The Lyrics Page

Here you will find some information about each of my recodings as well as the lyrics to all the songs. I've organised the lyrics into sections based on which recording they are from. If you can't find anything let me know.

1) Not the One to Blame
2) Product - download mp3
3) Waste
4) New Direction
5) Cow
6) Bovine Belch Inhibitor
7) They Come at Night

Lyrics

Not the One to Blame
Well the loyal tribes they line the roads To watch the end that they all chose A nation state to call the tune They serve our feelings with the news Just past eleven and I hear the men One with words and one with song But look behind the concerned frowns A forgotten message, splitting down What we've all become Is not what we were once Twisted religion has broke our God We face the fire within I'm not the one within It's not that kind of fame (you never wanted to be hated) I'm not the one to blame (not while chat shows get better ratings) And the fallacy that while it's true Will break the hearts of me and you We lead our lives to full extent But must not forget where we went So smash my head one last blow And then maybe we all will know How it feels to die with grace With cameras pointing in your face What we've all become Is not what we were once Twisted religion has broke our God We face the fire within I'm not the one within It's not that kind of fame (you never wanted to be hated) I'm not the one to blame (not while chat shows get better ratings)

Product
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I am hot the trail I'm crying out We're watching our backs The counter attacks of our youth Laying the track On familiar pain We pretend to know We're not on the road to oblivion New town, new house, new car, new third world debt New life, new skin, never gonna let me in Give me more than I need I'm not afraid to admit my greed Give me something I can call my own Product here product there I'm not afraid to buy up my share Give me something I can call my own Hiding out Pathetic trust It's easy to know Nothing on earth can touch us now Selling fast You'd better buy Festival of shame Nothing can stop this burden of blame New town, new house, new car, new third world debt New life, new skin, never gonna let me in Give me more than I need I'm not afraid to admit my greed Give me something I can call my own Product here product there I'm not afraid to buy up my share Give me something I can call my own I hate it, they always find a way to your head so turn off your TV set, so turn off you TV They make me, control me, seduce me to buy so turn off your TV set, so turn off your TV Foolish friend The first is back It all seems too much It shapes up like something from a film Never mind What's left behind The future is ours The products that we make will turn to gods New town, new house, new car, new third world debt New life, new skin, never gonna let me in Give me more than I need I'm not afraid to admit my greed Give me something I can call my own Product here product there I'm not afraid to buy up my share Give me something I can call my own

Waste
Maybe it's the fool who says that it wont happen. While people on the edge are running out of room. Buy it up quick, come lusting at the packing. What made you flex your card is discarded now. And all that's left is waste. You don't have to think about it. But don't forget the day. The day we have to dig you out. I just might lose my spade. Keep it out of sight, keep it out of mind. Forget the nimby ache they can hold their own. As the politicians sing the same old tune. We're still here sinking in this town. And all that's left is waste. You don't have to think about it. Pathetic in your taste. You're hoping that we'll dig you out. It just might be too late. Make my day, it's time to buy it back. There's no mistake, it's true we produce our own. So then we dump the truth in plastic sacks. Now you can find your own way down. So you pile it up like waste. Forgetting it might bury you. It might not be today. But tomorrow will catch up with you. And all that's left is waste. You don't have to think about it. But don't forget the day. The day we have to dig you out. And all that's left is waste.

New Direction
(Music by Nik Gill)
The sun shone bright and the earth stood still The day the stranger came to town A new direction awaited us Eleven bars of lust or God At that point again At that point again I don't want to know what's in your heart A murderous intent to play your part This town is like a rock that split apart And mouths are open wide, open wide The moon rose high and the people marched Towards the forest and from their past A founders story and a finders dream Can lead a prophet but not a priest And to hell with them And to hell with them I don't want to know what's in your heart A murderous intent to play your part This town is like a rock that split apart And mouths are open wide, open wide

