**************************************************************** **** AND ALSO THE TREES : From Horizon to Horizon **** **************************************************************** Artist: And Also The Trees Album : From Horizon To Horizon Simon Huw Jones : vocals Justin Jones : guitar Steven Burrows : bass Nick Havas : drums ----------------------------------------------------------- @Song: Shantell (words: S.H.Jones) Winter words blow the trees Creatures trapped have to fall Hear their howls claw the sky Whispers follow Shantell Shantell sleeps, tables creak Mirrors start to speak Branches scratch, tap the panes Whispers follow Shantell @Song: Wallpaper Dying (w: S.H.Jones/N.Havas) The cold it penetrates so deep The leaves cry drops of ice A fire guts the land inside him He wonders what's it like To be in the sunshine with her The wet material on his face With lines of unforgetful stress A scratch in the wall by his side He watches all the time While all around him wallpaper dies The boards of such familiar grain Are roads leading nowhere Careful drawings in the dust He tries to remember The breeze it blows it all away Something through the darkness Caught his eye @Song: The Secret Sea (w: S.H.Jones) She swims the secret sea of sleeps cocoon Its soothing hands caress her dreams, she breathes She tries to hold him in her arms But sleep walks away She holds but light burns the day Upon the secret sea she floats alone She sees a figure on the shore who casts A shadow across her bedroom floor The tide pulls the day She calls but sleep floats away A swirling flood invades her room as sleep Takes off his head for her to feel His eyes lose his face Day pulls His eyes from his face She calls But sleep walks away She calls But sleep floats away She calls The light burns the day @Song: A Room Lives In Lucy (w: S.H.Jones) I hear voices from another morning And in the sunlight I feel the room grow Windows, white curtained and smooth walls But the night leaves her on the floors Of a mansion hall And the feet on the floors I must get up off the floors Off the floors... off the floors.... In Lucy lives a room, inside I feel someone's waking in my room again She says she's leaving But she will never go Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves She's stretching but she cannot reach The pale flowers Watching their petals fall Like the rain How it rains... how it rains... In Lucy lives a room, inside There are a lot of nice places we could go There are such a lot of nice places we could go There are so many beautiful places I've seen them somewhere But where is it we go With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood And the gentle laughter swirls round the room And she's gone In Lucy lives a room @Song: There Was A Man Of Double Deed (w: Anon) There was a man of double deed Who sowed his garden full of seed When the seed began to grow 'Twas like a garden full of snow When the snow began to melt 'Twas like a ship without a bell When the ship began to sail 'Twas like a bird without a tail When the bird began to fly 'Twas like an eagle on the sky When the sky began to roar 'Twas like a lion at my door When the door began to crack 'Twas like a stick across my back When my back began to smart 'Twas like a penknife in my heart When my heart began to bleed 'Twas death, and death, and death indeed @Song: Scarlet Arch (w: S.H.Jones) Lie in the pale summer heat Find a clock as it ticks Oh, to never sleep But the clock ticks so loud Like the cracking of whips Till the sun slowly heaves >From the blood hungry land To its heaven of blue Run, through the dust and the stones Like a stream as it flows Through the kingdom of peace But a beast roamed his head Like the aching of guilt As it bakes in the heat As its swollen tongue speaks Robs the old of their breath Hang beneath dawns scarlet arch Where the wind ever moans Like the slaveship it drifts @Song: The Critical Distance (w: S.H.Jones) Never beginning, never ending days Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand And the blunted knife presses into me Melting in the airless heat The walls close into me Nudging me this way and that >From one to another Like nervous thunder Thudding in my head a heart Is beating out the boredom Nudging me this way and that >From one to another Like nervous thunder Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep And the ever-watching walls lean over me But when I wake I feel alone There is nothing but a vast blank floor And although the walls are watching I can never reach them No matter how far I walk I can never reach them And the knife begins to shine Hisses in my hand Slices through the always blank distance So I can see my hooded girl Swipes through the whitewash nothing That shrouds my hooded girl She walks to me across the furrowed fields I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly And the knife it sparkles Like the piercing yellow mirror sea And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories Spills their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams... over me As I lie on the coral Amongst the driftwood And the ever watching walls lean over me @Song: Scythe & Spade (w: S.H.Jones/J.Hobman) Of all the deaf old bones Sceptre and crown Of all the kings and emperors Must tumble down They creak, stench, but all decay And in the dust be equal made Through sun, wind and sand With the poor crooked scythe and spade Each man od ivory and bone Sceptre and crown Of noble tribe of hybrid clan Must tumble down Spider weaves a pretty web And in the dust be equal made Brethren on this day With poor crooked scythe and spade Figure-flingers, faceless mask Sceptre and crown Of all those blind and buried years Must tumble down Career, fall and clatter And in the dust be equal made Now all the kings and emperors are With poor crooked scythe and spade @Song: Misfortunes (w: S.H.Jones/J.Jones) I would chase the moons cold eye Into the bitterest day And I would watch the sun-dial And in its shadow stay So don't let me be afraid I would hear misfortunes cry Out of its virtuos face And I would watch the sun-dial And through its darkness race The silver star of morning Blinks down a tear from the sky The sun has now arisen The night closed its watchful eye So don't let me be afraid I would chase its ancient time Into the perilous wastes And I would watch the sun-dial And in its shadows wait So don't let me be afraid I would hear misfortunes cry Pay to its warning no heed As I would watch the sun-dial My darkest thoughts were freed The silver star of morning Blinks down a tear from the sky The sun has now arisen The night closed its watchful eye So don't let me be afraid Don't let me be afraid ----------------------------------------------------------- If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat with a lunatic Trees-head, just mail me..... d92-upe@nada.kth.se (Ulisse Perotta)