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1.
I’ll sneak up. You slink down. And I’ll meet you in the kitchen in the middle of the night. I’ll creep up. You sleaze down. And we’ll steal ourselves some time to raise a little hell tonight Though they try to ignore us Despise us and deplore us Oh, we’re meant to be I hulk low. You skulk high. In the shadows in the margins in the corners of their eyes I howl low. You sigh high. And you’ll hear it in the ringing of the pipes when it is time Though they try to divide us To hide us and deride us Oh we have to be Between attic and basement There’s a place just for us Between attic and basement There’s a place just for us Who’s to say what’s forbidden? What’s for daylight, what’s hidden? Love is love, and our’s is free Between attic and basement There’s a place just for us Between attic and basement There’s a place just for us
2.
Zevangelism 04:04
Just a moment of your time To talk about the resurrection Oh you’re busy? Well that’s fine Here’s a pamphlet for inspection It sounds funny, what I said? I don’t mind a bit of laughter But you need to plan ahead Think about the ever after Because everybody dies And everybody hungers And faith might promise heaven But the truth is in the numbers It really is that simple, so you see If you’ve an appetite for afterlife, feed me We’re the fastest growing creed You see it spreads like an infection Soon we’ll be the number one Here’s a graph with a projection It makes you angry, what I said? Where’s God in this equation? You won’t give God another thought When you’re united in our nation Because everybody dies And everybody hungers And faith might promise heaven But the truth is in the numbers It’s inevitable, don’t you see? So why not get it over, feed me
3.
Head On 03:40
Come out your hiding place, show your pretty face Take a pinch of courage Walk like a giantess, show adversaries That you’ve got no worries But you do The torches and the pitchforks and the scorn Just be you Dry your tears and face your fears. Head on. And though you want to sing, you’d do anything To miss a confrontation But you got allies, hon, here to shield you From the inundation Yes you do The slings and barbs, the poison pouring on Aren’t true I know you want to head off. But Head on. It’s not about being beautiful It’s not about being nice It’s not about fitting in with some idea of what is ‘right’ It’s not about being acceptable To make our faces fit The only thing that you have to be’s yourself and that is all there is to it And we love you And we love you And we love you And we love you.
4.
Down from the road, through a copse Shouts flying like fowl from a gunshot Cursing as the ground turns soft Beside the still water, the still water Bearded grasses sway and nod There should be bird song, but there’s not The stink of something cursed by God Beside the still water, the still water Tuft of white on golden gorse Shouts again, desperate, hoarse Silver glinting in the mud Beside the still water, the still water Smear of mud obscures the view One wet print and one left shoe And ripples fracturing in the blue Stilling like a mirror till there’s just The still water, the still water The still water, the still water The still water, the still water The still water, the still water
5.
Rooted 05:04
You say I’m rooted I say I’m snared You say I’m stupid I say you’re scared That I’ll walk And I want to walk, I want to You say I’m settled Happy at home I say I’m fettered I want to be gone Want to walk Yes I want to walk, I want to I want to walk Yes I want to walk, I want to I didn’t mean to be here I had my eyes on the horizon, oh A second’s all it took these roots To sink into the soil of your soul You say I’m tangled I say I’m clear You say I’m distant I say I’m still here But I want to walk Yes I want to walk, I want to I want to walk Yes I want to walk, I want to
6.
These exhausted candles, the dead-eyed TV The shivering fire has no warmth in it But you’re not going anywhere No you’re not going anywhere Outside the window, the bristling sky The murderous looks between us But I’m not going anywhere No I’m not going anywhere Until you leave this house, Jerry Until you leave this house, son Why don’t you leave us already Get gone The embers of morning are damp and grey I’m tight as a wire, I am humming But I’m not going anywhere No I’m not going anywhere Until you leave this house, Jerry Until you leave this house, son Why don’t you leave us already Get gone Because oh something’s got to give here Oh something’s got to give here Oh someone’s got to blink soon Me or you The patter of ashes, the residual heat The sting of the smoke in my eyes Guess that stain isn’t coming out Now you’re not going anywhere No you’re not going anywhere
7.
