Accusative

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released April 26, 2017

Written, played and recorded by Stephen Manning
© 2017 copyright control
On drums: Chris Dixon
Made mostly at Norwood Eye, south London, early 2017

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Track Name: From Gilded Heights
Leave no sky unturned
when looking for the vital word
Time's distorting curve
plays havoc with our inner bird

The fractious, awkward, timorous child
awaiting some instruction
Left to chart the physical wiles
A wonder he can function

From gilded heights
I'm gonna drop, I'm gonna drop
Your pointless fights
I'm gonna stop, I'm gonna stop

Leave no sky unturned
when looking for the vital word
No hope jettisoned
It's waiting just around the curve

The war came to its deadening end
and left me feeling hollow
Still in draft and never pressed send
Incalculable sorrow

From gilded heights
I'm gonna drop, I'm gonna drop
Your pointless fights
I'm gonna stop, I'm gonna stop
Track Name: Retract Your Confession
Retract your confession
and let me still turn the screws
I've waited so long to use
I've no further questions
The answers are so banal
We long ago lost our style
So that's your confession now?
That's your confession now?
All laid out but are you
prepared for the half-life?
All laid out but are you
prepared for the half-life?

And when we sleep
we dream the same
And when we wake
resume the game
But how we're made
we can't sustain
the lives we think we crave
Desires we want to entertain

Retract your confession
Don't force me into my own
Nobody should turn that stone
Reflect for a second
on history we'll dismiss
on mystery we will miss
Retract your confession now
Retract your confession now
All laid out but are you
prepared for the half-life?
All laid out but are you
prepared for the half-life?

And when we sleep
we dream the same
And when we wake
resume the game
But how we're made
we can't sustain
the lives we think we crave
Desires we want to entertain
Track Name: Accusative
Get your bow and arrow
I'm moving into the spot
Just a shrunken shadow
But you should still take a shot
Because no one ever
gave me any breaks
If they ever did
it would be a mistake

Yeah, they'll be judging with their eyes
They'll be judging with their eyes behind me
Yeah, like they're summoning the skies
Like they're summoning the skies to strike me

Get your glowing gallows
A swinging time's to be had
No more straight and narrows
And never once looking back
Born into a crime scene
Way it goes
How to dodge the light beam
Well, who knows?

Yeah, they'll be judging with their eyes
They'll be judging with their eyes behind me
Yeah, like they're summoning the skies
Like they're summoning the skies to strike me
Track Name: File Under Exile
There's another path down that hill
There's a brook by the disused mill
There's another path down
Ever wonder why your sad malaise
never overwhelms these endless days?
Track Name: Ken
I stood on a stack
of unwritten bibles
I made my attack
and stared out my rivals
Where does all the good go?
Does it find a different home?
Where does all the good go?
Does it find a new zone?

Ken, ken love like you did back then
Ken when all that you did was zen

I stood on a stack
of flammable bibles
I made my attack
Ensured my survival

Where does all the good go?
Does it find a different home?
Where does all the good go?
Does it find a new zone?

Ken, ken love like you did back then
Ken when all that you did was zen
Track Name: Events
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm a ticking bomb
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm a ticking bomb

Watch all the wicked wives
run for their guilty lives
Watch all the wicked wives
run for their guilty lives

We might be good tonight
It's something we have to
grow out of, all right?
It's something we have to
grow out of, all right?

Watch all the wicked wives
run for their sorry lives
Watch all the wicked wives
run for their sorry lives

We might stay home tonight
It's something we have to
grow into, all right?
It's something we have to
grow into, all right?
Events take precedence
You're long overdue to
come down off the fence
You're long overdue to
come down off the fence
Track Name: The Exceptionalist
Must we do this the hard way?
Does it really need asking?
From the first, you were cursed
Countenance of a mule
Miscreant in composure
Thanks for making me over
Mark my card, self-regard
blocks my path to renewal

And events are there to kick against
Once you get a taste for it
there's no better recompense

Serves you right, you exceptionalist
What a fight to make sense of all this
Plan your sound, stand your ground
Then it's out of your hands

There'll be more events to kick against
And you'll have a taste for it
so to hell with common sense

Serves you right, you exceptionalist
What a fight to make sense of all this
Plan your sound, stand your ground
Then it's out of your hands

Spare the rod, we impossiblise
What a time to be barely alive
Just a husk left of us
All we stood for still stands
Track Name: Is Today The Day?
Rhyme and melody own me
Not much better’s been shown me
Still I’m keeping a wide eye
On this cultural drive-by

So is today the day I come clean
and make my way through mirrors of steam?
Or will I just feel hollow?
Revealed in all my quenchless sorrow

Who makes other plans
when all that e’er was gold
is from your hands
Eyes that never land
and no one on the stair to understand
But then who could have told me
A life like that it can get lonely

So is today the day I come clean
and take my place in mirrors of steam?
Track Name: False Ending
Someone's looking out for me
in this severed century
My erratic memory
lets these feelings get to me
My life, singing as if
there were no tomorrow
Nice try, it's a false ending

