1. |
CASTING A SPELL
01:32
|
|||
|
Always
always on edge
stuck on
stuck on a ledge
hedging your bets till tommorrow
wishes are for children
coins in the well
casting a spell
casting a spell but it don't come true
a child
with a wrinkled face
incantations from a basket case
a wish tossed into space
tinsel and moondust
hockum
and eternal disappointment
curses
curses
curses
|
||||
2. |
FOR HER WHAT WASN'T
03:39
|
|||
|
When the cog is spinning all around
Engaging nothing merely turning round
and where you’re headed for aint homeward bound
Only crazed…
When you’re crying in the morning time
Cos you know you’re ill defined
Blurring at the edges of your mind
What’s to know?
Going into realms too sane
Where the facts are facts interpretations plain
There is no thing to say anymore
Say you’ll love and then be gone again
Fleet footed like a cat upon the rain
Saying you don’t need to know my pain anymore
But what you said is all in vain
Words betray enough to show
And what I meant to do was pray Not implore
Well you told me I was wrong
And that I need no longer tag along
In future days I’ll be alone and dazed evermore
But what we’ll never know for sure
Is why madness attracts madness to your door
And why you’d wanna know that shame I won’t become
Ships go down Like another Agent Brown
You made me to drown in a pail
And while you walk I ring a bell
One that says good bye like I will
there’ll be no-one left before the day is long
but now you come to find the waves
Are crashing in your own sea caves
As though you want to vent your rage
Upon the scene
There was a better time
When mystery wasn’t such a bad thing
And you had not a lot to answer for
Nothing i mean…..
|
||||
3. |
NOCTURNAL REFRAINS
06:05
|
|||
|
One day
you'll be standing at a window
gazing out as the night invades your brain
and somehow
you'll get lost in the reflection
of your own face as it shimmers on the pane
moonlight lights the scene beyond your window
while your own face hovers in between
makes you wonder if you're only a ghost
one who haunts their own shell
as a memory haunts what's been
there is a ringing deep in our hearts
tolling like a bell
hollow on the underneath
and clanging like a railway in hell
yet "night time is the right time"
as we all know very well
waiting till the morning breaks the spell
one day you'll be lying beneath a window
in a deep sleep as the sun rises unseen
and the curtains - block all the light
and keep you blind to the fact
that each day you should be born again.
|
||||
4. |
PINGERFICKING
03:50
|
|||
5. |
YOU MOVE ON
05:10
|
|||
|
Between ideals and what's real
wild distortions are made
what's recalled is made to fit
whatever the will makes of it.. perhaps?
you move on
"so much anger remains
in the ashes of our lives now estranged..."
the kind of song I've grown to hate
change the record if you can
find a new one to put on
you move on
I've been making love to Sandy Denny every night
she always seems to fake it
though her corpse cleaned up all alright
whatever, roll over Sandy
and turn out the light
you move on...
|
||||
6. |
NOT THE HIGH SEAS
07:01
|
|||
|
On this globe
On this chip
Of silicone and cheese
No, that keyboard ain’t a sailing ship
And no, that screen it aint the high seas
And will our essence evolve into endless digital code
Ones and zeros, dot or dash
Replicating via endless fibre-optic nodes
And will… No! stop there! stop there!
Before I write the script to a sci-fi flick
But no-one calls them “flicks” anymore
Choking on a byte-sized chunk of sick
And could it be that this precedes
An inevitable descent
Into dystopian places where you know you’re bound to be…
What’s the point of endless replication
Oh what’s the point of el.ii.ef.ee.
Oh what’s the point of dee.ee.aa.tee ach.
Oh what’s the point of songs of good taste
What’s the point of good taste?
|
||||
7. |
CHESSMASTER STRATEGIES
02:16
|
|||
|
When your chesspieces get stuck like glue
can't move anywhere without having to
where's the way gone
when the will's still there
chessmaster strategies fly through the air
watch the pieces falling one by one
that's the way
the way your wool was spun
can't retract your moves the rulebook says
some games last minutes and some games last years
|
||||
8. |
FLOWERS
03:30
|
|||
|
flowers
pretty flowers
growing in the pavement cracks
showers
pretty rain showers
raining dogs and cats
towers
towers of steel
towering up into the sky
glass
windows of glass
that shimmer in your eye
vibrations
"bad" virbrations
and the towers come falling down
flesh
pretty pink flesh
trembling all around
blood
pretty blood
running down the street
mud
dirty mud
turning brown the meat
putrefaction
pretty putrifaction
turning meat to soil
flowers
pretty flowers
up from the dirt uncoil
|
||||
9. |
CATCH 22
05:57
|
|||
|
Life is a cunt....
and some people do things that destroy others
comprende?
Life is a miracle…
some people do good things…. But sometimes you gotta just say what you need to
|
||||
10. |
STRANGE FEELING
02:18
|
|||
11. |
COCKROACH SONG
01:52
|
|||
|
Time don't heed you
it slips away
time don't need you
you waste the days and time,
time don't feel
history in the making
but it don't seem real
things keep breaking down
but clockwork drives the wheel
on and on
but then the wheel starts creaking
so bring the oil can here
you hear a cockroach squeaking
slugs drown in your beer
and all you can remember is your own name
like you're some deserting soldier
trying to reach the desert shore
- walk on.
|
||||
12. |
||||
13. |
EVERYBODY ELSE IS MAD
04:30
|
|||
|
People aren't all the same
this song is a LIE!
