released June 17, 2020
Mixed, Edited & Mastered by João Clemente
Endlessly Grateful to David, Tiago & Nuno for the amazing contribution and inspiration
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Special Thank You to Elo Masing for the Text Corrections
Patience Cradle
[01. Kaleidoscope of Hinted Clues]
Echoes of a lineage reverberating, vying for them in you
But echoes fade fast in the petal of your youth
So you joined the good tumbling folk
The dim street saviours
That can take a pounding while boxing the air
Taking a gamble on all that they could handle
For spare them the embarrassment
As they let their secret lives out of the cupboard
With its kaleidoscope of hinted clues
And they decide all the colours on show
Where to put the situation
And when to float around
Letting gravity take the course
For the future is yours
You should try and like it
So the barrow boys of colossal strength
And the braced-up dads of dog and horse
Who, being informed by their way and not by hear say
Gather in the straight streets they call home
Jesting with flicking wind-up banter
Starry-eyed with their clutching-child-son looks
Check out the show times of the dancing girls
Way out on palace hill
Back at home the table is set
And talking time's already over
For he's no clue what you said
He holds his saved despair for later
While soaking up his gravy dish
With thick white bread and fat
Sitting pretty in a paisley smock and thinning locks
She's riding the scape goat look
And all he sees is a ruddy buy-me-now smile
His grace is a smack in the face
She felt the pang of a child falling
The second he wouldn't roll off of her
And all her fantasies were bottled up
And shipped out to sea
Born into a blank age
Where people gathered in the squares
To watch the humiliation fairs
And self-reflection was a crime
He goes a-crashing every time
[02. A Recital of his Own Denial]
The impatience he shows as a grown-up
comes out in a part-time loner
He's out for the count
And learnt only how to shout
His recital of his own denial
And over yonder on rant corner
Where bona fide fellows gather in conviction
His ramblings fall on fearful ears
For his denial was his only survival
Cause he took a gamble on all that he could handle
Take this photo in mind, doing fine 1959
The two of them flying the flag of a nation
Post-war born country salvation
Golden rings a-worn adoring
Do the jive and all its glory
A patience cradle for seduction
Innocent hand-me-down hope
You plead entanglement
Before the ghosts of others
Take you and your scattered unrest away
Stories were kept downstairs
With getting by at all
So you fell into your innocence sleep
And they laid the pipes and stocked the armoury
Grafting through the night
Your callused hands and thick fingers
Serve to keep you in your place
While your face gave the rest away
Being out to the races
Gone was the child in your eyes
No way could it remain
When you got tied to the expected participation call
And the picture you painted was an empty self portrait
Of something you didn't want to see at all
[03. Shiny Shoulders]
Upstairs back door I'm half crazy
Zany lady joining forces
Making patterns selling fashion
Plastic slips are not a passion
Enjoying lazy sacred feelings
Touching yourself coming coldly
Smaller than your brothers shiny shoulders
A tall stranger
He plays with fire and you leave him
Reasons for next life sessions
Pretty little dancing fig
Vaseline smear it thick
[04. Machine Gun Talk]
Everything's fine, go take your time
You have a calling
And re-drape the tattered flag
Wipe the slate clean
No need for balling
Propose, shine and be made for today
Forgetting those far-away sacking days of old
Then the go-for-it boys from the white stuff pen a movement
For the likes of me but more for you
Tirelessly born of the pail
Oh come on your daily truths
Sunday listenings with its middle ways
And its green and pleasant tourniquet
And the depth restraint was on control
Machine gun talk left no open word window
So to the hunting grounds with the felines all around
They're biding their time and they're shining their hides
Spirit of the wild spirit
Spirit on their side
So catch a sense of the call of the jungle
And how it makes you follow
You climb onto the roller coaster
And carry the can, loving the sounds
Of out of the box and of differentness all around
The king of nowhere
Who should have buckled down
Who wouldn't fit in
Never turned up
Grew up
Dared not success
Found fashion for two and listened on in to profound
And spoke his short-time queue
Said all except no
Thought you'd like him so
And he and you became them
Constant need for fending off while holding court
Then shedding skins
Brought humbleness and quick salutes
[05. Myth and Emptiness]
Responsible kind with a million things on your mind
With a rapidly narrowing point of view
Filling time with achieving
In cherry-picked choice-entitled schemes
A master class of well fettered paths
For his and her few
Go flowering in others' blooms
With the Atlantic between the head and heart
Up there upon his
Go seething on my behalf
Shouting down from the deck,
'Sorry you've missed it... the boat, that is!'
