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Drifting like cigarette smoke by the window,
Carried on dead air
Their voices pass through the cracks in the wall,
Shaken and threadbare
Trying to deny how the cards always fall,
But it’s always the same way
These promises, they don’t work anymore
These promises, they don’t work anymore
This place is no place, this place is no place, this place is no place
For harbouring angels, for harbouring angels
This place is no place, this place is no place, this place is no place
For harbouring angels, for harbouring angels
Drifting out anchorless after the storm,
Carried on shock waves
Took the connections down once and for all,
One too many bad days
Vessels stand empty in the room down the hall,
To comfort and cradle
But her lullabies, they don’t work anymore
Her lullabies, they don’t work anymore
This place…
The end of the world came whenever you cried
But these days
You look so pretty with tears in your eyes
How did this sickness get out of control?
How come our spells, they don’t work anymore?
How come our magic don’t work anymore?
This place……
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Replica
04:33
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I can get you into places where the sun never shines
I can get you out of places where the law don’t apply
Where the law don’t apply
Hey party girl, you like a little crime?
We look good together when the lights are down low
Feel us come together in the sweet neon glow
In the sweet neon glow
Hey party girl, you like a little chrome?
I got the silver, you got the gold
Bang bang, lay down and play dead
Kiss kiss, lay me down gentle
Bang bang, lay down and play dead
Kiss kiss, a taste of precious metal,
A taste of precious metal
Feeling pretty guilty with your new accessory
Pass it around your circle, do they all want a piece?
Yeah, they all want a piece
Hey party girl, do you aim to please?
I can get you into places with nothing to declare
I can get you out of places when you’re a little scared
Are you a little scared?
Hey party girl, try not to stare
Who loves you baby? Who really cares?
Bang bang…..
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Can’t stand the birdsong, can’t stand the TV
Can’t stand the radio jammed on your frequency
Can’t stand my music, It’s every barre
Cuts another scar
Can’t stand the questions, X times and add Y
There are no answers that could ever satisfy
Can’t spit the words out to buy cigarettes
I’m seeing stars
And stepping out in front of cars
Can’t stand my sentence, pure solitary
Can’t stand my freedom, freedom is misery
The cage is open, but I’m too conditioned
To go too far
Can’t stand the ocean, it keeps calling to me
Can’t stand this city, and everything it’s done to me
I can’t stand still, a kiss of death
Brushes my arm
I’m stepping out in front of cars
Every back street and every corner turned
Rolls a ghost scene on automatic replay
Taken back, breaking back again
Powerless, condemned to watch the scene unfold
Can’t stand your sweet voice, whispering softly
Can’t stand this silence, why can’t you talk to me?
Can’t stand my telephone, nobody calls
But it’s always charged
I’m stepping out in front of cars
Can’t face my loved ones, though they’re all there for me
Can’t face the death wish of my own company
Time, it stands still, when I step out
In front of cars
So I can wonder where you are
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Isabelline
04:30
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So far and so long gone, the needle scratches endless fade out
Night vision flickers on, from pulses on the radar
A warm electric flows, illuminating words and letters
Just long enough to hold magnetic fields together
Nobody ever got to find out why
Nobody ever got to say goodbye
Isabelline,
The lost souls that evolve around you
From the worlds that revolve around you
Are torn from the axis
Isabelline,
Like the cracks open up in your pane
Fixed up but then broken again
Torn from the axis
Is it in vain?
So far and so long gone, the waking hours grow ever later
A streetlight flickers on, but the guiding star is fading
Beyond air-traffic flows, beyond the haze of vapour trails
A thousand afterglows are chasing every tail
Nobody….
Isabelline…..
Isabelline,
See the souls that evolve around you
See the worlds that revolve around you
Descend into darkness
Isabelline
Hear the birds singing out your real name
Can you recognise the song? It’s the same
One you used to dance to
Is it in vain?
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Faith Is Blind
03:58
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When I come home
I climb the stairs
To wash the night from
The length of my hair
To wash the dirt from
My broken fingernails
When I come home
I will be yours
Give me an inch
I’ll give enough rope
Give me a last chance
I’ll give enough hope
Give me a weak flame
I’ll keep it burning
Flickering on
Flickering on
And if I said I never lied to you
If I said I know not what I do
If I said I never lied to you
Take me in your arms
and have me believe
Baby, your faith is blind
The more I stray
So many miles
The better I get
At my hospital smile
The more mistakes I
Conspire to make
The less they seem
To feel like mistakes
When I come home
I will be yours
I’ll be your baby
Behind the closed doors
I’ll be the last one
To turn the lights out
For tonight alone
I will be yours
And if I……
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Eleanora
04:16
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After the ones who swore they’d never
Have looked the other way
I heard the ghosts of the good Samaritans
They’re turning in their graves
After the ones who couldn’t remember
All for their own sake
I heard the last good ships abandoned
With nothing in their wake
Eleanora,
How much more can a heart take
Of all the wrong breaks
How can you call this living?