Its mostly improvised
if I could change it I would
|
||||
14. |
THE STATION SONG
05:14
|
|||
|
Waiting at the station
trying to catch a train
to another nation
that will let you live as sane
that'll let you leave the pain...
did somebody write your story
or interpret its events
was it Kafka or Enid Blyton
they're a-sitting on the fence
yeah theyre sitting on your fence
you're a-waiting at the station
and at last here comes your train
take your seat no expectations
as you look out at the rain
yeah you look out at the rain
and down your aisle comes the conductor
with his ticket book in hand
and he asks for "some ID boy?"
and you place it in his hand
in your own home's foreign land
the conductor checks you over
as he looks at your ID
and he says "You ain't no Josef K"..
"No! .. you look like Noddy to me"
as he clicks your stub reluctantly
and as the trains departing
you look out at the rain
and you know that your departure
is to nowhere but the same
nowhere but the same
waiting at the station
tryna catch a train
to another nation
that'll let you live as sane
tryna leave the pain.... (chug chug chug ...ha ha ha)
|
||||
15. |
SELF HELP
04:26
|
|||
|
I see
where I've been
the pitfalls
the whole scene
but hindsight is something
that don't come for free
if I help you
can you help me?
[sadly beyond this point the lyrics turn to muddled nonsense]
|
||||
16. |
THE GARDENER
05:19
|
|||
|
I had a friend who was a gardener
He could make things grow
by barely soiling his hands
And the rain did all the rest
And the sun followed up behind
But he got weeded out!
|
||||
17. |
THE LANDS BEYOND SONG
02:42
|
|||
|
Have you seen those lands beyond?
well of course you have
we've all seen those lands beyond
beyond the good and bad
beyond your mum and dad
beyond the dumb and mad
beyond your little-old-self and your own home pad
there are ripostes to all that irks
states of mind that transcend your lurks
philosophies that bend your mind
to accept what can’t be changed
or to stumble on blind
but some things are so hard to swallow
get stuck in your throat
and leave you feeling hollow
they won’t leave the present
to get lost in the past
they haunt you every day
like you’ve been cursed by witchcraft
so you learn to get lost in the small things
cracks in the pavement
friends in the wings
ducks on a pond
and discs on the platter
thank god for good music
and the things that really matter
|
||||
18. |
NEW BLACK HOLE
02:31
|
|||
|
When you were born
and maybe how you were raised
and where you grazed
nature or nurture
come to the edge
come to the mouth of the cave
wielding sticks and your stones
and I'd like to talk more plainly
calling each spade a spade
but the field is full of flowers
and its a one stop shop in the everglades
flesh in the meadow
snatches of straw
see the forks talk gamely
pitching slowly
more pond weeding
sneezing the goose
through the grey feathered clouds
set on misted delay
but you wish pure rain would fall on down
bleeding colours away
night close in
seal the deal and walk into the day
new black hole
cut like crystal
shuffling onwards
bravely stoking the fire
new black iris with your pupils clear as crystal
focus full or dilation entire
well we can't see further anyhow
beyond what our eyes can define
smudge and blur
swilling the beer and spilling the wine
|
||||
19. |
CHANNELING
03:27
|
|||
|
Folk songs
joke songs
songs of despair
songs of societal greasing:
keeping the bearings from seizing (no fear)
dance of the lemmings
hey tho its corny and old
like its dejavu's wheelings and dealings
I know you know
theres no way out of here
drink to your fate
somebody lay some free jazz on the platter
celtic crap cloys tho you're mired in it
write your own songs with a lickity split
what made me say that
channeling quaint cargo ships
channeling great ocean liners
channeling discord and channeling spit
from the spray of some idiots mouth
etc
|
||||
20. |
FAITH
02:03
|
|||
|
Faith
and I don't mean in gods
and i don't mean in magic
and I don't mean in things
all turning out ok
Faith
and I don't mean in love
and I don't mean in hating
and I don't mean in science
and I don't mean in fear
faith and I don't mean in you
and I don't mean in me no
and I don't mean in facts
and I don't mean in mystery
faith
and I don't mean in gambling
and I don't mean in dieing
faith...
(faith in holding on maybe...)
|
||||
21. |
WHAT IF?
02:46
|
|||
|
What if you knew something
that no-one else could comprehend
and it was futile to try to explain
and you were lost
without a true friend
and what if you were all alone
your heart would be safer
to be made of stone
but stones don t bleed they crack
I would if I could: become a humble buddhist monk
I would if I could: climb out of this funk
I would if I could: fill your cave with spunk
I would if I could: addict myself to junk
|
||||
Donald McPherson New Zealand
Donald is a home recording artist who is on the one hand an improvising acoustic guitarist, on the other a songwriter.
If you like Donald McPherson, you may also like:
supported by 4 fans who also own “CD1 of "LANDS BEYOND" (Denial)”
Architect of Space, King of Time. Awesome stuff.
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “CD1 of "LANDS BEYOND" (Denial)”
go to album
PSI-SOLATION
by a global compilation of music made in lockdown
supported by 4 fans who also own “CD1 of "LANDS BEYOND" (Denial)”
Amazingly talented creators from across NZ.
go to album
The Toronto-based sextet make moody, cinematic sounding music that blends psych-folk and post-rock.
go to album
Mind, Man, Medicine
by The Secret Sisters
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation.
go to album
More contemplative folk from the Minnesota singer-songwriter, sustained by raw full-band arrangements and philosophical lyrics.
go to album
Plasma Splice Trifle
by Astral Social Club & Grumbling Fur Time Machine Orchestra
supported by 4 fans who also own “CD1 of "LANDS BEYOND" (Denial)”
3 years wasted not listening to this splendid thing. My fault, gents! I was unaware, but now…no longer.
go to album
