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1.
Ecstasy 02:45
I ran so fast I barely stayed in my shoes With nothing so urgent and no pressing news The dogs yapped, the wind tugged at my hair Against the odds I’d get this kite in the air An upward draft and I’m in ecstasy The fact of flight and I’m in ecstasy. Our souls alone met and then were two My heart was the very least I could give to you A shaft, a gear, a purring synchromesh I smell your sweat, you clutch at my flesh Another thrust and I’m in ecstasy I come inside and I’m in ecstasy And now they’re pumping in the medicine It slows me down, I don’t think I can win The bustle outside goes on and on and on See my dust, suckers, I’m long gone I’m flying now and I’m in ecstasy I fade from view and I’m in ecstasy My love for you is my ecstasy My love remains, it is my ecstasy My love for you is my ecstasy My love remains, it is my ecstasy.
2.
On the morning of the revolution I looked into your eyes As chaos raged around It’s you and and me against the world now You and me, dancing in the street Standing our ground. We ranged across the urban wasteland as the sun begins to rise and nothing made a sound you and me in burning the desert you and me, no fear of defeat with fire in our souls Half a world away from the revolution Lying under alien skies with wonder all around I look at you and sleep contented Still you and me unbowed and complete in each other’s arms
3.
A Good Time 04:52
Her image lasts longer than the scar of a good time or a cut, deep in the flesh of the face at the front line. She takes what you give, she sucks off your guilt ‘til the flowers of expectation dry out and wilt. I went to her room and we talked about my breakdown. I was Hegel, I was Kant, but she saw a clown. La commedia è finita, I started to cry. She took me in her arms and I stopped asking why. I fell in my corner and I tried to resist my small time emotion, her slap on the wrist. I was Rimbaud’s rude poetry to a desperate Verlaine ‘til the stroke of her rebuke cracked the whip again. “Regret nothing you silly boy,” she said with a grin, “You’re a Samuel Spode, not a sexual Solzhenitsyn.” I strutted like a cock from her boudoir to the hall, pecking up my clothes, half blinded like St. Paul. There on the floor were the remains of my last meal and a shredded book of poems she had tried to conceal. The birds clucked and fussed as she saw me to the door. Her final act of cruelty, a kiss, was the last straw.
4.
You think that you know me I think you’ll always be mine Forever and ever One body, one mind But Daniel sometimes I can feel it slip away It’s clouding my judgement And why I can’t say I guess I’m losing trusting you I guess I’m losing trust in you I guess I’m losing trust. In you You sit at my table And you drink my wine Your pour your heart out It spills into mine But Daniel sometimes I can feel it seep away It’s clouding my judgement And why I can’t say I guess I’m losing trusting you I guess I’m losing trust in you I guess I’m losing trust. In you My letters to Daniel Are kept in a box The evidence is that I did not expect a response I came round at midnight I saw the light through your door Then I heard the laughter I couldn’t take anymore Alone in the darkness a flash of silver and pain I run from the garden You betray me again
5.
Give Away 03:53
He has spent a lifetime yearning running from the truth he’s always known standing in her kitchen waiting for the ringing of the telephone Believing that tomorrow’s just as cruel as every other yesterday His love for her was another of the things she would gladly give away She was very good at torching bridges that were built to bring her home standing in the ashes weeping for a life spent mostly on her own not feeling that another’s trust was worth the price that she was asked to pay His love for her was another of the things she would gladly give away In a dream she comes to him and slowly puts her hand upon his thigh telling him she loves him madly and without his love she would rather die But in the morning there’s still dust on the side of their bed where she would lay His love for her was another of the things she would finally give away
6.
Well I was sitting on a rooftop with this good friend of mine We were smoking something strong which made our words all rhyme And we spoke of the state of the land And why birds nest in the sand Of our lawn You always mention that lawn. You always mention that lawn. So I was playing funky guitar with some old man I knew And when he snapped a string I was thinking of you. We spoke of the state of the land And why young couples hold hands Until dawn You always mention the dawn You always mention the dawn. Now we sat up all night thinking of the meaning of love I love you and you love me but that’s not enough So we spoke of the state of the land and why suicides must be planned and you yawned. I’ll always remember that yawn. God, I remember that yawn.
7.
I’ve got to get back to this crazy town To see a good friend of mine To talk of old times, and start some new And take it to the end of the line. Oh Grahamstown fever Comes creeping up on you Your want to start something new but you can’t leave here. I found you sitting in that same sleazy bar You smiled and looked up at me We picked it all up where we left off last And for the rest of the weekend, we had a blast Oh Grahamstown fever Comes creeping up on you Your want to start something new but you can’t leave here. Oh Grahamstown fever Comes creeping up on you Your want to start something new but you can’t leave here.
8.
Boom & Bust 03:25
There was a time I was young and thin I had more hair and a cocky grin Me and my mates would drive around the town Something was up if there was nothing going down Our glory days, the cut, the thrust I’d dust my broom through boom and bust Jim drives an Uber, a software CEO Me? Who knows? I’m always on the go Some people spend their lives tethered to the ground And others tumble down from the hills they’ve climbed Me, I don’t know, as long as I’m bound someplace else, well, I don’t mind Someone passes, and whispers in your ear It’s a ship of fools, there’ll be one less next year the sirens wail, a sailor cries on an ocean becalmed everyone dies Live your life like you sail into the sun Live it hard like there’s more work to be done Who cares how, what will be will be If it slips away, hold on to me.
9.
The Disease 03:18
