1. |
100 Doors
03:36
|
|||
|
100 doors
I came to find you through the burning fields
Violent eruptions left their scars
When you looked at that pile of dust
You forgot to ask for youth
From the darkest corner of your cave
The sound of your words rebounds
You’re so small you would fit in a jar
But you still speak words of truth
A hundred doors
And I don’t know which one to open
To find the underworld
If the leader gives you disrespect,
Teach him a lesson with fire
How we needed those prophesies
And we nearly lost them all
I search an oak leaf for the lines to follow
But you don’t sing fates anymore
How can we ask the dead to lead us again
With this smoke in our eyes?
A hundred doors
And I don’t know which one to open
To find the underworld
|
||||
2. |
Inner spaceman
04:30
|
|||
|
Inner spaceman
I am an inner spaceman
Navigating uncharted lands
Bouncing off the doors of my mind
Picking up pieces of signs
I was going to fly with my friends
But the escape pod was their bed
So now I’m tripping solo
And there is no map.
A rippled orange sky
stretching forever
Hailing to the dawn and all it’s mysteries
The music will transport me
A blooming room of melody
I’m flying through this inner space.
Feeding my inner spaceman
In these melting sugar sands
Surfacing in the cold harsh light
Trying to decipher the sights.
Alone I nearly lost my mind
In the hazy half life
Where you can’t be sure what to believe any more
The music will transport me
A blooming room of melody
I’m flying through this inner space.
Please give me a soft landing as I come back to earth.
|
||||
3. |
The haunted everything
04:31
|
|||
|
The haunted everything
Here’s a simple task for you
I want you to create something truly creepy
That may have been a big mistake
Because 21st century monsters take on a life of their own
The slender man a product of digital manipulation
Born on a forum only 13 years ago
No facial features, no hair skin so pale
A dark suited freaky character whose tentacles got everywhere
The haunted everything
A loop that cannot be broken
A cyber tale round the campfire
Our worst fears awoken
Something awful’s going to happen
The feeling grows and grows
Of course these fabrications are as old as the hills
But now they spread so fast
Around the haunting glow of a monitor
The mind can start to play tricks
And what began as a creepy image
Gets far too real in Waukesha
The haunted everything
A loop that cannot be broken
A cyber tale round the campfire
Our worst fears awoken
Is this the modern bogeyman from hive mind creativity?
But what used to warn us of stranger danger took a nasty turn
A murderer parading around his yard dressed as the slender man
Copycats and hysteria, hallucinations on the monitor
Technology and folklore in a truly heady mix
Here’s a simple task for you
I want you to be kinder
The haunted everything
A loop that cannot be broken
A cyber tale around the campfire
Our worst fears awoken
|
||||
4. |
Inquisitor
03:24
|
|||
|
Inquisitor
Well hello inquisitor with your troubled soul
It’s hard to believe anyone could be so cruel
350 years after his death
They stole his bones and burnt them
We don’t know if this was an act of faith
Or revenge for the suffering he caused
Torquemada confessor to the Queen
Thought Jews and Muslims were a threat to Spain
Dressed them in garments of the condemned
Hell’s flames and demons surrounded them
Well hello inquisitor with your troubled soul
It’s hard to believe anyone could be so cruel
When he wanted someone to confess
He used torture to get the evidence
It could be water or fire, but thousands were left scarred
By this zealot and the fear he unleashed
Heresy, apostasy, sorcery, sodomy, polygamy, blasphemy, usury, and other offenses
All brought a sentence of being burnt at the stake
It’s enough to make your head spin
How did they get away with it?
And still the church built its riches
Opulence in lands of poverty
And power over life and death
|
||||
5. |
Trace
03:27
|
|||
|
Trace
This charcoal has cooled just enough
The light of the fire casts a perfect shadow
My love, I’ll ensure that your likeness remains
For your leaving pains me so.
On the wall I trace
for when I can no longer see your face
My lines keep at bay
the loneliness when you’re away
A silhouette that’s drawn with love
Can capture your essence and echo through time
Out of the darkness that the fire cast
I found a way to make an image that would last
On the wall I trace
for when I can no longer see your face
My lines will keep at bay
the loneliness when you’re away
|
||||
6. |
Forgiveness powder
03:53
|
|||
|
Educated, witty and very rich
Yet she was single in her thirties
She loved a short ugly gambling man
Who was married and her dad sent him packing
Cranstoun claimed that he could find a way
For them to solve all of their problems
A magic powder from a wise woman
That makes you forgive your enemies
Give him forgiveness powder,
The voices getting louder
You can live a better life
A countess and a loving wife
10, 000 reasons behind her father’s death
Though the cause was arsenic
Ms Blandy put the powder into his tea
Believing his heart would soften
He was sick and his teeth fell out
As the poison burnt through his entrails.
