TUESDAY GODS

Lyrics by Erik Honoré

AT YOUR DOOR

Remember to be vigilant

Always keep a suitcase packed

Be prepared

The room is dark

The curtains drawn

What will come

Are not the things you feared

And if it must be

This is how it will happen

A home wrecked by silence

And nothing to gain

The knock on your door

Nearly lost in the static

White noise from the tv

Like tropical rain

The warning signs were obvious

Empathy discouraged

By unspoken law

A childhood lost

To strategies

The evidence

In everything you saw

And now it’s too late

To be searching for options

To rearrange pieces

Like it's some kind of game

So when it arrives

Let it in without protest

It is too late to bargain

When it's there at your door

Remember to be vigilant

Live for the emergency

Be prepared

It's harsh but unavoidable

What will come

Are not the things you feared

HOUSE OF CHILDREN

On a plain below the holiest mountain

There’s a house where only children live

When you see them move there is something that’s missing

Like there’s something wrong with gravity

Every window leads to infinity

Every door is locked and there is no key

There’s a floor for every atrocity

And the garden is all they’re allowed to see

The air’s so thin, it makes you wonder

If the things you see are really true

That what she draws is a picture from memory

That she is right there in front of you

Every window leads to infinity

Every door is locked and there is no key

There’s a floor for every atrocity

And the garden is all they’re allowed to see

In the house below the holiest mountain

Every single child’s a commodity

Try to cath her eyes, and there ‘s something missing

As if she has lost the will to see

Every window leads to infinity

Every door is locked and there is no key

There’s a floor for every atrocity

And the garden is all they’re allowed to see

On a plain below the holiest mountain

There’s a house where only children live

When you see them move there is something that’s missing

Like there’s something wrong with gravity

Every window leads to infinity

Every door is locked and there is no key

There’s a floor for every atrocity

And the garden is all they’re allowed to see

LAVENDER AND TURPENTINE

This is not what you looked for

But you witnessed the fall

You opened the floodgates

You’ll be swept away soon

It is lavender and turpentine

It’s the scent of summer

The sun wrote your epitaph

But you’ll be remembered by the moon

TUESDAY GODS

Under the bridge you halt, like many times before

As the setting sun starts painting longer shadows

When you take his hand to show him how to throw

You can feel the stone connecting you forever

Then it begins, the modest ritual of men

Where the father tells the boy that all is magic

The solid walls reflecting every word

The water trapped in circular perfection

As you watch him there is something in his eyes

That you suddenly remember from your childhood

The discovery of forces you once knew

And that you rediscover now through your affection

You’re not aware that it is slowly getting dark

That the water on your hands is growing colder

You are Tuesday gods, the bridge a humble shrine

Every tiny stone you throw becomes a prayer

The solid walls reflecting every word

The water trapped in circular perfection

THE BRIGHTNESS OF THINGS

It’s the song of the planet

It’s the shape of it all             

It’s the sound of the ocean

When it breaks through the wall

Now the tide is turning

And the vultures sing

There's a sign of warning

In the brightness of things

You say this is the moment

When our innocence dies

When these harrowing pictures

They draw blood from our eyes

Give me one good reason

To stay on my feet

As the sun engulfs us

Leaving nothing but heat

I will try to hold on to

Every moment we’ve shared

While you try to convince me

That I'm still really here

But the tide is turning

And the sunset sings

There’s a sign of warning

In the brightness of things

It’s the song of the planet

It’s the shape of it all

It’s the sound of the ocean

When it breaks through the wall

It’s the shape of it all

The shape of it all

The shape of it all

You say this is the moment

When our innocence dies

When these harrowing pictures

They draw blood from our eyes

Give me one good reason

To stay on my feet

As the sun engulfs us

Leaving nothing but heat

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

Those moments of desire

The force that pulled us under

The wire in the blood

That’s tearing us apart

You are my signature

The hand that writes my future

The hidden epitaph

The words beyond my reach

Wings of butterflies

Sow storms that never settle

Inside this silent room

Where we are all that’s left

You are my signature

The hand that writes my future

The hidden epitaph

The words beyond my reach

So give me shelter from the storm

Give me shelter from the storm

Give me calm to know

STUMBLE, BUT ARRIVE

In our sense of communion

In the way the first light falls

In a moment of passion

In the way a tortured man stands tall

In the few signs of courage

In a short glimpse of honesty

In the movements of dancers

And the song that sets their bodies free

We turn, and the tide turns too

We learn what hope can make us do

And though we’ve got shiploads of knowledge

We’re wonderfully naïve

Ideals, we betray them

Still they seem real

They’re our shadows

When the light confuses us

Blinds us in mirrors

Or slips into our dreams

In the books that we borrow

In a postcard I once received

In that film which portrayed us

As if it was someone else’s lives we lived

In a change in the weather

In the photograph on my shelf

In the eyes of a stranger

And sometimes even in myself

Three chords and an urge to learn

I’ve seen things which still seem fairly real

I’ve made my mistakes

I’m still failing

I’m wonderfully naïve

I write one song in a thousand shapes

I’ve been wrong

But I’ve kept the child alive

She leads me down dangerous alleys

We’ll stumble, but arrive

And keep the dream alive

YEAR OF THE BULLET

Lyrics by Erik Honoré

BIRTH MARK

Because of this birth mark

Somehow placed on your skin

You keep chasing a moment

That will never begin

‘Cause you just cannot let it

On account of this birth mark

You will never be free

And a bleak silver lining

Is all the starlight you’ll see

All the sky you’ll inherit

When the script has been written

When the damage is done

This is all you’ll be given:

Simple chords to a song

STRANGENESS

You can say it in a soothing voice

You can tell me that it’s nothing I should care about

That it’s just another trick of the light

You can tell me to be sane or to be strong

But those peculiar apparitions

They keep singing their peculiar songs

And maybe I don’t want to be that strong

Cause I can still hear strangeness calling

Late at night

Yes I can still hear strangeness calling

Please don’t say it in a mocking way:

