Peter Hammill - Everyone You Hold 1997

  1. Everyone You Hold
  2. Personality
  3. Nothing Comes
  4. From The Safe House
  5. Phosphorescence
  6. Falling Open
  7. Bubble
  8. Can Do
  9. Tenderness


    Everyone You Hold

    Everyone you hold
    takes a piece of you away;
    everyone you know
    pricks the image of the human clay
    and everybody's laughing -
    the joke goes mouth to mouth and slips away.
    
    Everyone you hold
    leaves you something of themself;
    everyone you told
    spreads your secret on the warehouse shelf
    and everybody buys it
    for everyone's in commerce and in trade.
    
    When every sweet embrace has faded
    the voices dip, the faces dim and memory drifts away -
    still you stay in everyone you hold.
    
    Everyone you hold
    no, they never leave your side;
    everybody knows
    there are secrets we can't hope to hide.
    If everyone is with you
    then you can never be alone at all
    and everyone forgives you -
    accumulated whispers, Chinese walls.
    
    Now everyone you knew
    with smiles that you've seen through
    is waving distant semaphore:
    we flag, it's true....
    
    But you're still in everyone you hold.
    
    Everyone you hold,
    everyone you hold,
    everyone you told
     knows.

    Personality

    Not the same,
    we are changed and we are changing still;
    I've been waiting for the beans to spill.
    If the truth be told all the plots will unfold:
    we've as many lives as we have friends or acquaintances,
    we're all only fractions of a whole.
    
    Self-belief
    glues together personality;
    well-accomplished in all vanity,
    in a life-long dream the consciousnesses stream
    through as many lives as this: all the voices in our heads.
    
    My brother's keeper
    under no lock or key
    will you always look out for me?
    
    I don't remember, I don't remember,
    I don't remember the names,
    the essential's familiar, the personality's under change....
    
    Through your eyes
    I can see reflections of my own,
    I feel I'm losing sight of all I've known
    and I'm spiralling down, in the gene-pool drowned....
    Truth is buried deep and just as well:
    we've as many lives as lies we tell,
    all the seld-taught fragments of fractured personalities.
    
    I don't remember your name.

    Nothing Comes

    Consternation out of the box
    as the conversation runs onto the rocks;
    in full expectation nothing comes as a shock.
    
    It's all plain sailing in the dry dock;
    it's all downhill from here, in the rubble, taking stock...
    with no sense of feeling nothing comes as a shock.
    
    You remind me of the girlfriend I never had:
    never fitted the equation, I was never quite one of the lads.
    Still I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
    once I thought I knew all that, now I just don't know.
    
    The wrap's about to happen, the scene is already blocked,
    black-out's already plotted and the cameras are locked:
    when everything's over nothing comes as a shock.
    
    I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
    once I thought I knew it all, now I just don't know.

    From The Safe House

    This is not the final call,
    and this is not a ghostly guide
    and these are not the words for which we've waited;
    still we're glued to the headsets
    while the world's collapsed outside....
    is it all really over now?
    It doesn't matter if no-one else will hear.
    Now you can say what you want, all outspoken.
    Oh no, it doesn't matter,
    no-one can get near us now...
    so we can send in clear.
    
    The storm cloud's broken and the old rule's fallen down;
    the winds of history whip us naked.
    Nothing's familiar on the streets of the old town
    and chaos is the currency.
    It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear us now...
    It's time to send in clear,
     send in clear.
     Here in the Safe House,
     fear in the Safe House
    
    No messages for coding,
    no sense in subterfuge...all hope's in flight,
    but here we are and here it's ending.
    Last secrets to be whispered and the dying of the light
    are all that we have left now.
    It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear,
    now we can say what we want, all is open.
    At least it doesn't matter, no-one can get near us now...
    It's time to send in clear.
     Here in the Safe House...
     all clear
    And they're coming for you now, if you're ready or you're not
    and they're coming for you now - are you ready?
    No, you're not and they're here.

    Phosphorescence

    Across the ocean of the night
    you turn and look into my eyes,
    burn into my life.
    Now the moment's magical
    but we keep our silence
    
    You could tell me anything you want,
    you could tell me all your secret wishes;
    only in our eyes, only in our eyes
    we made the soul kiss
    and we will never pass this way again
    we will never know each other better;
    ships pass in the night
    and in their wake they leave just phosphorescence.
    
