Born With Masks And Bred To Lie

by Tim Hawthorn

I've got to break out of this shell And find a way for me to stay alive There's so much more I've got to learn If I can help this planet to survive Like why you make the air you breathe So full of dirt and poison Let your leaders tread on you And tie your planet up in confusion Help me please, I need someone Help me please, hear my song Help me please, I need a clue Help me please, because I need someone to help me through I think that I have found a way To free me from the sentence of this tragedy Fate has laid across my path A source of cups of tea and friendly empathy They seem to have a fair idea Of things I need to help me in my plight Their ways are rather primitive But I think that hey can help me in my fight I've found an answer to my problems That should keep me going for a few days I know it's rather basic but at least There's some protection in this disguise I could repair my eggshell Just to have some means to get around Galactic laws or not I must help the people Living on this world I've found
All her neighbours are out to get her She'll phone the Embassy or maybe write a letter Her own doctor's tried to put her away And all her neighbours just shake their heads And say: Mad Mary, you've got it all wrong The institution's where you belong Mad Mary you're all screwed up So busy accusing, why don't you shut up! There are loads of bills that she'll never pay Because she is a citizen of the US of A They came and locked her in a prison cell You can bet she'll give the man in the Embassy hell! They use her garden as a rubbish tip They think she's on vacation in the land of flip They think she's raving but she only takes the piss When she stands at her front door and shouts "Anyone for tennis?"
When I was at school My teacher taught me how to write in a major key One, Four, Five It's so good to be half alive When I was at school My teacher taught me all about the LCD Divide and rule So I decided to become a fool When I was at school I used to watch people carry plastic bags to and fro And I used to think And I used to wonder, where do they go? I'd watch the people on TV And I would wonder too If they were just actors Or if they were real like me and you Did they ever notice Or were they just the same Or am I the only actor In this most peculiar game?
When you asked me if I loved you I could never tell But I did what I was meant to And I said that I loved you as well But I never really knew Cos I couldn't feel a thing O Alison ... I read you fairytales And you showed me your flowers We thought that it would never end But it went on for hours And I'll never stop loving you ... Then I left you for another girl And she tried to push my body through the wall And she bent me up Like one of her junk market rings But it never really hurt Cos I couldn't feel a thing ... And I'll never stop loving you Even if you can't bear to see my face And I'll never stop loving anyone This my joy and my disgrace And here I sit with nothing but the shadows To keep me company ...
Concrete slabs all fill the air No-one even seems to care To change the things that pull them down If you try to fight they just sit and frown In Sleepy Town ... No-one seems to know what to do Everyone's just passing through No-one ever seems to have the time They say "I don't care, I'm doing fine Till I leave Sleepy Town." Everyone accepts the lies The social chains and mental ties To other slaves they place the blame And praise the makers of their pain In Sleepy Town Empty blocks of new prestige Wait for the new computer age Thousands still can't make ends meet And statistics all they're given to eat In Sleepy Town, Lay down. Keep your nose to the grindstone Don't take any notice Keep your head down Mind your own business ...
Ten past eight I catch the train Takes me into town again Take some time to clear my head Wonder why I didn't stay in bed Take the cab to my resting place A grey tombstone without a face Rising through the clouds so high Encroaching on heaven above the sky Feeding pigeons in the park The hours drag on until it's dark Walk past work to pass the time Tell old friends that I'm doing fine Watch a film in the afternoon Charing Cross at 6pm Back to family at home Still can't tell them that he jobs have gone.
Watcha gonna do when the sky falls in And the world don't seem so welcoming? You fill your face with so much crap And too many reasons why you can't give it up You wonder why you're a nervous wreck When you're living on coffee and cigarettes You give service with a twisted lip Make love with a twisted hip Spend all day at the bedroom mirror Destroying more ozone with every persona Beneath it all there's a thread that binds us In the deep dark depths it finds us Down in the cave in the back of our minds Show me all that I can understand Oh baby lets snuggle up in my bed Pull the covers overhead, never stop until we're dead And forget about everything
It was my twenty-third healing crisis I thought you were a priestess of Isis I wanted to tear breakfast cereal packets You wanted to play tennis with racquets You drank wine, I drank Valerian tea I thought it was all a play written for me I bought you sheets of raffia gauze But you said "Wait a minute!" A pause For thought, Pete's Mafia clause And the thirteenth grail chalice upturned on the floor Winter passed and summer met Again you paused for thought, but couldn't recollect Maybe you were really a priestess of Sekhmet I was Jesus, Arthur, Merlin too You were Mary Magdalene saying we were through I was the devil's advocate starting another fashion You were my succubus, stealing fruitless passion You were my broken cup, the teapot on your lap You couldn't get away fast enough, your temper had to snap You said you couldn't listen to any more of my crap I was the Third Reich, burning into hell One flew over the cuckoo's nest and shat on it as well I was twenty-three, snaggeroo and starting to smell
Many things about you have a way to wind me up But there's so many other things that I quite like Many things just slip like water from my back But there's one thing that I just can't hack Jealousy, seeps into open wounds like poison Jealousy, tearing us apart for no reason Jealousy, it's a waste of time Jealousy, you have yours and I'll have mine So much time I spent when I feel fine Then I start to wonder if you're having a much better time I try to reason and accept my fate But that's not quite so easy when your stomach's full of hate