“Someone’s bound to keep a record of the spirit world “

Well, why can’t I be that chosen girl

Then our world would be a chosen world

You can ask me to read palms or foresee fate

It’s hilarious, but sometimes you’re so ... out of place

Like the messages they send to outer space

Or Romeo on stage without the girl

Cause I can still hear strangeness calling 

Late at night

I still hear strangeness calling

You can say it in a soothing voice

You can tell me that it’s nothing I should care about

That it’s just another trick of the light

ROPE

It’s so easy to find her

He recognizes the hope

It takes more patience to break her

To tighten the rope

But time’s all he’s got

It’s such a merciful pastime

A meditation of sorts

A retreat into the freedom

Found in games or in wars

An escape into rut

It’s a passionless tango

It’s a sleepwalker’s dance

It is merciful murder

But blood runs hot

Then blood runs cold

Then blood runs hot

So don’t break it

It’s the frailest of things

All this noise, all this violence

All these elaborate schemes

Just to keep us awake

BEFORE BETRAYAL

Our souls may sleep

But we are wide awake

Inventing streamlined strategies

Of heartache

This table’s become

A battlefield of words

And I don’t know if it’s boredom

Or something worse

Cause I see who you are

Twilight eyes in a perfect face

Yes I know just who we are

King and queen of a wasteland

There’s something so sad

About beauty gone to waste

The innocence we lost

Left such a bitter taste

The lies we tell

And the promises we make

Our souls may sleep

But we are wide awake

Cause I see who you are

Twilight eyes in a perfect face

Yes I know just who we are

King and queen of a wasteland

YEAR OF THE BULLET

You can hear it in every heartbeat

Something´s surely about to break

It´s the sound of your arrogance racing

At a speed it just cannot take

If the questions they asked stung like needles

Touched on faith or maternity

Could they leave your self-image burning

Like an effigy on a stake

This is how you´ve risen

So this is how you´ll fall

This could be the invisible footprints

Of the choices you’ll never make

But it´s so strange the way the bullet stings

Feels so much softer by the year

Sense your strength returning as we speak

As the memories disappear

With every beat of your heart

The silence preceding a bullfight

Or in the aftermath of a war

A nothingness bursting with meaning

That can make tall buildings shake

This is how we´ve risen

So this is how we´ll fall

To the sound of our arrogance travelling

At a speed it just cannot take

Watch it leaving our cities on fire

Grand memorials to small mistakes

We´re already breathing the ashes

Of the choices we should have made

But it´s so strange the way the bullet stings

Feels so much softer by the year

Sense your strength returning as we speak

As the memories disappear

It´s so strange the way the bullet stings

As if it has found affection for its prey

A sensation far removed from suffering

But growing closer by the day

With every beat of your heart

MOVE TO STRIKE

Move to strike

You didn’t hear me

Disregard

I never said this

For the first time

I could hear the blood run through my veins

Not my words

Not my words

For a while I drove the car

For a while I knew just where we are

I move to strike that thought

I move to strike that thought

For a while I was in control

For a while I was body, heart and soul

I move to strike that thought

For the first time I could hear the blood

Run through my veins

I confess

I enjoyed it

To be alive

To eat the highway

To let my blood flow

