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Isn’t it funny, there’ve been so many tales
Of lights and strange shapes in the sky
When finally something Devastating happens
They come from below Not on high
I’ve heard the official stories. But that’s not what I believe.
I believe the man, with the burned ragged clothing
Who stumbled from the fire to tell the tale.
He’d didn’t know where they caught them don’t know when.
But he knew they’d grey skin And too many eyes.
Their venom had burned him And all his friends.
But he choked out the story ‘fore he died.
We kept them kept them in cages, In a low level lab.
Proof against force but not for sound.
And too late it was realised Their buzzing and their clicks
Was how they spoke How they way they made their plans.
Some of the creatures have broken the locks on the door to lab 558
Somehow their venom ate through the wires, Alarms didn’t sound till was too late
From the third to fifteenth floor, they’re infected.
With the spores of the creatures that broke through the locks on the door to lab 558.
And that’s why the sky’s falling down
That’s why we’ll never see sunlight
And why our lungs will fill with the ash of the innocent dead
It’s not the future you wanted
Sure is the future you got
Our skin will crack with the dry heat of nuclear winds
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We’ve heard the accusations, We’ve heard the counter claims
I say you’re guilty sir,
The evidence is plain
The blood upon your clothing, The powder in your hair,
The looking glass smashed to shards,
And no-one else was there,
Tell the truth,
Say it plain,
There’s not a jury in the land would clear your name
We’ve heard the accusations,
We’ve heard the counter claims
No matter what you say, your guilt is plain
Your honour what you’ve heard here,
It makes a saucy tale
The truth is I’m not a saint,
My good intentions fail,
On the night in question,
I was on the train it’s true,
But not in the lady’s cabin, Past the hour of two,
Don’t believe the things they say
Don’t believe the deeds attached to my good name
Your honour what you’ve heard here,
A travesty, a joke
I’m honest as a summer day is long, I’m honest as a summer day is long.
Come read the latest news of the villain Seven Bells,
Murder on the locomotive, a journey straight through hell,
Three shots fired and one shot struck, pistol to the head,
The only alibi that could get him off free from a witness who has fled
A criminal who claims that he has changed the way he lives,
Previous convictions of the kind you don’t forgive
Says he met the lady for an honest tete tete
Left her in her rooms before the hideous event.
Come read the latest tale of a twisted murderer
Innocent girl shot to death just because she turned him down
Pay no mind to his stories or his wicked lies,
The only path to justice: Seven Bells Dies
You’ve heard the sordid details, You’ve heard the saga through,
The evidence presented, The verdict’s up to you
A woman left for dead, on crowded midnight train
the killer fled into the night, But we all know who’s to blame
So say it right and say it true, Guilty is the verdict you must choose
We’ve heard the accusations, We’ve heard the counter claims
Now Seven Bells has got a price to pay, Seven bells has got a price to pay.
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Men Of The World
07:14
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Went to sea in a sieve or say they say
Where the devil fish roll in the boiling waves
Coming home is such sweet joy
Coming home a man, the boys that went to sea stayed away
Went to sea,
Sharpening a blade
There were serpents to hunt, there were monsters there
And the black waves rolling in
Come to drown and come to sink
Oily graves for us all
We’re men of the world,
But is this the world that we were men of?
Oh how it’s changed
has nothing stayed the same?
As if we could tell.
As if we could see what time had wrought
The scales on our eyes
In our minds
Islands in the dark
Islands in the blue sea
Islands in the dark
Islands in the blue sea
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So Far From The Shore
08:56
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Maybe the stars that come out now are the ones that smile on us and guide us home
If that's case put your sunshades on, pull the shutters down we won't see them
Drink the sea water, dive down taste, it's fresh deeper down below, below the keel
And the sirens sing with each lapping wave, we're driftwood, sunbaked salt and burning tongues
So far from the shore,
from the place we used to call our hearth, our home
We'd sleep and we'd dream and the monsters found they couldn't roar
So far from the shore
From the warm embrace of the all our families
We'd drink and we'd sing and our songs would rise up with the sun
This device that we use to map our way, gathered dust and rust, it clinks and clanks at night
Makes a fine sound as we throw it out to sink to swim to find it's own way home
Have the mermaid's come do they sing to us, with their sweet and rotting fishy lullabies?
