the real time
This is the real time

Salome, Herodias

Golden and gleaming
fountain of youth
oh pity for mother
(Herodias)
never told you the truth

Herodias, adulteress
mother of Salome, Salome

Salome, the golden
heard her mother's wails
(Herodias, adulteress)
danced the seven veils . . .

Herodias, adulteress
mother of Salome, Salome

Salome, the golden,
heard her mother's wails
danced the seven veils . . .

Leaping round the flames.
Fire from the moon
Shouting sacred names.
Great, strong and true

Ashes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs
Dance, Dance

Gods now are borning
5 more days are dawning
The prize of Silene's light
Set creation right
Creation right

Ashes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs
Dance, Dance, Dance in a trance

Power that she gives fills everything that lives
Power that she gives fills everything that lives
In the end its done, then comes the sun
In the end its done, then comes the sun
Dance, Dance

Arms held up high
Chanting to the sky
In dark there was light
If the legends do not lie

Ashes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs

Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a mark you make
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a love you hate

And it takes years to recover and misplace
Yes it takes years to discover and replace
This mark you make, this mark you make
When you misfire, when you misfire
Each time you look . . .

Please focus, before you shoot
I wouldn't want to see you do me wrong
Don't overlook, or estimate
I wouldn't want to be like that for long
Please focus, before you shoot
I only ask when I'm not strong

Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a mark you make
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a love you hate

And it takes years to recover and misplace
Yes it takes years to discover and replace
This mark you make, this mark you make
When you misfire, when you misfire

Each time you look . .
This mark you make, this mark you make
Each time you look . .
This mark you make, this mark you make
This mark you make . . .

The gift horse is a Trojan horse
Her mouth is full of snake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

The midnight dream is an endless dream
Whispers die in an ocean of steam
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

Lay your trust, lay, lay
Lay your trust in me.

The train is in your way
She's no good for you
The train is in your way
She may never reach, but stay in view

Your boyhood home is a priceless home
The wind can cradle and metal can shake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awake

Lay your trust, lay, lay
Lay your trust in me.

Shiny silver clam
pearl as bright as a flame
cool luminous gem

Upturned dolphin fins
holding a crystal bubble
gently to the sky

I'm the quiet side of midnight in a deserted room
My laughter the shiver
Released from its tomb

I am
and I'm not
Anything
You can't see

(chorus)
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow arrive
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow alive

I am the walking shadow
Enter wher your dreams have fled
The nocturnal spectre
No sound like a cat paws tread

I'm a faint line in space
A border where nothing exists
A retinal void
The memory you're unable to resist

I am
and I'm not
Anything
You can't see

(chorus)
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow arrive
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow alive

I am the walking shadow
I continue when you cease to be
I infiltrate all light
Cause your vision to flee




 

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