All this I leave
The desire of a selfish breed
All core beliefs
have their time and their entropy

Someone will take after me
Unchained to my memory
Someone who might live to see
22nd century
My my, living as if
I'll be here tomorrow
Bye bye to my false ending

All this I leave
The desire of a selfish breed
All core beliefs
have their time and their entropy
Track Name: Much Truncated Victory Song
Who'd believe evaporated royalists
could still compete and win this seat?
So deceived, concatenated loyalists
get to their feet to give their speech

It used to be long
It used to be long
But now it's a much truncated victory song
What did we do wrong?
What did we do wrong?
For now it's a much truncated victory song

Some red lines are sacred
We cross anyway
we cross anyway
Bruised and mildly jaded
We still sing “my way”
We still sing “my way”

It used to be long
It used to be long
But now it's a much truncated victory song
We're banging a gong
We're banging a gong
along to the much truncated victory song
Track Name: In Situ
Humble alphabet
What we tell our children
What we leave behind
Image of a sold mind
Simple abacus
Waiting for the pilgrims
Sophomore decline
Sophomore decline
into the dusky, hazy wild
Oh my still child

Readily steadily
Think of it in situ
Heavily heavenly
Readily steadily
Harmless till it hits you
Heavily heavenly
Track Name: Aim Low
If you stay on this track
it may get lonely
But who needs crowds
to spoil the view?
I said “I'm not like that
I'll take it slowly
and I'll be there in front of you”

Aim low, cut deep
and cultivate a life less cheap
and cultivate a life less cheap and rough
No sow, no reap
Oh, can't they let a good guy sleep?
Oh, can't they let a good guy sleep it off?

If you get off this track
and make for safety
make sure you know what safety means
All those who did turn back
regret this greatly
and all you'll hear's their could-have-beens

Aim low, cut deep
and cultivate a life less cheap
and cultivate a life less cheap and rough
No sow, no reap
They finally let a good guy sleep
They finally let a good guy sleep it off
Track Name: Boundary Review
Error firma
There’s that murmur:
“What’s the matter with you?”
Go no further
Go no further
It’s a boundary review

Young pups through the shredder
Grown-ups should know better

No disturber short of murder
gets me out of this stew
Error firma
Go no further
It’s a boundary review

Young hearts for the shredder
Old tarts fare no better
But redrawn we are reborn

I’ll get me some new emotions
Disregard my jealous moments
You’ll fulfil your obligation
Tell me I need medication

Young hearts for the shredder
Old tarts fare no better
But redrawn we are reborn

I’ll get me some new emotions
Quell my need to be so open
You’ll fulfil your obligation
Put me back on medication
Track Name: Unfathomable
They're shifting their shapes
like anything goes
They're shifting their shapes
like no one would know
But I could never be like that

They say to the screen
“Well, what of it all?”
The answers come back unfathomable
No, I could never be like that

Is this thing on?
Take it for the good of the team
And when we're gone
Then we get to say what we mean
Track Name: Humour Me
Humour me, I used to be
an island of enlightened immunity
Nth degree of empathy
But I got strangely drawn to the open sea
Don't gloat, you were in the boat with me
No coast far as telescopes could see

So deliver me today
from a symphony of grey
from a litany of pain
I am ready for my main

Can you save me from myself, myself?
Must I carry on or else, or else?

Humour me, I'm new to the
asylum of the frightened and soon to see
Nth degree of infamy
Because I don't like the way that they all agree
Don't gloat, you're still in the boat with me
No coast far as telescopes can see

So deliver me today
from a symphony of grey
from a litany of pain
I am ready for my main

Can you save me from myself, myself?
Must I carry on or else, or else?
Track Name: Quid Pro Quo
A parting gift from me to you
A pattern for a new tattoo
A lizard in a uniform
ignores an all-encroaching storm

Quid pro quo, let me go
It’s a kids show, bro, don’t you know?

The parting gift I get from you
A bill for all the damage to
the flowerbeds and window sills
by monkeys who forgot their pills

Quid pro quo, off you go
We’re on skid row, bro, don’t you know?

If one of us commits the act
The other must complete the pact
The snake that leaves a skin behind
The horse that kicks in 6/8 time

Quid pro quo, let me go
We’re on skid row, bro, don’t you know?
Track Name: Waltz 'n' All
In the zone where a conscience
is easily lost and found
and we live well beyond our needs
there's a man and he's beating
his fists on the shallow ground
“Let me in, let me in,” he pleads

Waltz and all
The writing's on the wall
They'll leave you as they found you
In that echo chamber hall
Waltz and all
Won't anybody call?
A life that's lost in yearning
for a love so palpable

In the zone where a conscience
is easily lost and found
and we live and we let things be
And the man who was beating
his fists on the shallow ground
Now he's in, is there room for me?

Waltz and all
The writing's on the wall
They'll leave you as they found you
In that multi-mirrored hall
Waltz and all
Won't anybody call?
A life that's lost in yearning
for a love so palpable