Adieu, England

When I set sail
On drunken waters
The christened ship set forth
Wine bottles crack the hull.
Mark well the day
And mark the hour;
The time I tried to die
A good Hollywood death.

All the banners all said I was leaving
And the colliery band played Adieu, England
Oh, I’ll sing for the sunken who wait on dry land.

Pirates patrol the ports of Yorkshire
(Adieu, old England, Adieu)
Tatooed masts and a red wine rorsache
I saw sirens with rust tongues drowning
Ploughing through pale blue oblivion
Sing me a song for a sea-sick sailor
One more pull for the port of Yorkshire

Man is as a Garden Born

I married my obsessions
Of girls and bells and flowers
Those golden, stone-age powers
Most present in my mind.

I implored my darling mother
To unfog the scrying mirror
And tease songs undiscovered
From the unsuspecting air.

So sing to me you rolling, golden everlasting
They’ll roar your songs in stadiums where lions dine on Christians

Baby, Lay Your Burden Down

When I held you in my arms like lovers do, I’m told
I was reminded of a shipwreck victims hold.
While a million distant suns illumine darkest night
I will nominate you polestar of my life.

So baby, lay your burden down
Baby, lay your burden down

(oh, lay it down and hush your tongue, let loose the drum)

Baby, baby, baby lay your burden down
Baby, baby, baby lay your burden down
Hush your tongue and let loose the drum
Hush your tongue and let loose the drum

I used to think that I was some kind of ancient Greek
Raging from the pages of Antiquity.
Oh, you were just a mortal caught between my teeth
A parasite by any other name.

Baby, baby, baby lay your burden down…

I met you in the private, velvet country of night
After praying all day to Johnny Ray.
Oh, the night is just a door that leads to darkness
Prayer is just an old fashioned game.

Baby, baby, baby lay your burden down…

When I held you in my arms like lovers do, I’m told

Did you sing Together?

I was better off last night
Groaning on the floor.
I was a hero in some unrecorded war.
But just as Ovid said;
The mouth that bears the wound
Shall open to a thousand lovers more.

Every mouth contains a sigh
In each sigh a song.
Mine was A Feather Resting on the Breath of God
The bird that gave it up is choking on a worm
And I can only sigh for his lost song.

Over on the other side of the night
I will answer to the calling dawn

So are you at your best again
Since you left your lowland singer?
Did he sing his best for you
Abandoned Love, Desire too?
Did you sing together?

September is the Month of Death

September is the month of death
(Sing for the love of the earth with your dying breath)
With weeping trees and leaves bereft
Men prowl onyx-eyed with priapic desire
And waltz through woodland the colour of fire
I gazed at Autumn’s illumination
And sat at his feet and took dictation
Broadcasting prayers with every breath
September is the month if death.

Love Made An Outlaw Of My Heart

We wrote love letters in the sand
On the beach we walked hand in hand
But your kisses were as cold and as hard as marble stone
What’s wrong?

Oh, shake the sand out of your hair
Let it fall down on your breasts
Your wistful kisses are in vain cos I just don’t feel the same
It’s the end.

So long, love was a dirty word
So long, I’ve found another girl
Love has made an outlaw of my heart.

Love made an outlaw of my heart
Red wine and an old guitar
I asked you if you felt remorse
And I answered; well of course. I got caught.

So long….

Ravenna

All the airborn spores of spring
Poppies smear the fields like lipstick kisses.
I held you like my last £10
And drew you like sunflowers towards the sun.

I caught the sun…. Ravenna
And gave it to your eyes…. Forever

All the harlequins of Venice
Couldn’t stop the streets from returning to the sea.
I played piano while the town went down
I played Rule Britania perfectly from memory.

I caught the sun

All Good Men Come Last

Back again, in the church of your arms I’m back again
An addict lapsed in your absolvent charms

And I’m back in your arms again.
When we were young we scaled the Heights of Abraham.
Discussing plans to tear the planets down
Way back when we were young

But don’t feel bad
You know all good men come last.
And I’ll get over you
When the grass grows over me.

You were right, all good men come last you said
And how you laughed as I stumbled by
I’m left and you were right.

