Bedlamist

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released August 19, 2016

Written, performed and recorded by Stephen Manning
© 2016 copyright control
Made mostly at Norwood Eye, south London, 2016
On drums: Chris Dixon (2,4,6,9,12), SM (5,7,8,11)

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Track Name: Family Silver
A small hour on the inlet cover
I looked out on the sunken trove
When I was out of my mind
Was I hoping to find some ineffable bond?
All the coins and the blades
All the meaning betrayed in the murky beyond

A barfly to a child can seem
A bad guy with this one sad dream
Only to see himself whole
Nothing cruel, nothing cold
Nothing chained to the past
But the eyes of the brute
Who dissembled my youth
Still reflect in the glass

Now the trembling quill
Etches out the will
Nothing's going to hurt you
For the rest of your life
No one's going to haunt you
With their endless goodbyes
Good is all we ask
But evil's all that replies
The family silver sold
The future is still on hold
Track Name: A Reckoning
Their eyes brighten when they're lying
A sense of an adventure, full on display
It must be that bottled lightning
That renders all the splendour simply as prey
They figured on everything
Except for a reckoning

What is a sky? What is a sky?
What can it do but fall in?
No use asking why, who's asking why?
Are you just stalling, stalling?

Now the reckless and unhinged
Crowd in margins
While the vultures without wings
Welch on the bill like a pro
Natural aversion to pay what they owe
Keeping the lights to a glow
Hard to turn back once we know what we know

The wheels are only getting faster
An unfamiliar concept, hardly begun
The Greek biker had an answer
It's off into the sunset, room for just one
A lesson in everything:
There's always a reckoning

What is a sky? What is a sky
If not to fall in, fall in?
Who's still asking why? Who's asking why?
Are you just stalling, stalling?

Now the desperate and unhinged
Crowd in margins
While the vultures without wings
Pass on the blame like a bomb
No inclination to ask what went wrong
Keeping the lights to a low
Hard to turn on once we know what we know
Track Name: The Facts Are These
The facts are these
We're on our knees
We've nothing to show for it
We'll never get over it now

Modern affairs are just fights for residuals
Offered in prayers for the frail and the fitful
Pity enough for all
They will never forgive you yet
They will never forgive you yet

The facts are these
We're on our knees
We've nothing but tokenist
Bedevilled and brokenist now

Can we afford all the scraps from the table?
What's our reward but the cane for the able?
Post all the signposts now
Post all the signposts now
Track Name: Two Hoots
I hereby cancel my membership
I only mention it
In case you don't even know me
In this skin, never an easy fit
Never be free of it
No wonder we grow up empty

You've worked wonders on my brow
I stay covered by my cowl
And what self-respecting owl
Gives two hoots about me now?
They've turned their heads so far around
They're gone, they're gone
Stroll on

Two much hard work
To give two hoots

Meals we made of our misanthropy
There's nothing worse to be
So why do we find it easy?
Kids don't get guidance they sorely need
Only hostility
No wonder they grow angry

You've worked wonders on my brow
I stay covered by my cowl
And what self-respecting owl
Gives two hoots about me now?
They've turned their heads so far around
They're gone, they're gone
Stroll on, stroll on

Two much hard work
To give two hoots
Track Name: Bedlamist
A kinder world
Where all the justice is just so
Let's find a world
We won't be long for this one, no
We won't be long for this one, no
A kinder world
Where all the justice is just so

Enemy showrooms, enemy showrooms
Light up with any kind of hokum
Enemy showrooms, enemy showrooms
Ideas are anything but heirlooms
Enemy showrooms, enemy showrooms

Call me bedlamist
Tilting at the therapist
This way, reason might lie

Enemy showrooms, enemy showrooms
Ideas are anything but heirlooms
Enemy showrooms, enemy showrooms

Call me bedlamist
Dancing on the edge of cliffs
One day, something might fly
Call me bedlamist
Grappling with the great what-ifs?
Just who will, if not I?
Track Name: Till The Last Lash
It’s like a black sheet coming down
On our rainbow nation’s aspirations
It’s like a black sheet coming down
In a culmination of frustration
Prefects in their plus-fours
Meting out their just wars

