Grotto of the Wired

Cover art Š2010 Cally Anne 'Twinklestah' Highfield.

All songs written by I. Key except 'Baby Lemonade', which was originally written by Syd Barrett.
Lead guitar on 'City' by Jussi Jokinen.
Vocalisations on 'Could Never Have' by Dan Harris.

Silver

On the edge of a barren world
A penultimate truth reveals
Noone can stare into another's pain
And what we know and what we care is silver

It is not a slave or a baby pet
Noone could see I lost my best friend
Known for a million years of sharing pain
Now we don't know now we can't but shiver

On the edge of a triumph seizure
Maybe my friend was the master
Noone else could be so under power
And what we know and what we care is silver

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That's How You Learn to be a Man

You don't get beads for taking off your mind
You won't live forever if you die
The kicks in the head will all be worthwhile
In the end some day some time

Cause that's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man

You don't get beat up with an iron mind
They cannot kill you if you cannot die
The kicks in the head will all be worthwhile
In the end some day some time

Cause that's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man

They cannot hurt you
No they cannot hurt you
And what cannot hurt you cannot

Cause that's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man
That's how you learn to be a man

They cannot hurt you
No they cannot hurt you
And what cannot hurt you cannot

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City

In this lonely land
It's the first and the last
City will not be eclipsed
I ask you to be quiet

The bear speaks, the bear moves

In City we kill by a nod
And we rise again by a touch
The sky and face uneclipsed
I ask you to be quiet

The bear speaks, the bear moves

The bear speaks, the bear moves

"I'm always saddest when a sad man dies
It's like he's never gotten a chance
As for me I have survived but I may have died"

And if it falls down
As long as all the land goes
We'll be all right

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The Snow Settles on a Mime

(Instrumental)

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A Place to Go

Now that I'm in your brain
You can see things my way
On a scale from nice to great
This one ranks adequate

And the place that I call my home
Is so far from where I was born
There's noone to blame but my own self
It's just a bit cold

It's just a way of life
It's just a way of life
To take another's life

I'm stuck in a traffic jam
And no problem could ever compare
I've got noone..

Now I won't say my goodbyes
'cause baby those are trivial lies
The friends I had when I was young
I knew they wouldn't last

It's just a way of life
It's just a way of life
To take another's life

I'm sitting down in a bar in the north
And all they ever talk about here is the fucking cold
And when there's no place left to go
The sky's within my reach

Now that I'm in your brain
You can finally see things my way
On a scale from nice to great
This one ranks the very best

And it's just a place to go..

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Inside the Magician's Chamber

Speaking the words
That awaken us
Eyes round watching
Duplicating thus we see

Lissome spirals
All paper and ink
Listening passion
The artist's will create

We see the cloak
We know the cards
The maple the oak
We know it all

Believe the cats
For they who know the craft
Reveal to me the end
And you will get your chance

Frankly Frankenstein
You don't seem that troubled
We'll intertwine
Become the lovers at heart

Thinking before we
Can do anything
We must first invent how it feels
Tomorrow you will quit your job

We see the cloak
We know the cards
The maple the oak
We know it all

Believe the cats
For they know the craft
Stir the ends
The parts surpassed

You will get your chance..

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Travelers of the Westlands

The travelers of the westlands
You killed them with your pain-free sentiments
And is there a throne left to succeed?
If you ask me we're already pretenders

And I don't need a sword
I've got a manifesto

I'm thinking with explosives all around
The're nightstores still open with lesser life
I'm making up for this love affair all of my life
'till there's no more left to marry a wife

And I don't need a sword
I've got a manifesto

The new people of the westlands
They have built the biggest time machines
If you like you can look at the one I've got on my pants
It's a love-shaped keychain bigger on the inside

Now everybody's always leaving
They don't know why they bothered to show up
This is the saddest party I ever went
They'll smile with a smug knowing laugh and die

And I don't need a sword
I've got a manifesto
And I don't need a sword
I've got a manifesto

Yeah you people of the westlands
You send forth your soulless hounds to taste my flesh
I can take you all with empty hands

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Give it Up

I give it up
Trailing a life of infamy
I'll give it all away
Trade it for a working day

The factory's open
When the wristclock man says ten
I'll give you my card
'You can call me if you can'

I size them up
He's no Kirk but he can kick my ass
I'll do your math
The dishes on my rent

I mix it up
Play some disco in my box
But I can give you up
Trade you for another man

These are not my CD's
No these are not my CD's
I don't even like AC/DC
There's too much screaming.. from the office

And all the while I'm on your clock
I heard someone rap on that once
He called the song 'Rolling up Coins'
As he wailed on the keyboard

I give it up
In the light of the holidays
I'll give it all away
Trade it for a drinking day

Now it's all too much
They say control is the worst escape
I give it up
All the stars I wish away

And if you tell me what you really believe
Well I wouldn't believe
But if I'd tell you what I really believe
You'd laugh cry and call me a freak

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All Roads Lead to Space

Sixteen chords and a cloud of dust
The queen's mighty throne asiege
They're the ones more equal than the others
Vicars plot secrets to reveal

And Ra is Sol children with no soul
The queen is dead and the dead are clean
The hidden arcade with clue sextants

All roads lead to space
All roads lead to space

Revolutions going up in dust
Servants revolt and don't know why
Convoluted steel guitars of rust
Serve destroy the Saturn tyrants

And Ra is Sol children with no soul
The queen is dead so praise the queen
The hidden arcade with clue sextants

All roads lead to space
All roads lead to space

The atmosphere of the house of peers
Is not for everyone
The atmosphere of the house of peers
Is not for everyone

See a rock falling down?
See a rock falling down?

Sixteen chords and a cloud of dust
The queen's mighty throne asiege
Convoluted steel guitars of rust
Serve destroy the Saturn tyrants

And death's a star the sky's coming down
Prophet agents murdering laymen
Prove yourselves with calendars and leather

All roads lead to space.. (Sixteen chords and a cloud of dust)

Sixteen chords and a cloud of dust.. (All roads lead to space)
[dlrow lufituaeb a in er'eW
lla ew dna seman dog htiW
dnuora suseJ fo tib a yrraC
nedrub yltsahg a hcus s'ti kcen ruO

srettug eht nwod og I
seman on evah ecim eht erehW
sllab rieht ffo ekat I
dnats elttil a no meht tup dnA]

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Putting a Rabbit into the Hat

Putting a rabbit into the hat..

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Baby Lemonade
(Originally written by Syd Barrett.)

In the sad town
Cold iron hands clap
The party of clowns outside
Rain falls in grey far away

Please, please, baby lemonade

In the evening
Sun going down when
The earth streams in in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost

Please, please, baby lemonade

I'm screaming
I met you this way
You're nice to me like ice
In the clock they sent
Through a washing machine
Come around, make it soon, so alone

Please, please, baby lemonade

In the sad town
Cold iron hands clap
The party of clowns outside
Rain falls in grey far away

Please, please, baby lemonade

In the evening
Sun going down when
The earth streams in in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost

Please, please, baby lemonade

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Could Never Have

(Secret messages in the wind that are hard to transcribe.)

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Lyrics noted as being someone else's work are copyrighted appropriately, probably.
Original content Š1996-2011 Ian Key.