But don’t feel bad…

Darling

Darling, I know I’ve disappointed you
I’ve been serving the king of England
Gathering flowers for the crown
And I’d just like to say, I picked some for you

My lover, my gold oriole in the morning
Golden-throated song thrush singing
Eidetic finch first spied on by Darwin

A lover’s arms, a child’s smile, a man’s good gift of love
She gave them to me, I gave them to you

I want you so bad
And I need you for all time
Cos you look so good
After so much red wine
But now you’re all gone
Like that bottle of wine
Now my glass is half full
And you’re on my mind
Goodbye

You Are On the Bottom (and the bottle’s on my mind)

Solitude’s a good cure for sadness
When yr drinking yr blues into reds
Just like Christ in Galilee where 5000 stood
I’m changing my woes into wine

Well, it’s true that yr leaving but I’m not grieving- there’s still more to imbibe
And yr face turned fast into alabster when I said that I’d survive.

Well, they say that love is blind
But I’ve watched you thru my wine glass eye
And now you, you are on the bottom
And the bottle’s on my mind

I LISTED ALL THE VELVET LESSONS

I LISTED ALL OF THE VELVET LESSONS IN A FOLDER MARKED ‘THIS DAY’
AND SCOURED THROUGH THE MOODS THAT CHANGE CHILDREN INTO LEGENDS
THAT PRAYERS PARACHUTE FROM MOUTHS ALL THRU THE BOUNDLESS BLUE
AND GOD NODS HIMSELF TO SLEEP WITH A BILLION BREATH HOSANNAS
 
PILGRIMS OF THE SKIN
WEARING WOUNDS LIKE TATOOS ON THEIR TONGUE
IN THE NOOSE OF YOUR LEGS WHERE I HUNG
IN THE GULF OF LOVE
BUT I AM A SOLDIER TOO
IN THE BATTLE OF YOUR BODY, I LOSE
IN THE TRENCH OF YOUR BREAST, I SURRENDER
TO THE GULF OF LOVE
 
I WANDERED THRU THE SNOW KISSED FLATS OF THE OLD CAMPSIE HILLS
AND INCANTED VOID WORDS TO KEEP MY BLOOD BRIMMIN
THE MEMORIES OF OUR MELDING BODIES HAVE BEEN CONDEMNED TO BLURDOM
AND ONLY A FOOL WOULD THINK TO REVIVE THEM
 
PILGRIMS OF THE SKIN
WEARING WOUNDS LIKE TATOOS ON THEIR TONGUE
IN THE NOOSE OF YOUR LEGS WHERE I HUNG
IN THE GULF OF LOVE
BUT I AM A SOLDIER TOO
IN THE BATTLE OF YOUR BODY, I LOSE
IN THE TRENCH OF YOUR BREAST, I SURRENDER
TO THE GULF OF LOVE

I TOOK TO YOU (LIKE CHRIST TO WOOD)

I FLEW OVER THE TOWN AT NIGHT
IT SPREAD LIKE A FIREWORK OF FROZEN LIGHT
POSTED BELOW ON THOSE ‘WEGIAN STREETS
WAS A GIRL THAT I KNEW SO WELL
HER CRIMSON LIPS PREPARED FOR CASTING SPELLS
OVER BOYS SO SICK WITH LOVE
THEY WOULD ACCUSE THE MOON OF OGLING HER
 
I TOOK TO YOU LIKE CHRIST TO WOOD
OR LIKE FLOWERS TO THE GROUND
WE LET THE SPRING SLIP BY AGAIN
WHILE NESTING IN SOME OTHERS ARMS
 
I WANDERED THROUGH THAT CIVIC WOMB
LIKE A SERAPHIM IN GLASGOW’S GLOOM
I GAZED UP IN THE BRAZEN DARK
AND SAW A LIGHT I KNEW WAS YOU;
THAT AMBER GLOW OF GOOD, LIKE A DUAL MOON.
AND I WAS CONSOLED BEYOND ALL CARE
THE SAME SKY I SAW WOULD HOLD YOU THERE
 
I TOOK TO YOU…..
 
DISREGARD THE FEELING AS AN ADDER DOES HIS SKIN.
I’M GOING TO CARBETH WITH THE CRIMSON LIPPED WOMEN.
WHERE NOTHING SHALL DISTRACT ME SAVE FOR THE LACK OF LIGHT.
I’M GETTING OUT OF GLASGOW INTO THE ENDLESS NIGHT.