Tie me to the mast again and we'll dive into the belly of the beast!
Thirst is just dim memory
There are scales beneath my skin
Don't want to the be the last man overboard
Wet my gills and slip away
Oh oh oh....
So far from the shore,
from the place we used to call our hearth, our home
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Seven Bells Redeemed
20:21
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I. Flight from Blackwater
II. Find Your Gods in alleyways
You have to find a way, that's what you do
There's no path written out in front of you
You have to find a way you surely do
There's no path written out in front of you
You can find your gods in alleyways
On every single street
You can find a saviour anywhere
And there's a thousand left to meet
You can find your gods in alleyways
Or amongst the river mud
You can choose to hear or turn away
We all do what we must
Someone finally came for me
At Blackwater's rough edge
Someone finally came for
Could have left me drowning
Someone finally came for me
And damned me still to live
III. Hope for the Damned
Started out with little gifts
Pennies to beggars
Finger on his lips
Don't say a word
Don't say it's me
Don't know my name
You didn't see
And oh oh is there no hope for the damned?
Oh oh is this man, all I am
Who will help
Seven bells?
Rumours started
Dismissed as lies
Seven bells redeemed
Seven bells retired
Donations given
ALms for the poor
Ill-gotten gains
What else are they for?
And oh oh is there no hope for the damned?
Oh oh is this man, all I am
Who will help
Seven bells?
IV. Murderer
Murderer, you're gonna die the way you lived
Murderer, You're gonna pay for all your sins
Tell us where
Tell us where the last one is
Criminal, the trail of hurt you've behind
Criminal, there's no salvation for your kind
Tell us where,
Tell us where the last one is
Murderer, oh murderer, you're going to hell where you belong
Your bloody hands, Your bloody soul
The empty space where once your heart was
Never free, we'll follow you until you're dead
Never free, we'll hound you every step you tread
Tell us where,
Tell us where the last one is
Murderer, oh murderer, you're going to hell where you belong
Your bloody hands, Your bloody soul
The empty space where once your heart was
V. Breath slow
Breath slow, let go, only one little step left to take
Promised, Promised, only one little chance to be saved
Rumours started
Dismissed as lies
Seven bells redeemed
Seven bells retired
Donations given
Alms for the poor
Ill-gotten gains
What else are they for?
"For those who'd repent,
For those who would change
Know that the liar can never be saved
We've all got our pride we've all got past"
Let these things go
VI. Clamouring Crowds
VII. The Papers Say
Poor Thing Saved From the Cold Night
Young Girl all right, now rich
Strangers sudden gift in the night
Just one in a series of small gifts
Gifts are given dole out to the poor
Criminals dumped at the courthouse door
Whirlwind of kindness and good
Past wrongs made right made pure
Parents of dead child woken
Taken to young boys lost grave
Seven Bells steps out to confess
Will this help to ensure a soul saved
He told us where the last one is
He told us where the last one is
He told us where the last one is
VIII. Seven Bells John Confesses All Instrumental - Contemplates theme
IX. Gods in Alleyways
You can find your gods in Alleyways
Or in the river mud
There's thousand lies to tell yourself
To wash away the blood
Something finally came to me
After years of dark and filth
I'll say it plain, and tell it true
The only option, the only thing to do
You've heard me called a monster
And you've heard me called a saint
But there's one word for criminals like me
Murderer
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Tom Slatter London
A latter-day Victorian street-theatre barker with a guitar promising tales of mystery, imagination, ‘orrible murders and bloody great waving tentacles’ is how Tom Slatter has been described. Since 2010 he has been scaring audiences with six albums and numerous EPs of storytelling songs. ... more
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