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1.
I Hear Drums 03:24
They’re not police, I heard him say They’re men of guitar, they’re okay, (he said.) Is it the skin? Is it the car? If they want to kill us, we’ll have to drive far, (get away) Every time I’m in this town I see the hate, it brings me down But I hear drums! I hear drums! The future’s bleak, and the past is dead Sirens and screaming fill my head Her son’s been stabbed, she’s seventy-five The shebeen turned on him, and she’s still alive, (so sad) But no one cries, it was the third that night the ambulance took him, just another fight (too bad). Every time I’m in this town I see the hate, it brings me down But I hear drums! I hear drums! Just a bed and a stove, no windows here The air is stale, the cupboard's bare, no food You can try to be human, and lose it bit by bit to flies on a donkey carcass, and the smell of shit Hope on his knees, Hope struggles and stands, and life goes on, while there’s strength in his hands, still strength Every time I’m in this town I see the hate, it brings me down But I hear drums! But I hear drums! I hear drums!
2.
What, Love?...I'm not some charlatan. And I'd be one if I said 'Yeah. Of course – you suggest so I guarantee all and eternity.' No - I cannot give you space and time. Only the worst beguiler would make to flaunt such power. Exactly how would I give you space and time?! As could this notional liar – I can deliver mere parts: The finite span of my life; the environs of my heart. That kind of question begs this kind of answer. The suggestion merits the retort: I cannot give you space and time.
3.
Blood 03:04
Onto the rock a mother gives birth the red blood of her life stains this earth a gift from our gods, the voice of the beat as drums call the rain to battle the heat A calling cry flies through the valleys a calling cry the blood's run dry In madness and panic we stab at the sands but the red that we find is the blood on our hands we dig throught the night and toil through the day in search of the earth the gods took away In a cave hyhenas barking In a cave the blood is found the rain in the distance follows our drums the beat strikes like lighting birds as the rain comes it washes the rock where our mothers once bled and blood flows in rivers which stain the earth red a thunder of wings as the sky turns blood red the reply of our drums, the beat in our heads our feet and our hands the colour of earth the ocre, the iron, the taste of rebirth A river dry is death's own alley A river dry as mother's cry the rain in the distance follows our drums the beat strikes like lighting birds as the rains comes it washes the rock where our mothers once bled and blood flows in rivers which stain the earth red Blood on my hands on my body and face Beating of blood in our hearts, in our veins We cover the earth we track different mud We all look the same when we're covered in blood
4.
Heat 05:23
Words & Music by Brett Lock
5.
In this fiction, I have learned to be comfortable An amalgamate of ink and triumphant will In icy solitude, I fortify my soul And this comic universe defines my role But when they come for me I won’t be found They’ll call out Superman! Superman Superman is not around And is it any wonder I can’t stand the pain I’ve seen my world explode Again, and again. I gave my heart away today for free I played my part, my oath to humanity I am a man of steel, and you steal from me but I don’t care anymore, I’m empty And when they come for me... Every alien soon knows the deal And I’ve let circumspection make me scared to feel My body is armour and I’m faster than light But now I wish I was someone else tonight. [Solo] I just wanted to be your hero So here I am, and well there you go. Look up in the sky, it is Superman Gazing down at you as only he can Tears of rage, tears scarcely sane Falling down on you like super rain.
6.
Fight 02:28
I was standing by the sink washing plates with contented ease. She was beside me, fretting as I cleaned. It's possible she was fighting – nay – probable. But I wasn't fighting. I never fought. I'll never know. His keys clicked and scraped the lock. There'll be a clatter, now, of feet. A little boy racing to the door. There was a short note, was all. 'I can't live like this'. He took it without fighting. The errors had been his. The men fell out of touch. Six years to the month. A void stuffed latterly with old affront. No fight in them, in I or him: just spite and puzzlement. I want more – god, so much more than this covenant.
7.
Hello 05:39
Hello, it’s only me and I just called to say I’m sorry I didn’t mean what I said Sometimes I lose my head and I’m so ashamed. It’s so hard to keep a grip on things When everything above here is coming down Stuttered information So much to be explained Too many clues That I love you (so much) It fizzles in my brain and cannot be concealed There’s too much information. To my consternation, there’s too much information To my consternation… I ache. This silent night waits to be shattered with issues of life to wet my dreams no hopes for better all boxed or battered these images i know what they mean It’s so hard to keep a grip on things When everything above here is coming down You tease out information you say I’ve made it plain You miss the clues That I love you (so much) There’s a chill before the rain You can’t help but feel With so much information. To my frustration, , there’s too much information To my frustration, I ache So hello It’s only me And I just called to say I’m sorry I didn’t mean what I said I didn’t what I said It is only me It is only me.