    You could tell me any lies you want,
    it wouldn't change the way I feel about this;
    only in our eyes, only in our eyes
    we made the soul kiss
    and we will never pass this way again
    but we'll always feel each other's presence...
    ships pass in the night
    and when we wake we're left with phosphorescence

    Falling Open

    I see
    what isn't there and what might be:
    all the pages falling open.
    
    Out of my grasp
    the future floods my fingers:
    the blood that binds the bone
    for us a given, unforgiving known.
     All I've known unknowing
    Although I'm stumbling onward on the words
    The script is always clasped
    within my hand, encrypted.
     now I see...
    A loosening grip,
    a palm asweat from clenching...
    the binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor.
    
    The book slips through my fingers,
    all the pages falling open.

    Bubble

    Let's begin at the top:
    there's no reason to think that this will ever stop,
    so let's go back and start again;
    in this finite uncertainty we'll circle round and then
    sail a craft of self-conviction
    across tomorrow-never-knows
    where the surface stays unruffled
    while the coral clusters quietly down below.
    
    Cutting figures of pride and will
    like Leonardo cartoons
    we go flying formation in our hot-air speech balloons.
    
    Can't go back, can't reverse...
    no-one here really quite believes
    the bubble's going to,
    the bubble's going to,
    the bubble's going to burst.
    
    I fell off the raft of self-assurance
    into undertow that sucked me dry and deep;
    bent double by thought bubbles flooding through my blood
    I surfaced from a lifetime's worth of sleep.
    I remember once I gave myself the lecture,
    swore on life as both a blessing and a curse
    but all solid faith seems nothing but conjecture
    now the bubble's going to,
    bubble's going to,
    bubble's going to,
    bubble's going to burst.
    
    And our bones become the coral of the future
    and we slake the life-long thirst;
    with a pin-prick, on a reef like a razor,
    the bubble's going to burst.
    
    The bubble's sure to burst.

    Can Do

    When you're fingered by self-doubt, my dear,
    no-one is innocent or guilty.
    Chained, your reaction when you're on the spot:
    the flower of faith is wilting.
    But if there's something that you've left behind
    there'll be something else upcoming...
    make what you will, the future happens;
    now this is something that you just won't find till later.
    
    No disillusion or despair will be defeat,
    no simple disappointment should stay you
    get up upon your feet,
    stand up: life is sweet
    with will we'll all shine through...
     Don't you ever give up on me
     I will never give up on you
     Don't you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know quite what you
     Can do
    can do,
    can do.
    
    When the long wave of the future breaks
    we're all transmitters and receivers,
    babes, and we're swaddled in the changeling room.
    If this is nothing less than mystic
    and yet something more than strange
    still there's nothing worth remembering for tomorrow you could ever change...
    I think you got it,
    I think you got it,
    it's in the pocket.
    
    You know your place, you know your name, you got your slot,
    you got the strength to be exactly what you want to.
    With faith in faith intact,
    time to test the given facts:
    when we wake we'll be made brand new
    and I'll be there right beside you.
    I believe in time we'll all shine through...
     Don't you ever give up on me
     I will never give up on you
     Don't you ever say "Can't", if you know that's not true
     Don't you ever say "Won't", when you know you'll pull through
     Don't you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know what you
     Can do.
    Can do,
    can do.
    Don't you say you can't do it; till you try you don't know what you can do.
    You say you can't do it - says who?

    Tenderness

    Nothing I can say, but this much I can do:
    if you want I'll stay and be with you.
    Just let the tears flood down and, yes,
     I can offer you tenderness.
    
    What is gone is gone, it can be no more,
    so we must move along and close the door.
    I'm not his match, this I confess -
     but still I offer you tenderness.
     No more, no less:
     I can offer you tenderness.
    
    He'll stay with you, I know...
    now's the time to remember and let go.
    
    Life will turn around though now it's growing dim,
    although you feel the light's gone out with him.
    Cry out all your tears, you loved him best -
     still I offer you tenderness,
     no more, no less;
     deep in your distress
     I'm here to offer some tenderness.
     I'm here to offer you tenderness.
     All I can offer's tenderness.
    
    Remember and let go.
    
    Recorded, mixed and mastered at Terra Incognita. Bath April 1995 - June 1997. Produced by Peter Hammill


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