All Your Requiem Requirements

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released July 1, 2014

Written, performed and recorded by Stephen Manning
© 2014 copyright control
On drums: Christopher I. Dixon
Made late 2013 / early 2014 in east London

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Track Name: White Smoke, Right Bloke
Nowhere near the aisle
And still without a plus-one
And every date’s a trial
Where do these eejits come from?
So be it, you decree it
More fool them if they can’t even see it

When we see the white smoke
Then we’ll know you’ve got the right bloke
Then we can all breathe out
But what does all the evidence amount to?
Mr Perfect wants to live without you
And there’s no more sin to soak
On his emblematic cloak
White smoke, right bloke

Clutching at thin air
And when the music finally ends
And you have got no chair
You spin around and face all your friends
They’re all crowing
They’re so knowing
Mocking you because you choose to keep going

When we see the white smoke
Then we’ll know you’ve got the right bloke
Then we can all breathe out
But still we see the black smoke
Attesting to the fail of menfolk
Why do we stay devout?
When what do all these horror stories point to?
Someone somewhere’s trying to avoid you
And there’s no more sin to soak
On his emblematic cloak
White smoke, right bloke
Track Name: Certain Death Song
It was the kind of rain
That opens up the moment that you
Think you can’t take more pain
It tips it like it’s laughing at you
A wife and unborn son
How can I make them comprehend
They’re better off far from
Someone who’d sooner kill than tend

Leaving the scene as it found me
Maybe you’ll prosper without me

When you’ve lost everyone
You sit and think your time it must come
Somehow the pips go on
The thunderbolts that mark the aeons

Part of me’s whispering ‘run’
Like there’s somewhere to go
So look at me still clinging on
Like you do when you don’t know you’re done
‘Cause number one needs looking after
That is the sum
And all the notes on the back of my hand
I cannot now decipher
The ink has run
So carry on, carry on, carry on

If I was halfway sane
I wouldn’t sing this certain death song
With its callous refrain
Listing the things I did refrain from:
Love to the nth degree
Some kind of code denied me entry
(A combination barred my entry)
Faith, hope and charity
A nightclub act that left me empty

Each dreaded day above ground
I try to fend off the darkness
All my ambitions amount to finding
Something to do with my hands
Make other plans
Just keep ‘em busy
They’ll understand
Maybe not now
But in time they’ll be glad
Of moments like this passing
No more to add
So move it on, move it on, move it on
Track Name: Keep 'Em Crossed
It’s something to see
The rage of the empty
Pain of the wonder lost
You’ll run into it
When you’re not ready
You’d better keep ‘em crossed
It need only be lucky once
A sole sorry happenstance

Empty is plenty
Any’s too many
Loss is appointed boss
You’re working for him
You’re worth every penny
You’d better keep ‘em crossed
You need just be unlucky once
A sole sorry happenstance

Must be nice to have a past
One that doesn’t lunge
With its half-empty glass
One that doesn’t lie in wait
Watching as you fall into an open grave
I want to be here
Where everything’s got a plaque
Because where I come from
Nobody ever looks back

It’s something to see
The rage of the empty
Pain of the wonder lost
You’ll run into it
And it’s always ready
You’d better keep ‘em crossed
It need only be lucky once
A sole sorry happenstance

Must we linger upon on the past?
One that snags like Isadora Duncan’s scarf
One from which you ran away
Only then to fall into an open grave
I want to stay here
Where everything’s got a plaque
But now I go home
And no one ever looks back
Track Name: Micro-poet
Trying to be what everyone wants
But everyone wants it their way
And I give my considered response:
I’m not here for your don’t-care day
But I’m just churning what I’m taught
Soliloquies of no import
Hold that thought

Micro-poet
You had me at the hyphen
Knight so stoic
Detached and yet enlightened
Economic with the truth
What isn’t there just isn’t worth searching for

Trying to stay on everyone’s side
But everyone’s so one-sided
And I give way to often I find
To guidance that’s so misguided
But I’m just churning all my thoughts
Overwritten, overwrought
Holding court

Micro-poet
You had me at the hyphen
Knight so stoic
Detached and yet enlightened
And even tiny details rhyme
And nothing else is really worth reaching for
Track Name: You Don't Need Love To Live
“You don’t need love to live”
He said and he meant it
Or he thought he did
“You don’t need love to live”
She heard but she demurred
“That’s not how I want it
What message is that sending to our unborn kids?
You don’t need love to live”

She said, “why today?
Why not a dozen years ago?
I can’t live that way”
He said “we do already, though”

And for a while they wrestled on it
No telling lies, no shrugging off anything
But in the end they settled on it
No turning back, a mantra for everything

He said, “right now
I should have done this years ago
And I did not know how”
She said “that’s not all you don’t know”

“I still need love to live”
She said and she meant it
Or she thought she did
“A message I am sending to my unborn kid
That’s all I’ve got to give
That’s how I want to live”

And for a while they wrestled on it
No telling lies, no shrugging off anything
But in the end they settled on it
No turning back, a mantra for everything
“You don’t need love to live”
Track Name: Call That A Fall?
When I get around to the question
Why all my self-sabotage
Even now is still in charge
Then I might indulge your suggestion
That my rage is a mirage
And my window’s always arch
That’s the world that’s on display
Don’t you think I rue the day
They waved a wand at me to say: you’re it!

Find me under spools of tape
Frozen in my air rock shape
Smothered by my James Brown cape
Or crushed by Liberace drapes
Either way, there’s no escape

“Calling, you call that falling?
You don’t know half of it,” twice you say
“Stalling, I call that stalling
You could snap out of it any day”

But what am I to take from this lesson?
That all my self-sabotage
Is a ghost that’s still at large
Sonny, you’re a world away
Don’t you think I yearn the day
When I can wave a wand and say: exit!