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

WHEN I WAS YOUNG I CHARMED THE LIGHT OUT OF THE SUN.
GROPING AT THOUGHTS WITH A RABID THIRST. ALONE.
BUT I WAS AS A CHILD, PARALYSED, TAKEN BY ANY THOUGHT THAT CAME ALONG.
SOLD MY FUTURE TO A GAMBLER BY THE RIVER WHEN THE WATER WAS HIGH.
GAMBLER STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO MY FUTURE AND THE RIVER RAN DRY.

RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING LIGHT (x4).

I HAD A DREAM WITH ALL OF ENGLAND IN A RUIN.
I RULED OVER THAT DISMAL KINGDOM.
BUT JUST AS HISTORY TELLS, FOLKS REBEL, KINGDOMS FALL
AND MY PRINCELY HEAD DID ROLL.

TOLD MY DREAM TO A DOCTOR BY THE RIVER AND SHE SHOOK ME AWAKE.
SHE WAS WRITING A PRESCRIPTION ON A RIZLA FOR MY KING-SIZED MISTAKE.

RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING LIGHT (x4).

DOCTOR WALKS WITH THE GAMBLER ACROSS THE RIVER WITH A SCALPEL AND DICE.
THEY’RE DISSECTING MY REFLECTION ON THE WATER INTO MULTIPLE LIVES.

RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING LIGHT

THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING

I WAS ROLLING IN
I WAS READY
IT HAPPENED LAST FEBRUARY
OUT WITH OLD BILLY
IN THE FIRST CITY
WHERE THE DUAL MOONS ROLLED
AND WE DANCED SLOW
TILL THE COCK CROWED
WHAT THE NIGHT KNOWS.
BUT I COULD NOT GAIN THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE NIGHT.
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING).
 
SAW THE SEPULCHRE
BATHED IN LAMBS BLOOD
SOLD MY CLEAN CLOTHES
BOUGHT A NOTE BOOK
SKETCHED SENSATIONS
FROM CAR WINDOWS
FELL LIKE JERICHO
STAINED GLASS DANCE FLOOR.
THE LAST OF THE STAINED GLASS ENTHUSIASTS.
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING)
 
OH, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WS BORN?
BORN ON FIRE, WET FROM CRYING.
DRANK UNTIL I HIT THE FLOOR.
CRIED BY THE WAILING WALL.
 
SPENT THE SUMMER
LOST IN RIGA
FORTUNE TELLERS
DRESSED AS PHOEBUS
I FOUND BUDDHA
ON A BLACK HILL
JUDGING PEOPLE
DROWNED IN RED BULL.
AND THE RADIO PLAYED
‘THEME TIME RADIO HOUR’
BUT I COULDN’T SLEEP
‘NEATH THE BELL TOWER.
AND THE BELLS WENT ‘DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG’
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING)
 
OH, WHERE WERE YOU…

SUMMERS WANING

SUMMERS WANING, I WAS DRINKING
TO YOUR HEALTH WHILE MINE WAS FALLING
THE SILVER SMOKE OF MARLBOROS ROSE IN RINGLETS THROUGH THE AIR.
I WAS THINKING OF A TIME
WHEN I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS
BUT NOW I’M GROPING NOTHING BUT THE CIGARETTE STAINED AIR.
 
AND JUST LIKE THE SONGS OF WILLIE AND WILL,
‘YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND’.
AND I COULD NOT HAVE LOVED YOU MUCH MORE THAN I DID
BUT GOD ONLY KNOWS, I TRIED.
 
BUT I WOULD NEVER CHANGE THIS PAIN
EACH TIME I HEAR YOUR NAME IT ACHES
LIKE KISSING BROKEN GLASS
LIKE A ROSE WITH JUST THE THORN
AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT PASSED
YOU CAME BACK

WILLOWS OF CARBETH

WE WENT OUT WALKING IN THE EARLY MORNING
IN CARBETH AND YOU WERE NAMING TREES.
AND HOW I DELIGHTED IN YOUR HAPPY KNOWING
AND I STOLE A KISS BUT FELT LIKE A THIEF.
I SAID OF ALL THOSE OLD BRANCHY BROTHERS
THE WEEPING WILLOW WAS MY FAVOURITE ONE.
THEY WAIT BY RIVERS TO SHADE YOUNG LOVERS
FROM THE GAZE OF THE ENQUIRING SUN.
BUT YOU GREW SO QUIET AS I GREW BOLDER.
I TOUCHED YOUR SHOULDER AND I HELD MY BREATH.
YOU SAID YOU’D FALLEN FOR SOME OTHER.
I STAYED ALONE IN MY DEAR CARBETH.
 