Cow
How can it be that beef is so dear When the cow remains just as cheap? Protein commodity no longer steers. Abattoir holiday with memories to keep Is the jerky just a social relic Sent from maids with bloodstained tunics To the man with the mouth and the logic Anything is truth when love is lost All sing praise to the human animal Treated as gods the world is our meal Cut them all down deny that they feel We try to forget the raw end of the deal Compassion is lost the world is our feast Compassion is lost the world is our feast Wash the stains from hands, say no to germs pollution in our mess is something worse keep it pure, airtight and shrink-wrapped Package up, turn to good what was bad We can't sanitise the aristocracy, Any more than preserve the insanity! Processed cow, where are you now? Show us how to feed the killing without All sing praise to the human animal Treated as gods the world is our meal Cut them all down deny that they feel We try to forget the raw end of the deal Compassion is lost the world is our feast Compassion is lost the world is our feast Labels printed in the heart of Russia Where they eat the heads of pigs Or so I've heard the gory rumours That kind off stuff I just can't stomach A head is too alive, too big, too real Cut it off, gouge it out, keep it pale Turn the saw, spill it slowly out A clever disguise in my Irish stout. All sing praise to the human animal Treated as gods the world is our meal Cut them all down deny that they feel We try to forget the raw end of the deal Compassion is lost the world is our feast Compassion is lost the world is our feast

Bovine Belch Inhibitor
One-eighty litres a day. A deadly gas a slow decay. More productive than a double shift. It bubbles out, the rise and the drift. One-ninety degrees the turn. Needed to reduce concern. Shifting seasons, rising seas. In short the hidden price of meat! But things can change. Life's funny that way. Nothing's set in stone. It aint here to stay. But things can change. Life's funny that way. Nothing's carved in stone. The bovine belch isn't here to stay. The bovine belch isn't here to stay. Some may snub this logic leap. As they're roasting up their beef. A foolish man ignores the signs. Careless reward, he stares on blind. But things can change. Life's funny that way. Nothing's set in stone. It aint here to stay. But things can change. Life's funny that way. Nothing's carved in stone. The bovine belch isn't here to stay. The bovine belch isn't here to stay.

They Come at Night
They come at night. I don't know why. They take me away. To a room with a table. It starts with a light. I'm paralysed. Forgetting myself I remember the last time. I know what they say but they don't move their lips. They never mean me any harm. Eyes as dark as sleep itself. I don't want to sleep don't wanna sleep again. That would be a step too far for me. The doctor gave me a pill to kill the pain. I know what they say but they don't move their lips. They never mean me any harm. But it's hard to think that when they pull out your ribs. And put implants under your arms. And I can't get past those eyes. Leading into infinity. Who? Why? We mean you no harm. No please let me go. Let me go. Let me go. I know what they say but they don't move their lips. They never mean me any harm. But it's hard to think that when they pull out your ribs. And put implants under your arms. I know what they say. They don't move their lips. They never mean me any harm.

Flat Out - August 2002

Once again I found the opportunity to take some time off, sit down with my guitar and churn out some new songs. The result is my latest offering "Flat Out". The idea came from a picture that was taken of me lying down on the grass in Cairns botanical gardens. It also seemed to tie in with what I was reading about Jean-Francois Champollian and how he worked so hard to achieve his destiny. I recorded most of it over a period of four days in early August 2002.

Listen to some of the songs in mp3 format by selecting them from the box on the right-hand side of the screen. You can also visit the downloads page to hear more.

Track Listing

1) Flat Out
2) From Moscow With Love
3) A Brother's Love - download mp3
4) Seductress
5) Spider Monkey
6) Don't Shut Your Eyes
7) Forgetting Something Old

Lyrics

From Moscow With Love
I heard the armies stopped at Eden. They renounced their fear of you. Some mixed their blood with unbelievers. And the Western Bloc withdrew. I think I'm scared to ask the question. I know I'm scared to test the seal. Two hundred workers saw the caption. And trench warfare was their news. All of these conflicts with architect conscripts. From Moscow with love. I send you my postcard. You laugh at the drunk guard. He sends you his love. While a part of me worries about what you are a part of me worries about what I've become. You know that it's no fun. Taking pictures on the run. I counted all the steps to heaven. I counted out and counted back. I found the number quite distressing. But it got you off my back. A simple lesson and I took it well. I learned a lot from friends in London. The price of beer and the price of power. Labeled for consumption.

