Peter Hammill - Fireships 1991

  1. I Will Find You
  2. Curtains
  3. His Best Girl
  4. Oasis
  5. Incomplete Surrender
  6. Fireships
  7. Given Time
  8. Reprise
  9. Gaia


    I Will Find You

    Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
    onrushing headlights that blind you,
    a frightened runaway,
    at least you know I care,
    I will seek, I will search, I will find you.
    
    We are written in the star-crossed sky,
    the spirit music reminds you...
    you can run and hide, but surely by and by
    I will seek, I will search, I will find you.
    
    Far away, in another life
    you say you're going to find your freedom...
    don't run away to another life.
    
    Don't be afraid, there's no dark unknown,
    no shadow stalking behind you...
    don't be afraid,
    when you're lost and most alone
    I will seek, I will search, I will find you.
    
    Far away, in another life
    things might not be so very different...
    don't run away to another life.
    
    Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
    onrushing headlights that blind you,
    a frightened runaway,
    at least you know I care,
    I will seek, I will search, I will find you.
    
    (PH - Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Vox;
     David Lord - Strings, Percussion;
     Nic Potter - Bass)

    Curtains

    Well, Tommy woke that morning
    with a headfull of rocks
    and Sylvia was in shock.
    The story they'd been faking
    had frozen on their lips
    and fallen through the brush of fingertips
    and though they packed their bags,
    ready for the road,
    the curtains and the bedroom door
    stayed closed.
    For Sylvia and Tommy
    this is a curtain call
    they've been running away for years
    but pride in flight
    precedes a certain fall.
    
    So Tommy rubs his stubble
    as if to check his face is there
    and Sylvia combs her hair
    just like nothing really happened
    they'll carry on as before...
    but this thing won't work, will it, any more.
    And though the bags are packed
    ready for the road
    the curtains and the bedroom door
    stay closed.
    For Sylvia and Tommy
    there's nowhere left to hide...
    they've been running for years
    to find some kind of thrill
    to take away the emptiness
    that they both feel inside.
    
    Making the fictional
    out of the matter of fact;
    masquerade the picture
    but now the frame's all cracked.
    
    For Sylvia and Tommy
    there's nothing left to try
    they've been running for years
    to find some kind of life
    that offers an excitement
    that the rest of us pass by.
    
    So Tommy woke that morning
    with a headfull of rocks
    and Sylvia was in shock.
    This story they'd been faking
    was frozen on their lips
    and falling through the brush of fingertips
    and though the bags are packed
    ready for the road
    the curtains and the bedroom door
    stay closed.
    
    For Sylvia and Tommy
    there's nowhere left to go
    they've been running away so long
    there's just no strength to carry on
    they can't get back to what they knew
    a life abandoned once and long ago.
    
    (PH - Piano, Vox;
     David Lord - Keyboards, Orchestral Arrangement;
     Stuart Gordon - Violin)

    His Best Girl

    Foot down in the G Ti Cabriolet
    to the villa in the South of France
    for vacation;
    keep your head down, baby,
    keep your hair in golden curls
    and you will alays be his,
    and you will always be his best girl.
    
    Fast forward on the handycam video;
    top that tan up, glowing U/V on the sunbed...
    at the health farm you'll be
    guarding his investment well.
    
    Keep your head down, baby,
    keep your wits about you now
    and you will always be his,
    and you will always be his best girl.
    
    Beads and bangles, it's too late
    to claim your independence now:
    your rings and baubles are
    the marks of the possession.
    Keep your head down, baby,
    keep your counsel to yourself.
    Keep your hair on, baby,
    keep your wits about you now
    and you will always be his...
    but will you always be his best girl?
    
    Foot down in the G Ti Cabriolet,
    his new friend's young enough
    to be your daughter....
    Foot down in the G Ti Cabriolet.
    
    And you will always be his,
    but will you always be his best girl?
    
    (PH - Keyboards;
     Stuart Gordon - Violin;
     Nic Potter - Bass)

    Oasis

    Beside the pool of clear water,
    fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed,
    but in your body language
    angels sing.
    
    I swear on the Bible,
    swear on the sacred and profane
    I think I'm drowning in the vortex
    your eyes contain.
    Your secret face,
    show me your secret face.
    
    With stars and moon light for shelter,
    your breathing close in my ear,
    the wind is whispering a mystery
    for me to hear:
    your secret name.
    
    Tell me your secret name,
    oasis in a desert world,
    tell me your secret name.
    
    Let me drink from the well of secrets,
    pluck the fruit from the tree
    and feel your secret world envelop me.
    
    Your secret face,
    show me your secret face.
    
    Show me your secret face,
    naked as the sun,
    silent as the stars,
    secret oasis in a desert world.
    
    (PH - Pads, Vox;
     David Lord - Keyboards, Bass, Percussion;
     Stuart Gordon - Violin;
     David Jackson - Soprano Sax, Flute)

    Incomplete Surrender

    Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing,
    sweetheart, I want to give my all.
    