ALL THE SONGS I KNEW COULDN’T HELP ME NOW.
NO MORE SINGING LOVE SONGS THEY’RE STRANGERS TO ME NOW.
 
I WALKED BACK TO MY LITTLE CABIN
AND STARTED DRINKING TO DULL MY MIND.
OH, BUT I REMEMBERED THE SLIGHT INFLECTIONS
YOUR FACE WOULD MAKE WHEN YOU CRACKED A SMILE.
AND HOW I WAS BURDENED BY SUCH SAD SORROW,
SUCH SAD SORROW AS I NEVER KNEW.
THOSE HILLS OF SCOTLAND, THOSE LONESOME MUNROS,
SUCH GREAT THINGS REMIND ME OF YOU.
AND NOW I AM LIKE THOSE WEEPING WILLOWS,
I AM STATIONED ON THE RIVERS EDGE.
WATCHING LOVERS AND WRITING LETTERS
TO EULOGISE THEIR TENDERNESS.
 
ALL THE SONGS I KNEW….

Your Head is the House of Your Tongue

The darkest part of the sea, that’s where I’ll be
The parts of oceans only drowning men see
I’ll strike a match for all sea-eaten souls
And pitch my lungs against the inquisitive deep
But I am dumb to tell the enquiring tide
My impatient praise of your imperfect face
Where once longing on your lips did dwell
Now only scorn for my too eager embrace
Your head is the house of your treacherous tongue
Though we’ve kissed many moons down over Linlithgow.
 
The ocean spoke;
‘How endless my chest and my rhyming stride!
That cultures cascade over wind-aided waves
And motionless boats with heraldic masts reside!’
 
But I contest;
‘How can one weather such emptiness?
That lovers have gazed at your fathomless bowel
But not one could enter with ten manly breaths and caress’. 

Garlands Of Stars

I’m looking forward to the morning
When my first thought doesn’t fall on you
I’m looking forward to returning
To my old concerns again

I’ll eat blood oranges on that day
With fennel, spice and red wine
And toast a glass to photographs
Of us dancing to that Breton band

How I held you as we stepped in time
The polestar of my waking night
That ancient song of love forelorn
came tripping through that sea side town

But that was Cornwall in the Spring
And I’ll swear by any viol string
That hearts will break to the songs they make
Even hearts made of precious stone

But what was that feeling
When you gazed up at those sallow stars?
I knew you thought of me though you were in someone elses arms
For we spoke of stars to many times
And wondered at their throbbing eye
Now the ones that find me in Carbeth
Find you down in Derby too
Garlands of stars for you

The morning brought a probing storm
To the south west of England
We drove in cars down country roads
I was knuckle deep in love with you

We marvelled at the sound of starlings
In secret trees in Gloucestershire
I understood their song to say
‘Never let this storm blow itself away’

But that was Gloucester in the Spring
And I’ll swear by any starling
That hearts will break to the songs they make
Even hearts made of precious stone

But what was that feeling…?

Seven Years a Tear Drop

All the lives I have led they have led me to this
I abandoned the plan at the age of nineteen
And acted on impulse to contract new skin
In the land of my birth I’m a long way from home

So it’s drain your glasses dry
Place faith into the night
To deliver silver visions of an alphabet of light
To me she was an instant
To her I was eternity
Seven years a tear drop and seven years the sea

Inebriated children of the Mediterranean
They knew nothing of curses they knew nothing of cures
So I posted a hex on a dress that she wore
But couldn’t cure sadness with bottled liqueurs

So it’s drain your glasses dry….

The doggerel will have his day

For those who have been asking, we are launching a lyrics page with each album to be filtered in ASAP
http://www.tremblingbells.com/lyrics/

Trembling Bells to support Paul Weller on select UK date sin October 2013

7/10/13, Barrowlands, Glasgow
8/10/13, Caird Hall, Dundee
9/10/13, Sands Center, Carlisle
(plus some more exciting news to be announced soon)