A Brother's Love
Two years and more have past since I was in the Louvre. The mystery of history, the serpent and the bee. These monuments are testament to the power behind the throne. But in the end they're still here and Jean-Francois is gone. Beware of destiny. Destiny is cruel. The things that you track down, they'll track down you. In the end they'll kill you. There's a child struggling, to understand his place. There's a language lost in time, a language without words. And in a world that's waking up, can it get in the way? A revolution of ideas. A patriotic revolution. Sometimes a brother's love is all the love you need. To hold back adversity, a method to succeed. And your enemies will fall to your destinies call.

Seductress
Welcome turning point. Welcome long term plans. The course of my life changed the day that I turned back. A trick it had me fooled, a song distracted me. I know what I must do to touch you in my dreams. So I count the stars. I count the time, the pace. The way my life aligns. The way you always stay just one step ahead, just one step behind. You were in this place, you were here last night. Seductress moving east against the wind. I can see her face again. I know as empires rise and fall her face remains a backdrop for it all. And every day it seems that worlds just open up. I remember names of rivers. I remember city ports. We sailed across that ocean, they saw our yellow hair. Knees bent in adoration. Sun gods with gold to share. Seductress moving east, against the wind. I can see her face against the glass of a car that's driving past. Her voice it whispers soft then disappears. Seductress moving east. I trace her path once more. A course for us to meet. A plan that comes to naught. But nothing holds me back. I taste you in the wine. A path that once diverged now moves so close to mine.

Spider Monkey
I wait for you. Fifteen separates a man from a lion. I count in twos. But two can separate the heart from the trying. Oh my spider monkey. Oh my spider monkey. I'll make a vow. Eleven separates a dog from a cow. We all are one. One with the spider and the monkey. Oh my spider monkey. You separate the living from the dead. One day the walls will fall my spider monkey. Then they will know. The walls that we raised. The barrier we built. The food that we chased. The creature that we ate. The creatures we create for ourselves.

Don't Shut Your Eyes
I lived my life it seemed so real. A brief containment of my fear. But I can't wait till you get here. A microwave goes through my head. Just called to tell you I'm not dead. Woke up today don't recognise. The world that moves before my eyes. I look up to angry skies. A hopeful bullet parts my hair. I turn around but you're not there. Don't shut your eyes. You might forget that it's not real, that it's not real. Don't shut your eyes. Despite what you might feel I tell you it's not real. The life I led the path I chose. The broken glass the wretched gold. So far from truth that's what I'm told. A little life I shouldn't laugh. I tried it once but I came back.

Forgetting Something Old
With my life stretched before me, making choices seemed so easy. Consequence never fooled me. I was blazing red, I was hungry. My dream told me stories of the endless possibilities. Can I go down in history as the one who saw it clearly? Am I marked, fatalistic? When will I take my chance to change the world? Your ideals shine through, that's why I'm changing you. I can't escape the game of a life that's filled with riches and of pain. I want to feel it again. And the tattered plans that I hold. At the end of the day does it make my heart grow cold? Forgetting something old I take the easy road. There's a point where I'm at now. Where the danger and disaster prove to much for me to muster the piety for the life lust. As I fall 'tween the horses I waste and wash away the awful truth. Forgetting something old and then I have to go.

Man Myth or Monkey - June 2001

is the new 13 track album from Julian Lewis Shaw. Twelve of the tracks were recorded over a period of four days in June 2001, the other track Go Home was a re-mastered version of an earlier song originally appearing on the EP "Four Track Death Wish" . The songs were all recorded on a Fostex X-28H 4-track recorder and mixed via Sound Forge. All songs were written and played by Julian Lewis Shaw except Teflon Heart. The lyrics for Teflon Heart were composed by Mathias Hermansson and Julian composed the music.