“Calling, you call that falling?
You don’t know half of it,” twice you say
“Stalling, I call that stalling
You could snap out of it any day”

They don’t get you, no one does
Especially once you’re off the buzz
What is now is not what was
So quit sunbathing on the cross
Come down and declare your loss
Track Name: A Waste Of Cloud
In spite of how I feel
I’m not the dying kind
The sky can go rolling on without me
It is not my time
Such a waste of cloud
I’d only fluff my lines
And bungle all my solos on the harp strings

Somewhere is a space where everyone is free
You can assume any form you want to
Whatever suits you
When you’re finally there
Be sure to think of me
I’m too set in my ways to come and join you
Like I long to
Track Name: A Rapper Regrets
A rapper regrets he battered his ex
All these emotional mountains to climb
Nobody said it gets harder with time

A rapper expects to feather his nest
But those epiphanies learned on the mount
Have turned and bitten me on my way out

Where did that come from?
Where did that come from?
Have I been storing up resentment ready for winter
Which will always be waiting round the corner?

A rapper regrets he’s not brought his vest
All these irrational numbers to dial
Friction in diction and smiles of denial

A rapper reflects – he fell from his nest
“Those moral certainties hip at the time
Have all deserted me in my decline”

Where did that come from?
Where did that come from?
Have I been storing up resentment ready for winter
Which will always be waiting round the corner?
Track Name: The Bed Made Me
I woke up all old
I must have been under
For a decade, all told
Over my head
The grass had grown greener
Than I would have soothsaid
From my comfortable bed

You could be my blue moon
I could be your monsoon
Stuff meant for the bedroom
Vaunt it like a show tune

Lying right here as still as a picture
Thinking how well you played me
Staying right here for poorer or richer
This is the bed that made me

I woke up all new
Whatever I missed
It wasn’t anything true
Under my bones
The earth had all moved
And I was finally home

I could be your mot juste
You could be my home roost
All my vague and obtuse
Bluster put to good use

Lying right here as still as a picture
Thinking how well you played me
Staying right here ‘cause this is the fixture
This is the bed that made me
Track Name: Without Reference
Taking on a lover without reference
Who knows anyone?
Or what they will become?
Eyes so bright and full of burning questions
But lips too frail to speak of anything so weak
All I require is a blink at most
Say and I’ll stay and we’ll chase the ghosts

Take this boy, you need no other reference
Standing by the son
The father he’ll become
Like a generation makes no difference
A distant moving train
That always looks the same
Out in the courtyard a camel stands
Take it, it’s yours for your daughter’s hand

Was it half a life ago
You said it hasn’t begun?
You’ve got half a life to go
And you’ve not even had one

Taking on a lover without reference
Who knows anyone?
Or what they will become?
Eyes so bright and full of burning questions
But hands to cold to grip
Anything could slip
Out in the desert a woman stands
“Take me, I’m yours,” she says to the sands

Was it half a life ago
You said it hasn’t begun?
You’ve got half a life to go
And you’ve not even had one
Track Name: Take Away Rock
We play our flying Vs upon the Could Cloud
Then wake up all entangled in the Should Shroud
What life is this when everyone assumes that
The likes of Carol Decker need a blue plaque?

Dreams aren’t even yours
Someone had that dream before
If the source of settled scores is the music
Let it pour

If we take away rock
Will we ever, will we ever,
Will we ever feel free again?
If we take away rock
Are we lesser, are we lesser as men?

You’ll always have a ladder to the Could Cloud
But don’t forget you have to wash your Should Shroud
And face the world on terms that you do not pick
The kind of world where Meatloaf gets the spare plinth

They said: “By your mince
You’re not fit to leave your prints”
They’ve been sorry ever since
Let them think of this and wince

Will the take away rock
Make us ever, make us ever
Make us ever feel free again?
Will the take away rock
Make us better, make us better as men?
Track Name: A Bloody Draw
It’ll be a weird day
In hell when you say
You’ll try to see it my way
With eyes all good as shot
Such hostile witness
I quiz your fitness
Too busy minding your business
To see what you’ve really got

All these things we ought to ignore
We let them ignite more war
I can’t win so I make sure
It’s always a bloody draw

You read your screenplay
About someone, you say,
Lives your life in a good way
And I’m kept out of shot
Last living witness
You quiz his fitness
To lecture you on your business
But he’s all you’ve really got

All these things we ought to explore
We shove in the bloody draw
I can’t win so I make sure
It’s always a flat-line score

All these things we ought to ignore
We let them ignite more war
I can’t lose so I make sure
It’s always a bloody draw
Track Name: Shh!
When the world is stuck for an answer
And it can’t quite muster the bluster
I’ll know it isn’t just me
There’s more of us out there
Tapped out on what we can’t be
And heading for nowhere

After all the shirts that I went through
In my vain attempts to impress you
Years make no difference to me
From one to the other
Tortured and tattered I’ll be
Before and after
No one sees it like I see it
No one hears it like I hear it

We must have gone awry
I curse and blame my mother tongue
So many words for bye
For how I feel, not even one
Life sometimes is better in song
And life sometimes is really not worth the breath
Or we’d just be singing ourselves to death

When the world is stuck for an answer
And it can’t quite veer from disaster
I’ll know it isn’t just me
That missed the rehearsal
Tapped out on what I can’t be
So introversial that
No one sees it like I see it
No one hears it like I hear it

We must have gone awry
I curse and blame my mother tongue
So many words for bye
For how I feel, not even one
Life this time is better in song
And life next time won’t really be worth the breath
Or we’ll still be singing ourselves to death