She was a victim of deception she said
As she ran from the angry mob.
Give him forgiveness powder,
The voices getting louder
You can live a better life
A countess and a loving wife
She pulled her handkerchief over her face and dropped into eternity
Her ghost now haunts the Little Angel pub and where the gallows were.
See here the dreadful consequences of snake oil salesmen
A poor love-sick woman lost everything for such a toxic man.
They took her to the gallows
No happy ever after
Be careful who you trust
Life can be short and so unjust.
|
||||
7. |
Enheduanna
03:41
|
|||
|
The basket floated with Sargon in
Mesopotamia’s future king
Raised by a farmer was gardening
When goddess Ishtar declared he should be king
His daughter priestess ruled in Ur
The world’s first author, writing with power
You’ve given wings to the storm
Rain flaming fire over the land,
Bring down the flood from the mountain
Enheduanna
a joyous chant and her tiara in the moonlight
Enheduanna
the high priestess praising Inana and ready for the fight
Praise the Queen Who Rides the Beasts
Strong men paraded before Her
Open-mouthed she roars!
Enheduanna
a joyous chant and her tiara in the moonlight
Enheduanna
the high priestess praising Inana and ready for the fight
Inside is a womb dark and deep
Heaven has been seized by the woman
Clothed with beauty and power.
|
||||
8. |
Mass exodus
03:35
|
|||
|
We know little of her life
But everything about how she died
As the fanatics ran riot
And half a million books went up in flames
Her dad taught her to be extraordinary
Fiercely intelligent and generous
The celibate professor of Alexandria
People came to listen to her speak
The monks called her a witch
Beguiling people through her satanic wiles.
From the sands of the desert men came
And dragged her by her hair into a church
“Kiss the cross”, they said
“And we’ll spare your life
If you go to the nunnery
Otherwise, as a pagan you’ll burn”
These shameful men
Sprayed the church with warm blood
Feasting on hatred
Until she could teach no more.
Hypatia was a victim of the mob
Violence ruled like a black hurricane
Peter the Reader did what he was told
Destroying the wisdom of ages
Time for a mass exodus
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
Once the sea had cast its spell, he was never coming back
There would be no boundaries, the waves would always carry Jacques
We mustn’t fight with nature, protect it to survive
We should all be in one boat now, we need to be unified.
You can’t love the things that you’ve never seen
He took cameras to the places we’d never been
Feel like an angel under the sea
Without the burden of gravity
Calypso through the oceans deep
Feel the beauty and infinite love
|
||||
10. |
This is not a good idea
05:02
|
|||
|
This is not a good idea
Enlightenment seems such a good idea until
You realise the troubling truths about the world
And watch the very unwise men who get put in charge
As a child I used to dread the bombs falling
While the arsenal was built up every day
The madness of assured destruction grew more real
Surely now we can see
This is not a good idea
This morning I was woken by a terrifying dream
In which a flying metal box made me scream
Crushed underneath it were my hopes for the future
It’s not the bombs that scare me now, but all the people who are happy
To plough on with the same routine
The YOLO suicide pact I didn’t sign up to
Surely now we can see
This is not a good idea
|
||||
Joe Peacock Birmingham, UK
I'm a prolific singer-songwriter from Birmingham - a genre-hopping storyteller, whose music has been compared to Bowie, Blur, Costello and many others. Mostly, my songs tell stories that I find interesting and thought provoking. My music has all been recorded at home so far and all money from the digital sales of my music go into paying producers/mixing & mastering engineers. ... more
If you like Joe Peacock, you may also like:
supported by 7 fans who also own “Mirror Neuron Generator”
LOVE LOVE this album. The soulful messaging in For Free...just captivating.
go to album
supported by 6 fans who also own “Mirror Neuron Generator”
An awesome album of thunderous Aussie rock. Big anthems, sing-a-long choruses, great lyrics and melodic hooks to snare your interest. Leigh Thomas debut album combines 3 previous singles and 7 sparkling new tracks including the bombastic ‘Underground’, and my favourite eco-warrior album closer ‘Kids of Tomorrow’. The Long Way album is a full face blast of classic contemporary guitar music from a talented singer songwriter and purveyor of total tunes. 💣💣💣💣💣
go to album
Existential Dreadlocks
by Joe Adhemar
supported by 6 fans who also own “Mirror Neuron Generator”
My first introduction to Joe's music that made me sit up and take notice.
go to album
The songs on “Gallery” are inspired by various works of art, lovingly translated into goth-tinged indie pop.
go to album
Big Trees Fall Hard
by DOUGLAS FUR
Douglas Fur, a new solo project from electronic musician Tori Holleman, dives into indie pop and psychedelic sounds.
go to album
Mostly recorded during late nights, hence the title, this EP is full of whispery synthpop that is both beguiling and mysterious.
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “Mirror Neuron Generator”
go to album