    Roll on the feminine side,
    the lion lies down with the lamb.
    Beneath the male surface,
    the chaos merchant, we're all half-human:
    understand only love's not blind,
    only love surrenders up the heart.
    
    The woman's heavy with the future,
    with intuition unalloyed;
    behind the smirk of the macho man
    is the quivering lip of the little boy.
    Put it all in place, I can almost taste it,
    so I surrender up my heart.
    
    I want nothing more than to be
    one for once, to feel you one with me;
    no finer mystery, no mystery when we start
    to surrender up our hearts.
    
    Sweetheart,
    I want nothing more than to be
    one for once, to feel you one with me;
    There's no mystery, no mystery when we start
    to surrender up our hearts.
    
    Where's the bridge to take us
    across the sexual divide?
    What arc of heaven makes us complete,
    makes the planets clash and the stars collide?
    With emotions bare we were both alive
    for a second there
    and we both surrendered up our hearts.
    
    Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing,
    sweetheart, I want to give my all
    
    And we both surrendered,
    incomplete surrender....
    
    (PH - Keyboards, Strings, Wind, Vox;
     Stuart Gordon - Violin;
     Nic Potter - Bass;
     John Ellis - Guitar)

    Fireships

    There's a smokescreen on the horizon,
    fireships under sail tonight....
    
    Here's the Armada of Souls,
    here's the flotilla from God knows where:
    from gopher-wood to the last of the ironclads
    in common concert they send up the flares.
    While we turn and turn around
    the rocket hits the roof...
    we never think that we'll get burned,
    we're fireproof,
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    Keep a stiff upper lip,
    the band play on
    through the raising of the toast;
    the captain's steady
    at the attention on the bridge
    it's surface matters
    that appear to matter most.
    We watch the galleons run aground,
    still we stand aloof;
    we never think that we'll get burned,
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    We think we're fireproof,
    we never think that we'll get burnaed;
    We sail on fireships,
    we never think, so we'll get burned.
    
    Straight for the eye of the hurricane,
    down to the last eye tooth
    we never think that we'll get burned,
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    Here's the Armada of light,
    here's the flotilla, for heaven's sake....
    We're sailing under a flag of convenience,
    casting our messages in bottles in our wake
    So we turn and turn around
    the rocket hits the roof...
    we never think that we'll get burned,
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    We never think that we'll get burned,
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    (PH - Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Percussion, Vox;
     Stuart Gordon - Violin;
     David Jackson - Alto Sax)

    Given Time

    There's no time for dull regrets
    no-one underwrites your debts.
    No satisfaction guaranteed,
    but this much I believe
       we make the lives we lead.
    
    Best foot forward, face the day
    as the moment slips away
    like a whisper on the wind;
    the tide turns as it breaks...
    Given time
       we lead the lives we make.
    
    The curve that we trace in time
    a shape of our own design.
    
    Say it's over when it's done
    did you learn to touch someone?
    Long ago and far away,
    voices linger on...
    long ago, just yesterday,
    caught in the clay of material need.
    Given time
       we make the lives we lead.
    
    Given time
       we make the lives we leave.
    
    (PH - Piano, Guitar, Vox;
     David Lord - Strings, Wind, Keyboard)

    Reprise

    We think we're fireproof,
    we never think that we'll get burned;
    we think we're fireproof,
    we never think, so well get burned;
    we think we're fireproof.
    
    Reprieve,
    reprise.
    
    If he got to do it all again
    would he do it over and over?
    In reprise, reprieve?
    
    But will she alway be his?
    
    (PH - Vox, Arrangement;
     David Lord - Arrangement, Samples)

    Gaia

    Butterflies on the wheel
    of a world that turns unyieldingly...
    every fragile beating wing
    moves the motor of the thing,
    oh, Gaia!
    
    Butterflies stir a breeze
    and the ripples flow unceasingly:
    far away the cyclones swirl.
    It's a whole, connected world.
    Oh, Gaia!
    
    Wipe those tears from your tired eyes:
    every breath you take a sacred sigh.
    
    Butterflies on the wheel
    making order out of chaos
    and each ripple in the air
    turns the motor everywhere,..
    
    Cry those tears, then dry those tired eyes:
    every breath you take keeps you alive.
    
    Butterflies as we are
    freeze in flight beneath the starry sky
    but the ghosts fly on and on...
    in this sense we all belong,
    oh, Gaia!
    
    And the sum of all the parts
    in the all-forgiving heart
    oh, Gaia.
    
    Oh, Gaia!
    
    (PH - Piano, Vox;
    David Lord - Orchestar)
    
    Produced by Peter Hammill and David Lord All songs by Peter Hammill except 'Reprise' by Hammill/Lord Recorded and Mixed at Terra Incognita, Bath November 1990 - August 1991 Fie! Records: 144 Walcot Street, Bath, Avon, BA15BL


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