Eleanora,
We were born under wrong signs
Raised in wrong times
Still you go on forgiving
For all the faith I lost without you,
I’ve been blessed to gain
From all the faith that you have in me,
for all my mistakes
With just a teardrop of your patience
Of more than a thousand saints
For all my sins and wasted chances
I can start again
(can we start again?)
Eleanora…
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Zero One, Zero One
03:44
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It’s the first of January, but I don’t know what’s new
I found a place to rent, oh well, a room without a view
So I make up pretty scenery, and project it all on you
It’s the first of January, don’t ask me what’s new
It’s the first of January, but I’m already through
Every last page in the diary, so to scrawl these words to you
I tore up my wedding dress with your old razor blades
It’s the first of January, and my bed’s already made
It’s the first of January, I’ve forgotten about the sun
If it rises anymore, well it forgot about London
In May I may remember, if I make it here that long
It’s the first of January, all their celebrating’s done
It’s the first of January, but my resolutions gone
I made it in your bed, the first place I really belonged
You were lying on your right side, for something I’d done wrong
It’s the first of January, but my resolutions gone
It’s the first of January, a day for friends and lovers
They’re already saying ‘she never really recovered’
If I’m written out so quickly, let me give you my consent
Keep this signature forever, now I don’t need a name
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Time Delay
04:00
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Walking side by side, with the living dead
Call this place a home, it’s just another lonely bed
Killing all my time by the turning of the tide
Home is anywhere I have you by side
Memories are wasted on me without you
Baby this time delay is a crime
that we have to pay
for in kind, day after long day
so entwined so far away
Carrying this cross, that was never ours to bear
I’ll call this place a home, when this home is shared
I’ve been here so long, but it’s still a no man’s land
Home is anywhere you’re holding my hand
Memories…..
Baby this time delay is a crime
that we have to pay
for in kind, day after long day
so entwined so far away
Imaginary lines are keeping us apart
in different worlds but under the same stars
Photographs will fade, but I’ll remain the same
Home is anywhere together we will stay
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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Mother Hackney
04:36
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well, I was only passin’ through
just maybe for a year or two
but the virus it crawled underneath my skin
comin’ down with a white rose
I split the north and hit the road
when I heard the ghetto callin’ out my name
with my dog and my guitar
well, we could only go so far
before the three of us were runnin’ out of brass
but I had everything to gain
with sweet f.a. to my bad name
asylum seekin’, less than sweet f.a. to lose
and now I’m back in the bosom of mother Hackney
scene of all my crimes
but mother Hackney, you’ve witnessed all the crimes against me
god knows I’ve served my time
I read the scrawls of revelation
on the walls of Central station
in New York, well I’dve sat right down and wept
but it was only in the dead heat
of a summer night-Mare Street
that I saw the good samaritan leave town
he’d seem ’em trash a listed building
where a junkie’d gotten killed in
and a killing was just what the council made
now it’s a yuppie live-work space
behind security gates
up and comin’ round the marshes when she comes
and now I’m…..
now everybody’s breakin’ down
just count the burn-outs on the Downs
man and machine in perfect disharmony
and there’s a red house over yonder
feeds the neighbours growin’ fonder
of a taste of honey, what’s the crack baby?
and well I tried to get away
but how my sweetheart made me pay
I woke up to find the handcuffs were Clapton
livin’ on the murder mile
oh lord what can you do but smile
with a psycho and his gun for company
(Copyright Mark James Pearson)
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MORNING BRIDE Filey, UK
"ASTONISHING" - THE INDEPENDENT
"A BRILLIANT ROOTS ROCK BAND WITH SOLID GOLD TUNES - EVERY
SONG IS A TRIUMPH" - THE WORD MAGAZINE
Morning Bride is Amity Joy Dunn, Mark James Pearson & Pete Bennett. The band have released three critically-acclaimed albums - 'Goodbye Seaside Danny Wilde' (2021), 'The North Sea Rising' (2013) & 'Lea Valley Delta Blues' (2008).
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