You know that they’re under the beds squeezing in with the reds Is it any surprise that you’ve tripled your meds? All the familiar faces faking phoney smiles All the everyday places are suddenly hostile Here they come The closet holds no terrors for you anymore Because everything in it is out, and there’s more All those people are saying these creepshows got rights They’re just walking around in the broad daylight Here come them monsters Here come them monsters Here come them monsters Here come them monsters All you want’s for the world to be Safe, the way it used to be When everybody went to church And respectable weren’t a dirty word All you want is your fellow man To be something you can understand All you want’s the world to stop Changing Here they come All of your friends agree, least you think they do But you’re suspicious that some of them are in on it too With their needles and their microchips and the radio waves It’s enough to make you paranoid, just like the good old days Here come them monsters Here come them monsters Here come them monsters Here come them monsters
8.
Mnemosyne 04:48
A monster awaits Ravenous, indiscriminate And even the Fates Have no means of controlling it I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me It might be too late I think it’s got the scent of me More signs every day The fraying of my memories I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me So many moments, more priceless than gems Don’t rip them from my grasping hands So many treasures to fall to the maw But if it has to be, leave me this one most of all I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me I pray, Mnemosyne Tell your beast to spare me
9.
Sow a circle tight around you White of ritual and white of binding Keep the demons at bay Scatter crystals in the sunlight White as purity and bright as blinding So we all can see It’s always the salt the solution The witness for the persecution It’s always the salt solution With you See a pack of crows alighting Crowding in and calling down the thunder Cackling all of the names But you give as good as you get Spitting dry and bitter till they scatter In a flurry of wings It’s always the salt the solution The witness for the persecution It’s always the salt solution With you See the tears begin to glitter Scintillating as they dry on shelfs of stone For later We know you like to take an inch Maybe for once you’ll take a pinch Swallow down your pride and rinse it through Scrub the salt and let a little angel through It’s always the salt the solution The witness for the persecution It’s always the salt solution With you
10.
Black cab driver Tell me all the things you’ve seen Through the sliding screen In all your miles around the world Doing it for your girls All those faces All the secrets you could share Who’s a champ and who’s creep back there In all the revolutions on your clock Red-lit when you stop Three sweet names stenciled on the back A photo by the meter, friend Helps you focus, keep on track And I guess that’s all that matters in the end Black cab driver All the stories you could tell But there’s some you never will You never saw anything mate You never saw anything You never saw anything mate You never saw anything Three sweet names stenciled on the back A photo by the meter, friend Guides you when the night is black And I guess that’s all that matters in the end
11.
Retreat 04:00
Before you wake I’ll retreat To where the oldest of trees Circle an autumn clearing A dusty red cap ring Guarded by honeyed briars And by the fiercest of birds The crake and owl, my alarms While I number my harms And when I go there you won’t find me Like I never was, never was in this world When I go there you won’t find me Like I never was, never was in this world You won’t find me Like I never was You say I mythologise my misery And maybe that’s true But maybe that’s what men have to do To get through There’s running water nearby That hears my troubles, soothes my mind It sings as it tugs them away And gives me peace for a day And when I go there you won’t find me Like I never was, never was in this world And when I go there you won’t find me Like I never was, never was in this world You won’t find me Like I never was
12.
Driving on the backroads Winter eighty nine The right side of midnight And the sky is so clear You don’t need your lights The road to yourself tonight And the stars are the map and the treasure The past and the future, sure and forever A message written in ancient light Everything’s gonna be all right Dozen miles to go yet But where’s the fire Still the right side of midnight Love is waiting With the low banked fire This gift is for you tonight The stars are the map and the treasure The past and the future, sure and forever A message written in ancient light And everything’s gonna be all right A whole lot further down the road Blinked and you missed it Now it’s the wrong side of midnight The thing you thought was solid gold Tarnished when you kissed it But that’s just how it goes in life The stars are still the map and the treasure The past and the future, sure and forever A message written in ancient light That everything’s gonna be all right

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Twelve songs about monsters. Beasts and horrors real, perceived and imagined. All were written during February Album Writing Month 2021, whose community offers endless encouragement and inspiration.

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