You can visit the downloads page to hear some of my songs.

Track Listing

1) Every Waking Hour
2) The Perfect Game
3) Leaves Only Blood
4) Go Home
5) Wicked
6) Francois
7) This Land
8) Certainty Fails - download mp3
9) Man, Myth or Monkey
10) The Tragedy of Kale
11) Teflon Heart
12) Remember
13) Porta Susa

Lyrics

Every Waking Hour
There's a world out there but I don't care because today's the day. They take me out to a red brick house a house I'll never leave. When the others come a life for a gun might seem to beg belief. Despite all the calls for checking the cause I'm the one who's here. The vultures are out, they are grinding their beaks. You wouldn't know it - it's what lies beneath. God bless the patriot, God save the wayward soul. It matters not that I am evil or required. Just to touch eternal firmament. Every waking hour, every waking hour. I'm tired of talking, losing my breath, every waking hour. There's a book and a song I've been singing too long - a song I wrote for you. The throw of the dice the look in my eye - nothing else will do. If you see my name written on the front of a broadsheet don't complain. It's not that great but it can wait a hard life but well won. The cannibals come they are grinding their teeth. You wouldn't know it - the guilty lie beneath. The guilty lie beneath. It matters not that I am guilty or required. So what! I am evil design. You can't judge. Leaders only seek to undermine the cause of all we have gained. Just to touch eternal firmament, so what, so what!

The Perfect Game
Crack up time again. The clock dies close at ten. I turn to find a friend but that friend becomes revenge. And I seek what you will find. An honest refuge for the mind. Turn a page to find my line. But that line becomes a lie. Look how they're laughing at the sight of us now, thinking they might be somehow sending us mad. With that slightly salty evil wink. I shake my glass you spill your drink. The first regrets always come through but my biggest one was losing you. How close was I tonight? I think it's better when I try. Never lost the perfect crime, only lose my nerve when eye to eye. And I think it's all the same. Turn around and cast your blame. Never lost the perfect game, only struggle with your name.

Leaves Only Blood
Behind the tired line that we all have to take. The way we cut it so fine. The point is turning. And it could be now. Something real to forget it. Plastic hearts at the bar. This is the apex. I consider this a threat from the man that hides the truth. And he washes off the oil - he leaves only blood. And the monkey from the tree came to sit upon the hill. And he's digging at the ground. And he leaves only blood. So we're raising our hands and we're shufflin' our feet. Corporate gains from the land, corporate murder. You can laugh it all off. You consume till you drop. But when you drop from the hill we'll be there laughing! Now we all could be strong or we all could be slaves. We could all sing along. Salute the anthem!

Go Home
After the drive the condition was so clear. I crouched and crawled along the line. You got it right - it's been the same all year. When will I learn it comes in fives. After a while a silent deal was made - I could have told you weeks before. I couldn't lie, couldn't bring myself to say. But the expression said it all. I can relate to anything that's safe. You can relate but mostly you take. I can relate wont complicate that's not the way. When will you go home? Kingdoms that fall a headlight was the cause. Sometimes the karma comes so fast. Where weeks before electrons made me stand. I shake your hand but it's the last. I wish you'd go home!

Wicked
I've traveled from Siam to Greece. I've never read poems like these. It's strange that monsters that rise take breath from the hole in your life. Wicked, wicked. Wicked the way that you call and the way that I fall. It's strange how beasts in the night come down and tear at your life. The hole you thought you once knew is nothing, compare it to you.

Francois
Francois got the devil on your shoulder got the burning cross. Francois when I saw you you looked older, I can only guess. This war has taken me so far away from you. This war wont let me be the devil in my blood. Mother it's a story far from over, it's song unwrote. Mother when I left you you seemed older. I will never know. Take heart. She's not that tired of living and she's not that tired of you. So take heart because the gentle act of giving is a little hard to do. Mother got the picture of your baby in her summer dress. Mother when they took her you said maybe it was for the best. Oh Francois. Voici le temps.

