Mark Hollis

Polydor, 1998



The colour of spring

Forget our fate
The pedlar sings
Set up to sell my soul
I've lived a life for wealth to bring

And yet I'll gaze
The colour of spring
Immerse in that one moment
Left in love with everything

Soar the bridges
That I burnt before
One song among us all

Watershed

Come my love
Kick the line
Afield lies nothing but squalor to turn on
A song asale

Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love

Gladdening eyes
Through slur
Emerge crucified

So frail

Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love

A song asale
Sold heart

Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love

A song asale
For the good has bled to dust
Departed
The morning sun

Inside looking out

Feel my skin Lord
Feel my luck tumbling down
Left no life no more

Turn my seasons turn
Lived in much younger times
Left no life no more
For me to shine

The gift

So sold out
How dear you are
How on earth did you come to live as a clown

Close
Closed down
And here you are

Sun and then the shade
Sun eclipsed to shame

In youth you'd grown
Purest
Purest
Sail on

Cold
Burnt out
And fear you are
Gone
And now the shade

Sun eclipsed to shame

A life (1895 - 1915)

Uniform
Dream cites freedom
Avow
Relent
Such suffering
Few certain

And here I lay

Westward bound

Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is

A spur
A rein

The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth

Drought's heir

Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money

Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk
Idle ground
Westward bound

The daily planet

Come far
Compared to who
Scoop the life you leech
Immune to ruse or rape's heredity

News first

Shall I grow no more than I'm bound
Enough of the pain

Come far
Compared to who
Fuel for the lies you read
Future depths
Collective leash

Who's first

Shall I grow no more than I'm bound
Enough of the pain

Whose curse

Shall I grow no more than I'm bound

Hurts to see
Over undertone
Shame
Last to laugh
No

A new Jerusalem

And I'm home again
But alone my child
For the emptiness of war remains
One among five
But I'm dead to love
A pawn the same

And I'm home again
Run along my child
For the water's blood
And so the sea

Summer unwinds
But no longer kind

Heaven burn me
Should I swear to fight once more

D'you see
Wise words
Wild words


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Last updated February 12, 1998