Through the structure of a new machine

Faster than fear

Faster than fear

There’s no-one here to pardon me

No-one left to hear my final plea

No jury of my peers

No jury of my peers

For a while I was in control

For a while I was body, heart and soul

I move to strike that thought

I move to strike that thought

For a while I drove the car

For a while I knew just where we are

I move to strike that thought

I move to strike that thought

For a while I was in control

For a while I was body, heart and soul

I move to strike that thought

I move to strike that thought

NIGHT TRAIN

Take a night train to the south

Through a dream of trees and dark water

Find a way to regain what it’s all about

Before it’s over

Someone said you must not leave

Before you’re loved

Waking up from sketchy sleep

You see the town through brand new glasses

You see the blood line, the cobweb, the ancestry

As nostalgia passes

Someone said it’s best to leave

Before you’re loved

Hush now

Love is much too big a word

Hush now, baby

It’s much more than I deserve

Wake again to summer rain

See the lines and stains on the ceiling

Stay for hours alone in a vacant house

Embrace that feeling

Someone said it’s more like joy

Than suffering

Hush now

Joy is much too big a word

Hush now, baby

This is more than I deserve

Take a night train to the south

Through a dream of trees and dark water

Find a way to regain what it’s all about

Before it’s over

STAY THE COURSE

Tension is growing

Our language packed with bitter words

Mind overflowing

The body disengaged

It’s coming closer

A shadow hid among the trees

It makes us wonder

If we stay the course

Will it make us braver

If we fight the war

Will it make us strong

On the brink of deception

We finally sense that it’s getting late

But if we stay the course

Can we turn our fate

Mission accomplished, you said

Then someone turned out all the lights

We started falling

We fall, and no-one cares

Ground growing closer

A lack of oxygene, or faith

Then you just disappear

If I let you in

And I clear my conscience

And I state my sins

Will you still be here

On the brink of betrayal

We finally sense that it’s getting late

But if we stay the course

Can we turn this fate

STATELINE

I find myself a part of strange conversations

I´m a shadow on the wall now

Something´s fighting hard to change my perceptions

Things like this come at a cost

Stateline

One more river has been crossed

I´ve passed the stateline

The die is cast, and nothing´s lost

Someone looked at me with great expectations

Others said it wouldn´t last

I´ve passed the stateline

This could be happening too fast

Stateline

The die is cast

HOME

Elsewhere is a place and a state of mind

It’s the haven we thought that we’d never find        

It’s the moment of birth and the start of decay

The glorious sound of music when it’s written in the right way

Elsewhere is the place we can never leave

It’s the cradle of wisdom and pure belief

As dark as all darkness, and white as milk                                                    

It wears a strange costume of rags and Chinese silk

This is the dream that we call home

This is the dream that we call home

Elsewhere is our faces behind the masks

Here’s no answer, just the strength to ask

It’s the silence and warmth at the end of fine days

And the magnificent power of poems

When they’re read in the right way

Elsewhere is the place where our brothers live

Here we learn to be patient, and to forgive

Out here we must face every ghost we fear

‘Cause the moon is bright and we see and feel and hear