1. |
Down by the River
03:45
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Down by the river,
All the fish are swimming by,
Trying to drown the silence in their minds,
They can’t hear it.
Down by the gallows,
People laugh and people cry,
Trying to make the blood rain down from the sky,
They can taste it.
Name the Streets that can’t be name,
Save the souls that can’t be saved,
Ah-ah!
Look at them sleeping,
Restlessly weeping,
They bury themselves in the sand,
Armed with a thought in one raised hand,
Hand.
Name the Streets that can’t be name,
Save the souls that can’t be saved,
Ah-ah!
Name the Streets that can’t be name,
Save the souls that can’t be saved,
Ah-ah!
Down by the river,
All the fish are swimming by,
Trying to kill the life that’s in their eyes,
They don’t mean it.
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2. |
Wasting Away
04:24
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The Sun rises and sets,
Tides ebb and they flow,
In the winter rains stops,
It’s replaced by snow,
And I’m still here waiting,
Praying for love,
For someone or something,
Before I give up.
I’m wasting away,
I’m wasting my days,
How far is too far,
To crawl out in the rain,
I’m lonely and tired,
Of living this way,
Take this weight off my shoulders,
It’s too much to take.
Friends taking off,
Leaving me in the dust,
I’m choking on jealousy,
Losing my trust,
In any sort of reason,
To keep keeping on,
I’m lying in waiting,
For something to go wrong.
I’m wasting away,
I’m wasting my days,
How far is too far,
To crawl out in the rain,
I’m lonely and tired,
Of living this way,
Take this weight of my shoulders,
It’s too much to take.
‘Oooh’
Help me I’m bleeding,
Fix this hollow feeling,
There’s a crack in my skin,
where joy is all leaking,
Pacify, bandage the wounds
I’m receiving,
Give me the will to enjoy,
Something that’s fleeting!
I’m wasting away,
I’m wasting my days,
How far is too far,
To crawl out in the rain,
I’m lonely and tired,
Of living this way,
Take this weight of my shoulders,
It’s too much to take.
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3. |
The Shore
03:37
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Lie awake on the Shore,
To greet the see,
Lie awake and abhore,
Her beauty,
The air so thick it soaks and smothers your sheets,
The pain so great it’s your god given right to weep.
It felt so right,
the way she lay,
under forbidden red light,
He branded your name.
His grip was so tight,
His gaze was so tame,
Taught lay lady lay,
The meaning of shame.
I bleed with disdain,
Neutered with empathy,
Castrated with shame,
Ignorance to bliss,
Is what bliss is to pain,
Shine bright in the spotlight,
Like night in the shade.
Shoot me down,
On your tippy-toes,
You’re a thorn in my side,
And you will be disposed,
I scream for release,
You plead what you know,
I try to forgive,
with all the love in my bones!
I bleed with disdain,
Neutered with empathy,
Shot down in your rage,
Ignorance to bliss,
Is what bliss is to pain,
Shine bright in the spotlight,
Like night in the shade.
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4. |
By the Faded Light
04:53
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Your olive-branch hacked off,
My calloused hands will graft you in,
Eyes so dark the night can’t see,
Your body maimed, you cannot win.
Tied and bound,
Lost never found,
In the nourishing bog,
Of unholy ground,
Unrelenting kindness,
Spent in unrepenting violence,
You were freed.
By the Faded Light,
Of the light that left your eyes
You were ostracised.
The sycamore sank deep,
Into the Earth's muddy embrace,
To the phantom song of fallen birds
That had vanished without a trace.
Fragile lungs heave spectral air,
Hating their future left alive,
Drawing freedom from it’s lips
And all the time,
It can find.
By the Faded Light,
Of the light that left your eyes
You were ostracised.
And when the air is spent,
And the valleys green is red,
And the last of our kind,
Will surely all be dead,
What will you tell yourself,
When you were blind and proud,
Will you mourn and reap the evil sown,
By sorrow’s sore resound.
By the Faded Light,
Of the light that left your eyes
You were ostracised.
And will you find yourself,
When the sky has fallen,
In a nest of ash and shards of glass,
Shored up with brick and mortar,
And will you see yourself,
In the shattered lipstick mirror,
Amongst the ruins of harp and lyre,
And smoking, choking, timbre.
By the Faded Light,
Of the light that left your eyes
You were ostracised.
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5. |
Dawn
07:35
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Cracks in your head fill with light,
The world is a dream of life,
Bliss pours down your fingertips,
Gone in the daylight it vanishes.
You’re told to give up feeling,
Life has no true meaning,
Is it false prayers and wisdom,
You believe in?
Opinions deceiving.
Voices too real to be touched,
They caress your ear,
Disembodied fingers of Love
Crawl up your spine.
My dear, my will is flagging,
Life is death’s tribute to hanging.
You’re force-fed information,
Drawn from the whites of your eyes,
You’re traded truth for penance,
Wrapped in sugar pills sweet disguise.
My dear, my will is flagging,
Life is death’s tribute to hanging.
Break my fall familiar stranger,
Feed me the meaning I scream or,
Tear apart my hollow vision,
Build me up, a child reborn.
My dear, my will is flagging,
Life is death’s tribute to hanging.
Plunge me deep into a frozen river,
Find myself on it’s muddy shores,
Rescue me from human condition,
The cruel disease we all live for
Dry my eyes sweet apparition,
Real to me, as it is to you,
Catch my tears, cutting suspicion,
Wearing love’s bite all too soon.
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Kiran and the Revival Guildford, UK
Evoking stories of David and Goliath, Kiran and the Revival are connecting to an audience with an emotionally charged yet refreshing blend of Blues-Rock built upon spellbinding songwriting and captivating performances.
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