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The Mean Seeds Of Yield

by Paul Liddell

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1.
LITTLE RIVERS There was a man who / Stood in many places Walked on many roads / Looked on many faces But never knew the names / Behind the many faces And in the many places / He stood alone And for the man who / Stood in many places It seemed that time stood still / And for good or ill He bore the pain of changes / A stoic cold and still His mantra left unsaid / Repeated in his head Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh And while the man he / Travelled many roads The giant steps of others / Of greater means and stride Wearing younger faces / Wearing cleaner clothes Seeking kingdoms greater / Travelled wider roads And the man was lost from sight / In the shadow of their stride But the man who stood alone / Turned aside from ways so wide And sought the nameless faces / To bless with shining eyes Ringing ears and joy / While whispering the mantra in his mind Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh And then the man who / Blessed the nameless faces Learned the names of places / At the end of roads And watched his shadow grow / Deep wide and tall And an understanding came / Concerning roads Roads can lead to places / As yet unknown But roads can also lead the way back home The man repeats his mantra / Holds it like a beacon bright Following his feet while whispering the mantra in his mind Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh
2.
TOO MUCH TALK I’ve been following my feet / To escape my milieu And faces shining on a screen / The little people chasing hopeless dreams The planet Earth is full of noise / In every house, in every home You can’t escape the shouting voice / Or what it’s telling you It calls you on your mobile phone / You’re hounded by the ringtone You’re never really left alone / Its claws are in to you And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk In the world of a modern man No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling The world can make you feel like disappearing Bells and whistles follow every step The tracksuit in the bus-stop sending text after text While screens that flicker fill each window-pane Each a soulless vacuum with its hollow fame And the world of man is full of noise / In every house, in every home So you cannot hear the little voice / When it speaks to you There comes a point in every life / A moment when you realise The world you used to recognise / Holds no place for you And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk In the world of a modern man No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling The world can make you feel like disappearing
3.
Heartbeat 03:44
HEARTBEAT I was surprised on the day I died The last thing on my mind that day in ‘55 Was twisting off my neck I hope she’s satisfied that I died I’m the real deal of sleaze and I deserve my fate Because I fell in love My head was full of her heartbeat I lived my life as a carnivore I’m the same in death as I was before in life Sweeping morsels off their feet I delighted playing games I lived my life for the look of shame in a woman’s eyes So to my surprise My head’s still full of her heartbeat Now it’s your life I seek to save By sending a message from beyond my grave Please beware the lure of love Ignore it at your peril Or grab your neck and twist It’s a better way to die If you’re a man as I am Love is why My head’s still full of her heartbeat
4.
SMALL BEGINNINGS Years are stacked like leaves of paper Rows of letters tied together Days remembered fill each chapter Ink and paper / Forever after I put our book up on a shelf While I became somebody else But now it’s open again I don’t want to close it I had missed you I just didn’t know it It’s there to see for those who read in-between the lines That you care for me Make no judgement by the cover Because this book is not like the others Although it comes from small beginnings This book is not yet finished It’s there to see for those who read in-between the lines That I care for you too
5.
TORN PADDED CHENILLE I wonder what’s my motivation / I know I sometimes go too far I’ve worn the varnish off this bar / My liver’s pickled in a jar Hearing conversations a million miles from silver spoons The world keeps passing by as we sit in this room We are where we revere the real / And the painted smiles peel To reveal the quiet fairground / Where the paint peels on the steel Of the rusted old big wheel I’ll be here / Where the wallpaper peels And leather’s cracking to reveal / Torn padded chenille Travelling without moving / Bones are broken, Rings are lost Words are spoken / Paths are crossed Names are chosen Some are coming some are going / Bridges change their colour Weave in and out of one another / A dance so slow We are where we revere the real / And the painted smiles peel To reveal the quiet fairground / Where the paint peels on the steel Of the rusted old big wheel I’ll be here / Where the wallpaper peels And leather’s cracking to reveal / Torn padded chenille
6.
Wasting Time 03:25
WASTING TIME To slow it down and ease the pace / Is good enough for us To escape the rat-race / Is good enough for us But when we ask if this is really, really / Good enough for us No-one answers And so we take cold comfort in the things that we own We disappear by changing by degrees The meaning in a life walks the edge of a knife We are sick and tired, our tired eyes might look but they don’t see That we’re wasting time To kill some time and fill a space / This is what we want But we don’t do it face to face / Is this what we want? And when we ask if this is really, really / Even what we want That time is missing from our lives When the satisfaction in a life comes from counting your likes Counting clicking fingers shows us how we feel But when we leave we won’t be missed / By those names on that list Because the part of them that they share with us It isn’t even real We’re just wasting time And so we put down roots and then we turn to stone We waste our lives staring at our screens We sit in our homes / Pushing buttons on phones Because the truth is, that unlikely as it seems We’re just wasting time
7.
GOING SOMEWHERE I stepped out my front door / My feet took me to walk / The old familiar streets To look at the pavement / And see the white elephants / Littered at my feet I understand the nature of defeat So I’m going somewhere While I’m going nowhere There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet I’m not looking for something / There’s no destination / No destination I am trying to get lost / To escape the sensation / That I am stuck in a repeat That I am stuck in a repeat So I’m going somewhere While I’m going nowhere There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be But now I recognise the nature of defeat There’s no more talking to the magpies in the street Because it doesn’t matter Too much sugar rots your teeth / My conscience doesn’t bother me Too much sugar rots your teeth / My conscience doesn’t bother me There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet
8.
BUILD ANOTHER CAR PARK Build another car park / Dodge the tax and pay the bills Drown the streets in tarmac / Decorate with rubbish bins Privatise the pavement / Find the cracks and fill them in ‘Til every footstep is forbidden / Hidden echoes of a sin Build another car park / There’s always room for just one more Herd the people through department stores to find the only door To escape the layers of concrete and set foot into a town Which is identical to the others for a hundred miles around Build another car park / Because I still know where I am This town still has some character / Pay to pave it while you can Don’t build homes for folks to live in / Put up stores then close the doors My eyes are tired of seeing pound shops ringed by overflowing bins Build another car park / Burn the Earth and crack the sky Oil the wheels of the machine with tears from God’s unseeing eye Build another car park / Fill up each and every space ‘Til every city is identical to every other fucking place Build another car park / There’s always room for just one more

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released October 7, 2016

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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK

Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more

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