8.
Hearing airhorns, vuvuzelas, houses emptied for miles around. The sound of exhaled breath dragging in the throat. Sounds of braying crowds. Does it need voicing? 'The winner will win. Now the winner will win.' Never felt such heaviness. Such incessant, tireless weight. Sometimes it is what it is. Sometimes it is what it is. Sometimes there aren't any factors, vectors, choices. Can smell breath, carping, honking, whistling... Hear them: 'Sometime, the winner will win. Will win.' No shit. Sounds of breathing. The sounds of breathing. The sound of breathing. What a stale stench. What intransigence. This body should have been pulped and the mind gone. Gone. Have barely felt such heaviness. Such incessant, tireless weight. Have never felt such willingness. They think the winner would win.
9.
We have come to this place of gathering My demons, my ghosts and me There’s been unrest for a hundred years in my foundation, my history The first strike was from my father’s hands cold and cracked from the factory colder than steel, colder than his eyes and our lies with no history You're on a train maybe it’s the middle of the night you find yourself travelling a window on your pain you feel your mind unravelling At first sight of you in a magazine I wet my pants and I fell in love With a splash adrift in a sea of change just as the waters got rough I was born in the summer of love My demons and my ghosts and me of blood and sweat and salty tears given life with no history You’re on a train.... The ghost of my brother came round last night he said ‘trade places with me’ I am trapped some place and ironically you are not where you want to be. I had all the world could offer me my body and my mind were strong but look at you, you’ve got nothing at all somewhere, something’s gone wrong. You’re on a train it’s the middle of the night you’re wide awake and shaking you’ve been travelling so long you’ve no idea how long this trip is taking You feel your mind unravelling
10.
Rest 02:44
Lucia and Paola's faces, gentle grimaces. 'We may or may not save your father, but nonetheless can lift him. For so long you've been praying. Rest and leave us with him.' She paid them by the month. Her father ebbed. 'A prayer is like a song. Anyone can sing a song and raise the atmosphere. You can sing “thanks to the sun”, feel the warmth and the cheer. Now, say, Billie Holiday – she sings “thanks to the sun” and the light bends down to hear. Think of it like that. Conceive that prayer - Fuller, subtler, darker, brighter. Yes?' 'Yes.' 'A carpenter will make crosses – tokens, yes, but to the good. Monthly they'll go to Sister Mary of the Cross – who'll bless the wood...' '...I know he's a good man and he'll get the best.' '...Those with us in Conservano will, day and night, raise a rabble – fuller, subtler, darker, brighter. While you...you rest.'
11.
The Tide 01:58
Finding the grave of my father Was harder than I thought it could be My sister scattered his ashes in fright And the river carried him out to sea. There was no time for him to say Goodbye to me. Death, when you find me Take pity on my bones Carry me away the very same way First by the river, then by the sea Let the tide carry me Let the tide take me
12.
Perfect peace is born and then is torn away as the tourniquet is tightened around my soul and though I'm missing you, I could never say without some strange display on my face that I love you, but what's the difference if I do what's the difference if I do There's nothing more to say at the end of the day as I go and lay in darkness I am alone and though I'm missing you, I can never hide that feeling inside of my gut that I love you but what's the difference if I do what's the difference if I do We watch the sadness die as it is worn away as we make a play for despair or some control and though feelings change you can never tell if it's going well or if something still remains or if you're insane to love the way you do. to love the way you do love the way you do love the way you do what's the difference if I do

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Rest a while with The Sighs of Monsters.

Lie on your back. Stare at the ceiling. Turn up the volume.

Sink into the dark interior of your mind where half-forgotten, half-suppressed emotions lie in wait like a beast conjured of childhood joys and fears. Let beautiful lies soothe your savage heart.

Or, get up and dance as if the rain will never return unless you make it, RIGHT NOW.

Let Lie reach out and pull you towards it.

This is how music touches us. These are the cries of life, death and rebirth: the vivid kaleidoscope of sound and fury of The Sighs of Monsters.

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released January 1, 2017

The Sighs of Monsters are: Dean Sobers, Brett Lock, Chris Houston, and David Toube. All music arranged and produced by The Sighs of Monsters.

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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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