1. |
Birth
01:22
|
|||
2. |
Turbulence
06:00
|
|||
|
Flying solo
Flying high
At this altitude
Surrounded by clear blue skies
listening to voices
from the past
can pull you back
way to fast
this time travel
is turbulent
turbulent
flying homeward
flying low
descending through those steel grey skies
surrounded by sleet and snow
surrounded
listening to my head
and my heart
longing for the
crowded past
this time travel
is turbulent
flying solo flying low
flying solo flying home
|
||||
3. |
Light Show
04:16
|
|||
|
I'm at the centre of a pulsing ameoba
playing like I have a high fever
I'm a shard of light
a shadow a sham
a flickering image
for the guys in the stands
I'm a light show
I'm a light show
floating in and out
as the music plays scout
I'm a light show
I'm at the centre of a pulsing arena
the crowd is baying
like a cornered hyena
the bands on the run
which song do we play?
shall we change our tune
what price will we pay?
(sink or swim mate sink or swim)
I'm a light show
|
||||
4. |
Thieves And Poets
02:39
|
|||
|
Open the window
let the air in
walk out the door
feel the early morning traffic
hunker down on the tube
avoiding the eyes
of the thieves and the poets
each has a world to sell
each has a place to go
follow all the stories
in this city of the endless flow
wannabe stars and their
dark glass charisma
avoiding the eyes
of the thieves and the poets
the thieves and the poets
I do not seek I find
|
||||
5. |
Eddie's Theme
03:13
|
|||
6. |
Wired For Sound
04:10
|
|||
|
The siren always calls
and I will always fall
she has no many voices
soprano sailing to jagged noises
her voice becomes the air
I am lost but cannot care
she fills me with her voices
her arms around me
there are no choices
the curse and the blessing
is this the window or the dressing
I'm wired for sound
but like the dancer on the ground
I dream of flying
flying
Floating along
on a river of song
I can't really say how long I'll be gone
if the wind is right
and the Moon is bright
I'll be sailing all day and into the night
into the night
|
||||
7. |
Interlude 1
00:20
|
|||
8. |
Warm Blood
03:18
|
|||
|
Getting up with a weary longing
lying down with a mystery
goin' out with a beastly banging
comin' up with a place to hang in
flying low over golden mountains
swimming hard against the ripping tide
running by all the early closing
climbing up on a windy glide
and it's messages that I'm getting
and it's messages that I find
and it's noises that I'm hearing
it's all about just another lie
and they're telling me
that I should believe it
and they're telling me
that I should mind
and it's white noise that I'm hearing
it's bafflegab of every single kind
bafflegab of every single kind
And it's warm blood
warm blood that I'm needing
and it's warm blood
warm blood that I'm needing
|
||||
9. |
Thieves And Poets 2
04:56
|
|||
|
Sing in the shadows
let the light in
hear all the voices
from the thriving streets and choirs
here comes my poet
straining on the leash
"The world must be listening
to sounds I don't hear"
your heads on a plate
and the crowd is chanting
this could be your fate
to be smooth and charming
Here comes my poet
all dazed and crazed
"I'm so glad I heard it
I'm so glad I changed
I'm changed
I'm changed for the better
a hopeless case
now a legend unfettered
released and fine!"
She was young she was crazy
in that musical way
as soon as I heard her
I wanted to stay
I wanted to worship this shimmering soul
to drown in her sound
to fill up that hole
that always needs filling
to make up that whole......
Open the window
let the air in
walk out the door
feel the early morning traffic
follow all the stories
in this city of the endless flow
avoiding the eyes
of the thieves and poets
the thieves and the poets
i do not seek i find
I do not seek I find
|
||||
10. |
Coda
01:42
|
|||
|
Sing in the shadows
let the light in
hear all the voices from the thriving streets and choirs
|
||||
11. |
Interlude 2
00:36
|
|||
12. |
Hum The Drum
04:42
|
|||
|
The hum drum day
is breaking once again
I answer the ringing telephone
and hear your echoing name
the golden girl
combs out her flowing hair
each stroke a dance
each smile a dare
to pull me in
to belonging there
Hum the drum
let the wind decide
hum the drum
let your courage glide
let it glide
let it glide
The sound of planes
descending through the day
sighing overhead
like lives never lead
the siren song of longing everywhere
the ocean waves
are breaking in the rain
I stumble on the path of sand and stone
and hear your loving name
alone
|
||||
13. |
Miles To Go
03:26
|
|||
|
Miles to go
on my journey home
sounds light the way
beautiful melancholy
high display
rhythms wrap
around this woman
cut the colour
cry the song
many miles
to where
i belong
|
||||
14. |
Thieves And Poets 3
02:48
|
|||
|
She was young
she was crazy
in that musical way
as soon as I heard her
I wanted to stay
I wanted to worship
this shimmering soul
to drown in her sound
to fill up the hole
that always needs needs filling
to make up that whole
To drown in her sound
|
||||
Martin Springett Toronto, Ontario
Martin Springett is an author/illustrator
/musician living and working in Toronto. Born in the U K Martin emigrated to
Canada but returned to London in the early 70's to pursue a music career. He toured and recorded in Europe and England, designed L P covers for CBS (Sony) records, and eventually returned to Canada to follow a career in art and illustration.
He has recorded six C D's.
... more
If you like Martin Springett, you may also like:
Super Connected (2023)
by Tim Arnold
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives.
go to album
The Art Of Losing
by The Anchoress
The second release from Welsh artist The Anchoress is a devastating and powerful meditation on loss.
go to album
The Devil's Saddle/Tiger Paw
by The Space Agency
Out of this world instrumentals from the musical nexus where the Atomic Age meets “Beach Party.”
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 27, 2023
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 27, 2023
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 27, 2023
go to album
Titan Agronomist Project Volume 2 - A Juggernaut that Cannot Be Stopped
by Randy M. Salo
Marauding symphonic metal that pairs stampeding riffs with castle-size organ and tremendous blasts of brass.
go to album
