• The Mojo Fins - CIRCA

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CIRCA album tracks:
Longwave reach
Exhale
Introverts
Catholic Guilt
Arterial Road
Grass
Black Sun
Friends
White Heart Beats
Hands of Flashing Light

Lyrics:

Longwave reach

I forgot, forgot to think of you
I lose the plot, get wrapped in myself
I was looking out, looking out, looking out for you
And then it changed, when you slipped from view

You were like a radio
You were like the waves
You were reaching everywhere;
Your hymn to brilliance

I forgot, it doesn't mean that I forget
I forgot, it doesn't mean I don't care
I will always hear, always feel, always think like you
You gave me that, so how could I forget you?

You were like a radio
You were like the waves
You were reaching everywhere;
Your hymn to brilliance
Longwave reach, longwave reach
Your elegance not lost
I am waiting for you
I have not forgot.


Exhale

Do you know where it went?
The building blocks for our intent
Almost there but never arrive
Waiting in the wings tonight
I was wondering how
I extricate myself for now
Without the cloying fuss
Finger points and chests
Exhale
Draw breath
From the bad ships
Sailing
All hands to the deck
Pull up the sails
Waves abound
Waves abound
All in all you’re moving hell for leather
A heart beats in a race
But a finite faith is all that’s left
I was wondering how
I extricate myself for now
Without the cloying fuss
Finger points and chests
Exhale
Draw breath
From the bad ships
Sailing
All hands to the deck
Pull up the sails
Waves abound
Waves abound
All hands to the deck
Pull up the sail
Waves abound
Waves abound
Emergent sea
Turn to me
Waves abound
Waves abound


Introverts
 

Please shut up you’re wasting time and air
Let’s sit around and extol
The virtues of the garrulous
The bellow is as regular
As a cliché in a crisis
It’s drowning out the meek
It’s deafening
Divested of the dreams
That served to keep us stationary
Extraordinary whims unfurl
Introverts
I know you’ve got ideas
On how to get us out of here
Now you’ve space and time to be heard
Let’s sit here with our silence
Until it’s uncomfortable
I know we need each other
While the balance is skewed to the extrovert gain
You’ll wonder what they’re thinking
You won’t have to wait
It’s deafening
Divested of the dreams
That served to keep us stationary
Extraordinary whims unfurl
Introverts
I know you’ve got ideas
On how to get us out of here
Now you’ve space and time to be heard
Brash machines take over and forsake your bookish ways
Don’t negate fate
In solitude not sin
The rhythm of the west
Will reward this excess
Divested of the dream that served to keep us stationary
Extraordinary whims unfurl
Introverts
I know you’ve got ideas
On how to get us out of here
Now you’ve space and time to be heard
It’s ok
You’re an introvert

 


Catholic Guilt
 

We carved our names
In the Blind Garden
In the wooden bench
From where we took our first steps

We carved our names
Though we found it hard
To capitalise
On our names and intent
To tread forth and vandalise
Catholic guilt can kick the shit out of youth
So I repent those years misspent and pray
Those same years have been kind to you

In the years that passed
We turned our backs
And failed to act
On our childhood pacts

We carved our names
Though we found it hard
To capitalise
On our names and intent
To tread forth and vandalise
Catholic guilt can kick the shit out of youth
So I repent those years misspent and pray
Those same years have been kind to you

When all that remains
Are those indentations
And the howling echoes
Of our incantations

We carved our names


Arterial Road

No longer in a rush with your head in a vice
I think we've been working too hard to get everything right
And when they present those errors to you
In voluminous lights
You get to wonder why

No longer saying yes to appease the crowd
No longer suppressing what you want to say loud
When the tide turns we'll have upped sticks
And left directions where to
Come and find us if you want to

Felt the caught moth rhythm rattle in the shade
Then found arterial roads
As the crow flies
As the crow flies
Felt the caught moth rhythm rattle in the shade
Then found arterial roads
And got to cross the line

Are we locked in, if not then let's escape
If we don't have to then let's not complicate
Throw it back to the murder of crows
Let them pick it over
Over our shoulders


Grass

Laid our days in grass
That slayed our ways
We ran roughshod and racked up accidents, mistakes and miscreants
Pile on the apathy – we dined out on it

Laced our ways in grass
That would slain our shame
We soothed complaints, slid on and slipped on through
We were rudderless – nothing changes

All the wasting wasn’t waste
Weren’t we just growing up?
Reaching out, breaking up, breaking out; learning about ourselves
We would figure it out

We butchered chances that were gold leaved and true
Sunk the ship so many times, yet always seemed to blunder through
We were carefree – we were guilt-free

All the wasting wasn’t waste
Weren’t we just growing up?
Reaching out, breaking up, breaking out; learning about ourselves
We would figure it out


Black Sun

A life minus literal sight
Reliant on a new perception
Olympian deity
Are you able harm or heal me?

The hit from a startled thief
Put you down on your knees
Though you'll be triumphant
In this adversity
Apollo and the black sun
You will cross the seven seas
There's no turning back
While you're alive, no choice

Separate this body from mind
And eat up life while you can
Olympian deity
Ridden now of this pity

So do it while you can
There's no turning back


Friends

Oh to miss your friends
When they're playing Rubber Soul
In that bar where we once met
I tried to call your phone
Though I know it's stupid
When there's no way you'll pick it up

So let’s try and hide
Those crying eyes

Oh to miss your friends
When they're playing Five Leaves Left
On the New Year’s Eve Dansette
I call and ring the bell
Though I know it's stupid
When there's no way you'll answer it

So let’s try to hide
Those crying eyes

Gone so long
You can't suspend
Deny or pretend
It's anything
Other than
Over
Yes

So let’s try to hide
Those crying eyes


White Heart Beats

No more waiting
White heart beats have appeared
Sound waves beam you back
Transmission

It looks like waving
Then you turn away
Sound waves beam you back
A debut

I hope I'll always be
Around for you my dear
Of all the things
I've laid my eyes upon
That was the greatest

3.5 billion, I hope you get them all
In a lifetime that is full
And radiant

So I am ready to shed this weary skin
In truth I've been willing
Just waiting


Hands of Flashing Light

Cathode
Paralysis
Po-faced
Analysis
Bathed
In
Plasma
Light
Tuning
In
Dropping
Out
Spirit
Sated
Tonight
At
The
Hands of Flashing Light
Turn
It
On
Turn
It
Up
Turn
It
Off
Don't
You
Want
To
See
The
Latest
Thing
They
Are
Shoveling
Spirit
Sated
Tonight
At
The
Hands of Flashing Light
In your eyes
I now see life
Complete and defined
From the chaos of doubt
Turn, turn
Spirit
Sated
Tonight
At
The
Hands of Flashing Light


The 'CIRCA' album was recorded at Rockfield Studios. Produced and Mixed by Dave Eringa.

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