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by Esgazette

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It's an arty multifarious electronic-pop-rock excursion.

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released April 2, 2006

Esgazette 2005

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Track Name: Don't Listen Too Much
Don't listen too much.
Stuck in a sound, the words that go round.
It forms and grows, it shrinks and slows.
Don't listen too much.
The phrase it repeats over, over, over, over.
Don't listen too much. I've heard it enough. T
hought in a loop, the music is stuck.
The phrase it repeats over, over, over, over.
Don't listen too much.

I sink when you speak, I shrink when you shout.
The message is there, everywhere.
I hear it but I don’t listen too much.
Don't listen too much.
Radio waves crossing tonight,
Your drums they vibrate, ears they dilate.
Don't listen too much.
Track Name: You Can't Hurry An Elm
Here I wait; I watch the grass grow under my feet.
It came and went, an eye would blink then it was spent.
I plant a seed, in twenty years I’ll be glad I did.
If I last that long, I’ll watch it growing big and strong.

It’s speeding by but slower things catch my eye.
I hesitate, but it won’t wait for me.

Wonder what we are, well I do that a lot,
Continually revising my point of view.
Making a decision in my state of doubt, what I keep to myself, what I decide to let out.

And here today,
I’ve come a long, long way and what I found has made the body of my mind.
My sense of time has fallen out of line.
And in my haste I missed what I was out to find.

Wonder what we are, well I do that a lot,
Continually revising my point of view.
Making a decision in my state of doubt what I keep to myself, what I decide to let out.
Track Name: Diving Girl
See her hair flow like weed.
Like a pearl. Diving Girl.
Turning like a wheel in the water,
Here we are underwater.
There's a tale I could tell you.
Diving Girl.
She came from a shell, see her tail catch the sun.
You might ask but she won’t answer.
See her smile as she dances through the waves.
There she is. See her swim. Diving Girl.
There's a star, turning like a wheel in the water.
Track Name: Looking For The Good Times
We’ve been distant, noting difference.
When we go there - it just seems to grow.
All those voices staying with me.
It makes me think of leaving this mad old hell-hole.
Is nobody going to get out?

I’m looking for the good times…

It’s done my head in, all that fighting over how we think that we should be.
All those ideas that build the world, all conflicting, in so deep.
Don’t know where to go now or how to make it change.
Is nobody going to get out?

I’m looking for the good times…
Track Name: Face Image Photo Robot
Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Face-Image-Photo-Robot.
Brown suede black leather.
Talk back autoteller.
(I've got your number, thankyou).
Flat screen magnetic synthetic.
Split screen.
All the lights of the town turning down.
We’re in a rocket, in our rocket.
New style space station.
What planet are we on?
Red oil inflorescent.
Self serve spirit level.
Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Good light and reflection in your direction.
Smooth skin artificial.
Front page on the cover.
Fixed view superficial.
Brown suede black leather.
Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Mouthful masturbation.
Good light and reflection in your direction.
Smooth skin artificial.
Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Face-Image-Photo-Robot. Thankyou.
Track Name: I Boomerang
I lost my way and thought that there was no return.
I watch the radar turning while waiting for a clue.
I’ve got my sonar searching.
And then a beacon beckons and I know where to go.

I boomerang: I’m coming back to you now.
I boomerang: you’re still there where I left you.
I really want; I really want to find you and if you’re there, let me know you hear me.

A blind man’s stick is tapping.
Here in the darkness guessing which way to turn.
The radius increasing, my senses stretching far.
This satellite receives a signal and I know where to go.

I boomerang: I’m coming back to you now.
I boomerang: you’re still there where I left you.

I really want; I really want to find you and if you’re there, let me know you hear me.
Track Name: The Sun Burning White
Say what you like, someone will change it.
Take what you see and try to explain it.
As sure as I breathe.
All you received, they already named it.
The sun burning white, close your eyes to avoid it.
A lake in the heat, a haze of flamingos.
Impressions of light dancing inside you, baking you dry. What is there to see, it's you that I can see.
Not what it seems. It's you that I can see.
So certain it seems, with solid foundations.
I can see, not what it seems. It's you that I can see.
Track Name: Born From Nothing
How did we make it, how did we create it?
Where did it come from?
I was sure there was nothing there.
Is it just timing, circumstance aligning?
What mix of things made it what it is?

I was a baby in your arms.
And now I’ve grown to what I am.
I learned to walk, I learned to speak.
What can I say now I can talk?
I felt the love, I felt the pain that I don’t want to live again.

We try to repeat it, leaving us defeated.
There’s no history that’s repeated.
It only comes this time, we only get this time.
To here and now...
Track Name: We Live On A Rock
I’m blind and I’m dumb and I suck it all up.
It’s true what you say, they make it all up.
What do you do with people like that?
What do you say to people like that?

Joined at the feet and joined at the hip.
We’re in this together, we live on a rock.
The trees fall and rot, the ground rises up,
We dig and we find we live on a rock.
It rolls and it sways and it works its way loose,
Then gravity free we fly into space...
Track Name: Made of Air
Rising from my bed this summer day,
Through the ceiling I keep going up.
And the land looks kind of strange from here,
As I rise up in the atmosphere,
And my arms they really could be wings,
And my fingers, feathers move like waves.

And the cars are just like little toys,
There a train on model railway lines.
Never seen houses so small as these.
Wonder what is moving me, ahh.
I’m made of air - Wonder what is moving me, ahh.
As we move across the sky. Wonder what is moving me, ahh.
Eye to eye with the bird passing by as we move across the sky.
Wonder what is moving me.
Moving far and free.

Rising from my bed this summer day, through the ceiling I keep going up.