Your face, of a kind, is etched in my mind; or maybe that's my illusion Can you hear me when I speak in the dark, or am I just compounding my confusion? So many expectations, so little time, so many rumours on the grapevine Sometimes I feel like I'm asking for more than my fair share, but I want more ... And people say I should know my place, they say you keep a dagger just beneath the surface And people say that I should beware, but I'd rather be in pain than in blank despair And the pathways through my skull you carve I'll hold up proud like battle scars Maybe if I get you out of my mind, you'll come walking round the corner feeling similarly inclined Maybe it's just infatuation, maybe the intensity of the situation Maybe I've got ideas above my station You make me nervous, can't you see me shaking? Maybe it's just fascination, I want to know where you get your determination Should I take the twinkle in your eye as a sign of your intention? You make me nervous with anticipation People say that you're not my kind, you'd wind me up when I want to unwind But I've got this idea stuck in my mind You make me nervous and it feels so fine
There's a young traveller that everyone knows With bells round her ankle and a ring through her nose She rolls up a Rizla of dubious kind And settles back comfortably to blow her mind And if you look carefully you'll see her stare For she can see things that make others too scared She looks in the darkness and picks out the sparks That give her the courage to make a new start She rides on the horses with backs that are bare With a tear in her eyes and dreads in her hair She'll lean on the stable door till it won't hold She knows you can't make her and she won't be told Away with the wild women, all on the run She won't pay the Poll Tax, left Dad with her son She dreams of a lifestyle where everything's free And sits by the fireside to tell her story There's a white horse that my grandmother knows Who rides on the hilltop yet nowhere she goes And down by the sea she comes in with the foam Bringing proud Celtic warriors in on the storm And if you look carefully you'll see her there For she's the protectress of all who take care Take care of the forests and dark dingly dells Where dwell the secrets that keep this world well.
Down in the hollow hills there's strange kind of still There's a man who's playing his part in the universal will He's looking for the secret to guide the rest of the known world But when he asks his price he knows it cannot be sold Down in the hollow hills there's a treasure of memory And there on the hillsides our footsteps sing out an old melody You can hear in the whispers the wind and its high ancient harmony They're singing the song of our souls and our long distant family Down in the hollow hills there's a message there still The hunter she sniffs on the breeze for a scent of her kill She's hunting for justice, her quarry is truth But her price has gone down quite a bit since the days of her youth
Metal box, knees knock No light, no breath Corridor's length, tobacco stench No-one smiles, never see the sky No-one stops to wonder why Motor charge, motor charge Alien chassis looming large Headlights dazzle, windscreen slice Tarmac wet, shines like ice Skin like paper, flesh like bone Someone's daddy didn't make it home Slow decay, slow decay Never see the light of day Zombie trees just wither away Shuffle past, got nothing to say There is no way out of this picture At the bottom of the staircase there is nothing but a wall At the end of the river there is nothing but a fall That road don't lead nowhere and the sun it never sets Those people aren't relaxing, they're just sitting there depressed
We must have dreamed this all up the last time we were here The high-rise blocks the streets of fear The science-fiction fantasy, brave new world Everyone is equal and up to be sold High heeled Dionysus comes to purge us of our sins And Fohat whispers secrets on the breath of the North Wind The ancients of Lemuria have put us in a trance And now the devil's asking if we'd like to join the dance I saw a man on a TV screen; he lived and died and left nothing in between I heard your voice as I fell asleep; the words don't make the sense I keep These days it doesn't even happen in films; love burns in waste bins And we shall dictate what you love and hate and call it fashion Mr Atkins 1930s, down-town Maine had a dream to make the world great again Building towns up to the sky; metal veins to ride and aerial spies Ain't it funny how our dreams grow? Only sometimes I don't want to laugh I know sometimes that it's just so with the best of intentions we built the reichstag
There's too much pain in everyone's lives Too many secrets and too many lies There's too much fear and not enough honesty I want more than this for you and me I want more than the sweet taste of your lips I want more than the promise of your kiss I want more than a tantalising memory I want more than this There's too much choosing out of someone else's lists Too much time spent dreaming of what if There's too many people facing barrels of a gun I want more than this for everyone I get so depressed I can't be bothered to scream I wonder if this is another bad dream Too much time I spend just wishing you were here Too much time I spend just wanting you
I was trying to squeeze through the crack in the wall To escape from the family's gallery hall You picked me up from the holes in the floor And instructed me kindly on use of the door You would have been a sweet blushing bride But how could you handle my Jekyll and Hyde? When the clouds in my memory begin to swirl I will never forget you Avocado Girl I showed you my demons but you just smiled and said That it could be much worse we could all have been dead And when the storm gathers you just start to sing And gave to me shelter under you wing What can I do, how can I explain Loving you was not an aimless game All I have left is this one small refrain You made me whole again
We've been talking between the lines for several nights And nothing that I've tried to say has come out right I know I could be wrong but I hope to God I'm not For some strange reason I can't seem to give up hope Oh baby now you've blown me away I've tried to sing this song now so many times And I can't even tell if it reasons or it rhymes I thought I felt this way so often before That I don't know how I can be sure So come and get me, I'm still waiting Don't forget me, my mind is misbehaving Well you seemed to be saying that you don;t want to know So I had to stop pushing and I had to let you go But the feelings I get whenever I see you Just won't leave me alone, tell me what am I to do? And it all seems so corny and it all seems so true But how can I explain how I feel since I met you? Some say it's blessed and some say it's blind And some say it's an aberration ofthe mind


Quirky, semi-autobiographical collection of early demos from the early 90s. Variable sound quality.


released May 23, 1992


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Tim Hawthorn Glastonbury, UK

Singer - songwriter
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Silver on the Tree
Avalonian Free State Choir
Invisible Opera
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The Archetypes

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