Till the last lash
You say you won’t fold
You say they’ll get nothing
But name and rank
But in a fast flash
The world becomes cold
And everything suddenly
All goes blank

Subjects down on all fours
Searching for their just cause

Till the last lash
You say you won’t fold
You say they’ll get nothing
But name and rank
But in a fast flash
The world becomes cold
Funny how suddenly
All goes blank
Track Name: Forget It
I woke up alone without my shoes
In some field and minus any clues
Up above, the birds relay the blues
A note for every bruise
There's no trail that leads to such a place
No details, no steps for me to trace
All those times the pain was on the face
The brain was on the case
Kept it compartmentalised
A part of me I barely recognised
Oh I soon forgot
Whatever was done to me
But, like it or not
It's still got its thumbs on me
Track Name: Iglooist
You, me, coexistential quandary
Born free, living uncomfortably
The distance I close
The distance you keep
The shatterproof rose I laid at your feet
Just another stick to beat
Just another fate to cheat
Just another stick to beat
Just another fate to cheat

What could such gifts
Mean to the iglooist?
Warmed by the cold
Deaf to the outer world

You, me, coexistential quandary
Born free, living uncomfortably
It's too big a distance I close
The distance you keep
What good is a shatterproof rose
That lays at your feet?

What could such gifts
Mean to the iglooist?
Warmed by the cold
The only cure is to obscure the outer world
Track Name: Former Souls
Words will fail but the deeds will fail
And we live in a kind of stupor
The past was a nasty rumour

Ritualised, every code revised
As we barter an understanding
The dream of a softer landing

Lives at speed will take their lead
With mercy at the controls
They touch the screen
What can it mean
To remember their former souls?

Cyclones breathe, then trees will leave
The systems exact their toll
We're all at sea, so sail with me
In search of our former souls
Track Name: The Clink
And I can don a uniform
And make my way in any swarm
And if it gets a little warm
I try to visualise a bridge that's never drawn
Used to be we could ride it
Used to be we could ride this out

Sink in drink
Or try to overthink
Your way out of the clink
You call your life
Penitence will make you
See some sense
And then you'll scale that fence
Get back inside
Track Name: Garage Ghosts
Stop your effing and jeffing
It's getting depressing
Constant is the pressure on our lives
Resistant to our loaded alibis
Our sorrow for ourselves is itemised
Get it down, so down
Set it down, so down

Can your colourful language
You'll wake all the garage ghosts
Our ungracious hosts
No more gnashing of anguish
You sound like the garage ghosts
In their realm post-toast

Fantômes garage, still in their cars
They had their black fume high noon
Quelle dommage
L'esprit de corps, left at the door
Real life is not what they were waiting for
Track Name: Get Off My Ark
Time's ticking out
You're not a collectivist
When your time's ticking out
We're making the best of this
With our tongues sticking out
Our hunger can look like insolence
Now's kicking out
You'll never outlive your ignorance now

Now somebody got wrested
Somebody got lost
And that's how I made it across
And yet I still hark:
“Get off of my ark
I can't rescue everyone”
And in that shrill bark:
“Get off of my ark
I can't rescue everyone”
And there's still no space for me
And there's still no place to be
Track Name: I Was Alive
A generation of the chart
No hate, no heart
No prose and no repose
Afflicted from a standing start
A world apart from comatose arose
And to think I was alive
In the embers of an empathetic time
That I couldn't yet describe
There was blame enough for everyone
And I took some

Solitary satellite
Was flashing out a code on my landing
Maybe we'll be all right
Solitary satellite
It could all be a misunderstanding
Let's sleep on it for tonight

I was alive

A generation off the grid
Our lives unlived
Our stories marked unread
We'll keep them in a safer place
And note the dates our eyes obliquely met
When we thought we were alive
In the cinders of a sympathetic time
And its primal override
So we opted for a share in the despair
So help me

Solitary satellite
Was flashing out a code on my landing
Maybe we'll be all right
Solitary satellite
It could all be a misunderstanding
Let's sleep on it for tonight

I was alive