This Land
This land is solid rock. We once breathed clean air. Some knew to tame it then. While others knew better. We throw down roots of pride. We build our towers high. Don't like the distant lands we see. We know we live better. This land will remain. A new day will dawn. This land must give way. A better day will come. Fan the flames of nationalism. Feel proud as you stand back. Watch the fire devour the dreams we had. It could never be better. It could never be warmer. Kill the tide that beats me now. I must return to make peace somehow. I require strength to believe. The leader knows better. The families that I see today don't care about deeper culture. So what's the pint in hanging on? We should all know better.

Certainty Fails
I'd really like to get to know your business friend. Tread the line and take the time to get inside his head. For every awkward silence there's a word. And each and every entrance has a turn. A time arrives when the only sound is the biggest TV around. Come get it quick the final fix, the FT will rebound. I contest your figures and your facts. Analyse your weakness, send you back. To where you came. I still have hope. But you are hopeless. Everything around you looks the same. When did you change? When did you let them buy your time? Define your life? Write the crime? And let them waste your time? The certainty fails. Running around like ants underground, mountains are washed away. At the top of the hill a confidence pill can't always save the day. I'm impressed with movements trough the earth. But even I can't dig up this much dirt. You seem to know how far to go when the certainty fails. When the certainty fails.

Man, Myth or Monkey
Man, myth or monkey. Ooooh, ah, uh,uh.

The Tragedy of Kale
Drastic measures thrown together. You're in a mess tonight. The bastard that you're sleeping with will never get it right. It's not my place to hold you up, It's not my turn to lie. Have you ever read my breath and looked him in the eye? Back again. Hold that for a while. A though to spare the waiting minions hunting at your side. The summer crossed us, peeled us back, July played us a fool. The fading light that caught our eyes was too good to be true. It's all that matters. Do you think I mean it? The words will often fail. A classic mismatch of faith and dogma - the tragedy of Kale. So times it up and dish it out. I'm sure I'll be that strong. Clean me up and call me 'round, redemption for the one. Heavy head relieve my brow. Cut me up and show me how these shitty pills of here and now can shut the eyes of one. And this is all I need.

Teflon Heart
(Words by Mathias Hermansson)
Oh my lurking friends from all around the planet. Guess you all came from now or never land. Ah you frenzied diggers, energised with power. Like a lethal weapon stronger than Hercules. You all changed my point of vie, my life, my horizon. Like a bent spoon being straightened again. Like a ship lost at sea that no longer has sails. Managing to save my soul from omission impossible. From in the valley we all climbed the highest mountains. Smashing flies on the windscreen, saw with great frustration little bugs and small moginies turn to just pure blot. Velcro arms, Teflon heart.

Remember
There is a place within this town where time and space collide. Back alleyways of consciousness where memories spend their nights. And sometime in September I saw a crack appear. Looking through, is that you? Remember this could be your last chance for freedom and write it in the sky. Round and round the totem spins, memories come rushing in from places I don't need to know. Like the long lost and the dead we recreate our finest hour long gone. You should be leaving this could be your last chance to believe in something other than yourself and I don't think we'll be there in the end. There's a portal around every corner. So remember.

Porta Susa
We left home looking for gold but the silver in our eyes was sold to a passing child on Torino's streets. I know it goes deeper that. We could laugh about the heart attack just in case we never made it back. Then the storm hit and Alexandria found, that when the wall split the centre, fell out of this sleepy little town. Porta Susa though darker than before you changed the way we saw each other. Like cattle escaping the slaughterhouse fate was kind, oh but look where it got us. Look where it got us. Further from the heart of the crowd I see you turn as the lights go out, Barcelona within sight. But the jaded double hand of fate dealt it's second blow too late, we walked between the lines all night. And when I look back to that night in the park. I see the first crack dividing the centre of this sleepy little town. We landed on a fatal shore and the lines in the sand were drawn, we watch the things we drink. While others never understand when you travel in a Roman land, the blood can draw more that you think. And when I look back to that night in the park. I see the whole map dividing the centre of this sleepy little town.

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