I woke up early this morning with a noose around my head. I was dead-weight on my pillow, I could not get out of bed. Outside the wind tore into the trees; this must be some disease. I’ve worked hard all my life, and I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t complain, oh no. Do I say it’s not fair? Have I ever asked for a life of ease? This must be some disease. She said “well, now baby what is wrong with you? You can make me so mad, I don’t know what to do. Oh baby listen to me please! This must be some disease!” The only thing certain is death and taxes, And that this world goes round on its axis, Indifferent to you, devoid of any meaning. It was an easy birth, why are you still screaming? I woke up early this morning; I thought I might be dead. The dark clouds through the window, my limbs are made of lead. The Devil’s whisper rasps through the trees. This must be some disease.
10.
Was there ever a cut deeper or more unkind I’m beyond consolation; I’m quite out of my mind Wounded now, I’m winded, I’m blown beyond reason It’s been a long, cold and rough, inhospitable season And I’m drunk with regret, rum-loathing and despair When you said you’d left me crows circled in the sky they could tell without you I was lost and certainly would die Please don’t leave me, baby Please don’t leave me, baby Please stay with me, baby Or I will die. I’m lost and I’m lonely and I don’t even know why Suspended mid-motion not looking a thing in the eye My shoes are like shining uranium, I can see my face in them Reflecting this middle-class hunger, raging inside me again. I’m scared, I am scared, I’m terrified you’re not there When you said you’d left me scavengers circled round to peck at my body before it was buried in the ground. Your promises all were hollow and my hopes in funeral black when a love is lost for sure you’ll never get it back
11.
The Mirror 05:47
And I am a mirror, said my father, Everything you see in me is in you. Don’t turn away from your reflection – My eyes, my nose, my mouth, you have them too. There’s no escaping, it’s flesh and bone, However far you go, you’re coming home. Searching for a new Jerusalem, I danced with the devil and came back again. If anything ever were written in stone It’s that in all directions you’re going home. I am a mirror, said my mother, The light you shine on me will dazzle you. A spitting image of what went before me, And a shade of all that will follow when it’s due. In every heartbreak, and in tribulations, You’ll come to know that what I say is true. Searching for a new Jerusalem, I danced with the devil and came back again. If anything ever were written in stone It’s that in all directions you’re going home. I am a mirror, said my brother Drew, My life and death silhouette in you And what’s more, it all casts a shadow And a fog of fear chokes everything you do. This stuff of nightmare, this misty vision Is not a haze you’re going through. Searching for a new Jerusalem, I danced with the devil and came back again. If anything ever were written in stone It’s that in all directions you’re going home. I am a mirror, the last survivor. There are only echoes left and their sounds decay Where there was life there is nothing but shadows And the reflections of my tears as I walk away I see myself in your window pane; I know I’m never going home again.
12.
The Circus 03:49
There were hooting cars, there were flashes of light As joyful people spilled out into the night “Zip up your coat, it’s getting quite cold” My mom said, and I did what I was told. They say it’s time but I don’t want to go I stand in line watching footprints in the snow The flakes were falling as we made our way Towards to big top, it was Ascension Day “Thank you Jesus for this break from work” My dad said and nudged me with a smirk. Some people take to the flying trapeze Others tame lions all with seeming ease I lived my life while waiting my turn Like Job I believed there was a lesson I’d learn. I am plucked from my seat as the circus roars My shoes dusty with sawdust, I’m deaf from applause The house lights go down, a spotlight’s thrown on me I freeze in terror, as he shines his light on me On the day that I leave this world There’ll be no flash of cannon nor flags unfurled A slow release until I feel no pain And I hear your voice calling out my name. You call my name as I head into the snow You call my name as I head into the snow
13.
As in the myth of Moriah, a father takes his son Along a winding cliff where once walked another one Stoic in his sacrifice, the boy cries out “why, why, why?” The wind takes the ashes, but there is no reply I wrestled with my conscience on a bench on Peniel Hill It could not get the best of me, it could not break my will Instead it broke my silence, instead it touched a nerve I cried like a broken man, I wailed without reserve. There is nothing out there I believe It is our lonely sky, our lonely sky Alone in our ecstasy and grief Below a lonely sky, our lonely sky When I came to know myself, there was a famine in this land But plentiful above were stars, peppered like grains of sand Near Bethel we scattered you like the dust of the earth I stood there like the stone that marked the place of my birth There is nothing out there I believe It is our lonely sky, our lonely sky Alone in our ecstasy and grief Below a lonely sky, our lonely sky If there were a point to this there’d be a god above We’d shine below like angels basking in his love But as it is, all we have is each moment until death We count these off like shekels, more precious with every breath. The stars glance their light off the black sea It’s quiet on the windward and the lee The silence offers answers we reach for with trusting hands The world we know grows smaller as the universe expands. There is nothing out there I believe It is our lonely sky, our lonely sky Alone in our ecstasy and grief Below a lonely sky, our lonely sky

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“And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.”
Fate is indifferent. It is neither unkind nor unjust. Nevertheless, it has left us here to tell you the stories of the dead and the defeated. You will have your own tales, no doubt, which occupy your thoughts at the most unexpected of times, but this is our testimony which we hope to share with you.
Without the dread of grief and death, there cannot be the the ecstasy of joy and innocence unbridled. One holds a mirror to the other. And, be that as it may, we can avoid none of it so let us proceed together. Let us speak of such things.

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released April 15, 2019

Written by Brett Lock and performed by The Sighs of Monsters: Dean Sobers, Brett Lock, Christopher Houston.

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The Sighs of Monsters is a band from London, though none have the same passport. The Sighs of Monsters love albums - the classic albums you can listen to from beginning to end - so that's what they set out to make.

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