THE FIRST DAY
1. GOD'S MONKEY
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn, David Bottrill
2. JEAN THE BIRDMAN
3. FIREPOWER
4. BRIGHTNESS FALLS
5. 20 CENTURY DREAMING
6. DARSHAN
One push
You fall in
Born in darkness
Born in darkness
Built on shame
And hurting
Filled with silence
Filled with silence
And stars
Stars
Stars
Find the ladder
Climb the ladder
To God's monkey
No songs
To sing
That I believe in
That I believe in
Can't breathe the air
It's too thin
This far from heaven
This far from heaven
And stars
Stars
Find the ladder
Climb the ladder
To God's monkey.
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn
He gambles on the saddle
He's pulling at the mane
The thrashes at the horse's back
Ambition is a bloody game
Horse doesn't want to jump
The river looks too wide
Well he faces every hurdle
With a nervous state of mind
"Stay with me, breathe deeply
Take three paces back
Turn and make a full attack"
The gods are laughing
And they're tugging at the reins
But he's taken to his wings
And they hit the bank
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
His finger's on the trigger
His eye is on the clock
He doesn't give the game away
And quickly fires the bullets off
Six hearts cut short
Still dreaming they're alive
Blown 'round in dusty circles
Like an absent state of mind
Who hunter? Who victim?
God love America
He surely doesn't love him
Hitching out of nowhere
Lines of traffic knee deep
A chance to stave the morning off
And get some sleep
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
He wears a crucifix
His mother left to him
It's wrapped in chains around his heart
Rusted and wafer thin
"Don't count on luck son"
All the angels sing
"Don't need to check a weathervane
We all know what tomorrow brings"
Life is a cattle farm
Coyotes with the mules
Life is a bullring
For taking risks and flouting rules
Who needs a safety net
The world is open wide
Just look out for the card sharks
And the danger signs
Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats a lot
No room for silence, pause or thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They placed the barrel at his head
Raging blind and rising
Cursed by saints and all the rest
He can't stand up for trying
Shot through with anger and desire
A mouth to feed, a room for hire
He drinks 'goodbyes', the bottle dry
Brutalised but smiling
Causing casualities by the hour
Outweighed by stars
And Firepower
Causing casualities by the hour
Waylayed by stars
And Firepower
He beats the door and breaks the lock
Afraid to sleep he won't let up
No room for silence, pause or thought
To ease the hurt inside him
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn
Baby, baby
I hate to go
Don't leave me alone with this sorrow
The body's heavy
The getting's slow
Lost in moments
Caught in moments
The night is starless
And stands below
And I need you by my side
Baby, baby
I love you so
Don't leave me alone in this hollow
When brightness falls
Who'll come running?
When brightness falls
Who'll come running in?
Saved by silence
Saved by noise
Saved by lightning
Saved by joy
Building on emptiness
And all you broken hearted people
Baby, baby
The hurt heals slow
And who can believe in tomorrow?
when brightness falls
Who'll come running?
When brightness falls
Who'll come running in?
The ticket's exploded
Only one way out
Live in lightness
Lost in lightness
There's nothing left to write about
And time's no longer
The greatest injustice of all
On this new day
(a shaman's song)
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn
Cold morning
Start of another day
Sleeping through the epilogue
Waking to the sound of rain
Driven to the crossroads
Where value's meaningless
What did you do to my faith
In justice, hope and happiness
Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love
Take my fire
Take my food and water
Forget about those promises
Of social good and social order
Lassoed by the cowboys
Tied down and it shows
Well I'm roping in those bad dreams
And selling off my working clothes
Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love
Gonna take a course of action
To restore my sight
'Til the heart of motivation
Is filled with a golden light
They're hiding in the treetops
Tugging at my coat
But the power lines are falling down
And burning in the undergrowth
Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love
As the river runs
Tumbles and turns
You know you shouldn't stay
Or play the game again
But it could be different this time
You may win
Dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming lying down
Dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming lying down
I'm moving to the house of love
Here comes the dreaming
(the road to graceland)
Words by David Sylvian
Music By David Sylvian, Robert Fripp, Trey Gunn, David Bottrill
Darshan
Two birds
One stone
One chance
Is thrown
Don't make
Mistakes
Two thieves
Strung up
One knife
One cut
Two doors
One shut
One light
One way
One road
To take
We stand
And wait
From cool
To warm
From dusk
'Til dawn
From flux
To form
Kneeling on the road to graceland
Kneeling on the road to graceland
To graceland
Darshan