As the rabble got turned away handsomely
The ad read: come to plentiness
And juggle money with cheering finesse
While men of importance in suited wonder
Pull the wool
And you find only a pocket full of myth and emptiness
Backing the lack of a real focus
And feeling the furnace and its prickly plotting
You trundled out of view
Taking the night barge from the banks of your swampy river
On a two month
Impossibly yours trip
And reaching the perpetual fountain
You undressed and was ready to go
Shouting, flaunting the joy of it all
Playing possibly yours catch-up into the night
Silly things took off their disguise and made him grin from inside
And special kind of unknowings laid the tracks
Then straight-face smiles that took a while to comprehend
For longer then
Became close friends
[06. Lazing in Velvet]
He made time with skinny love and golden darks of not quite sure
And she speaks to the group and he thinks of a car
He's Mr no-one
Patterns of love and comfort zones
Typical her, usual you
The nightingale past his sell-by date
Sung pastiche songs of love and hate
You choose, we prune ourselves, that's what we do
Who really knows 'cause he's in love with you and knows your kind
Down on his liver and out of his luck
Lazing in velvet like a cosmopolitan
Little tanned sensation poured out real thick
Regular sermon kissed by the sun
She trapped you in the spaces
At least that's what she says
Filled it with the scent of of her
That's what you said
Poured it with the juice of love
Helped by a pill
Cause you're working late on night shifts
That's what you're coming here for
She says,
'Say, say, say I'm not beautiful,
Look at me now!'
Looking for someone to understand her point of view
Say, say, hold the mirror, admire me
But he held it between her legs
That's what he's coming here for
[07. Black-Sea-Mess]
So black-sea-mess drew in, freak star at his simply best
Sorted him out in the night
In vacant lots of darkness shining truth abounds
With pencilled-in eyes so light
Half man, half witch of a stranger wants out
He borrowed a mask and jewels from the past
He knows how to gaze
Check out his bait in the garden of play
What if the tales from passionate minds
Are driven by default it's no surprise
Would we reset would we lay down
What if everything's an illusion
Cause nothing collapsed always was gone
A step too far in our time
Looking at pictures of pretty boy grins
And checking the mirror 'cause you don't feel much like him
The flirting cocktails and pick-me-up love like mine
Were a stupid waste of time
He left his nest that he built up strong
That wasn't for you, that's just wrong
Cause it's winter time that comes
And you can't escape the call
Cause it won't go away
'So natural,' you can hear him say
It seemed like a good idea at the time
As they dropped in and he dropped out
Fish and fine wine and those dark lamenting eyes
That entice
And waking in the sun with his morning stares
No work, that's fair
[08. The Midday Spaces]
But time was like jail pain thin coffee pills
Final take, God is heaven, why not
Sponge for years, numbers, no sex, shaking hands
Unlevel bed, football importance
Left-right, left-right, looking for peace
But it was a kind of harmony that brought short release
So have your answers
But can you question it
Or the questions
Doesn't make it easy
Lay siege to your own roots
Close your eyes for guidance, sit and gain another face
People drift by slowly in reverse in a haze of ambition
Stunned by your roaming for inspiration
Giving it a wild becoming
Feel light, then thrive in your arms
And see all separation that's planted with great stagnation
As rare as spring leaves in winter time
So go now to your in-between city spaces
The midday spaces
The dusk spaces
The no-one is there spaces
That took time to find spaces
The takers and peerers can't understand spaces
That work only if others take them when you're not there spaces
[09. Aesthetic the Random]
He sits there and thinks about the beauty of the blue
Green
Grey
Crumbling
Pockmarked wall
How aesthetic the random decaying decline
And the unfinished cracks that seem to breed revelations
Cinematic ponderings
So the butterfly flaps his wings in the great scheme of things
Then there's one less in the bed
So they all roll over
And knowledgeable ones can echo in time
Shouting their colours
Rolling over
And on the wall a sentence scribbled down reads
When something is beautiful
There's always some oscillating creation
Like your lover's eyes that become two friends of yours
And life with its always hidden surprises
That let you in to take part in your time brief and significant
So afford a smile and remember
Your raging in the maddening city has no blame
And there ain't no pleasing
Playing honestly happy
Patience Cradle poem by Daevid McMillan
