Substitute Sunshine

Zwah's latest music video

Believe something into existence. Discard anything that prevents it from fitting in (goodbye dignity). Hide it behind discounted bottles of Rioja (you never really had any dignity) and those replays in your mind that smoulder like a half-dead cigarette (with crimson stains for effect). Ignore the corners of your eyes. "You said you'd give it a go. Just give it more time." Let it rip you apart as you refuse to acknowledge it.

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Continuum

Lyrics by Phil Byrne (except track 7 by Phil Byrne and Iain Campbell)

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Lyrics

Come with us. Close your eyes. Search for the one that holds you in place...
That prevents potentially embarrassing exposure.
That ties the sharp tongue of the wind.

Search for the holy one...
That tightens under the weight of your imagination.
Gagging your desires. Sewn by the machine.

Search for the button...
Fastening you like a puppet to its master's hand.
You've been stitched up. Your whole life a fabrication.
Break the thread... open the button.

But beware of the pips...
All pips must be disposed of in an orderly and discreet fashion.
Only now in your pip-free environment can you enter the world of the Wah...

A never-ending war against a changing enemy.
The boy who cried wolf, in charge of the economy.
Silently enslaved, labelled black and white.
Watch my hand on the can that I fire at their lies.

It's raining Purple (wake up)

Generation Blank, staring into screens
Pacified, under rule, apologetic screams.
Centres of detention, killing children's dreams
Hooked up on life support, fed by the machine.

She uses magic and laughs at the authorities

This is the house and that's the room.
There was no struggle; left no clues.
Nobody wants to hear the truth
They're on the streets. They're on the move.

Hypnotise and synchronise you
Put in place the cogs they turn to define you
And make the whole world their machine
Are you ready? Pull the plug...

[Shamanic bellowing]

When the swan taps at your door
The walls will fall
The floor disappear
And the petals will call.

Walk into the shadows.
Storm approaching planet Earth.
Generation Indigo

Fly-tipping is the native sport in Bow
Shoplifting is our only shot at gold
Someone's on the track again, Mile End

There are flowers in the road, but the lampposts are gold
Guess the people weren't told this town has been sold

There's something happening to me
Every rucksack is a bomb, every youngster's got a gun
There's something happening to me
Bought questions, screened answers. Legacies for Lords and co (get down)

I'm living where the rats won't go (Plaistow)
I'm living where the kids get lines (of coke)

I'm living in a hole, but since the lampposts turned gold
The rent's gone sky high; kick the mishaps aside

There's something happening to me
Every rucksack is a bomb, every youngster's got a gun
There's something happening to me
Bought questions, screened answers. Bonuses for CEOs

Promises of jobs and gold
Yet the only thing they hold is their heads in their hands
Crawling over the finishing line, long after the race had ended

They're taking the kids down to Bow...
Don't get your girlfriend into trouble, oh no

They're using batons in our streets
Battery-reared teens, labelled enemies of peace
There's something happening to me
Legacies for Lords and co.

Something's died inside of me
Keep them aiming low, fed on chips and stupid flashing logos
There's something happening to me
The phone rings. You're in arrears. The home you owned has disappeared

There's something happening to me
I took a Mickey Mouse degree
The student fees pure fantasy
But Disney won't read my CV

There's something happening to me
Wedded to your new TV
Till death do part you from your seat
You're paid to vomit in the street

There's something happening to me
All my T-shirts fight a cause, if only cotton could end wars
There's something happening to me
She said get down and hide

In the gutter. Feeling gutted. Praying for the 192.
Then I saw you in a package on the road
Made from corn starch, vegetables and non-synthetic glue. Abandoned too. I'm such a fool.

They broke the mould the day you were delivered
The midwife's shock - plain as your cocoa-spotted figure.

There's an angel of chocolate
Sits on top of my radio clock
Watching over, waiting until my sugar levels drop.

We bought a pick 'n' mix and the bag fell through
The sugar lips kissed the entrance to a film about a lovestruck flea
That sucked the life from his heart's fancy

I pressed her to my lips
Born in her serotonin kiss
We baked our names in frosted tiers
My diarrhoea disappeared

Your cravings grew and pierced her armour
Her soft insides now a marsh'melodrama
You loved too much and never meant to harm her
Her cocoa shell, sticking to your karma.

There's an angel of chocolate
Sits on top of my radio clock
Watching over, waiting until my sugar levels drop.

You're on my clothes. Still in my phone
Sweet smell buried in my pillows.
I hear your voice in all my music
I didn't mean to put you through this.

(find me an angel) Bake me a heaven made of rye
(find me an angel) Sugar-dust everything in sight
(find me an angel) Every lie white
(she was no angel) Bake her a heaven made of rye...

There's an angel of chocolate buried on Candy Lane.

I help you explore new horizons worlds apart
I help you write history you claim it all for yourself
You said without thinking you needed nobody's help
I need you to turn me on

Reaching heights on my escalator
Coming down 10 minutes later
This mechanical love is something of a new thing to me

This isn't a fling, it's a full-blown affair
I tried to be strong - fell apart on her stairs
Another relapse and the shame of repair
She never reacts - does she care?

We both take precautions. I stand to the right
Our advances are slow. I hold on to her tight

It started as fun - a childish prank
Run up the wrong way as fast as you can
Could we have known the end was so near?
Alone in our homes downloading fear

She was a maid in Taiwan
And I know she works hard
Amongst the gears and the brakes
I hear the beat of her heart

Is life a downloadable file?
Must we die?

I turn on my 40 inch 3D-TV life
But this isn't Scarborough or Shanghai
I've now left the real world behind
A second chance to cheat death and survive

(You're going to die online)

Human Virus upload in... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Call this apparatus orgasmic
Elektronische Erotik
Silicon makes you quiver
Machinery makes you weak

You lock your door
Lie back, relax
No more low-fi panic attacks
Gyrate to our musical phasers

Pull off your clothes, prepare to scan...
What's been engineering man - an edition of the Auto Trader.

I help you explore new horizons worlds apart
I help you write history you claim it all for yourself
You said without thinking you needed nobody's help
If you were not here, who'd turn me off?

The words never age
The pictures stay the same
Still smiling back when we are sad

If only life froze
Like in each of those photos
Instead of melting shamefully away

Take my hands. Let's turn to dust and leave this mess behind us.

All the stars we see are beautiful but dead already.
I picked a lonely flower. Should have left it growing wild.
Afraid of loss we refused to eat and locked ourselves away.
And where we lay is a skeleton of what was once our love.

Can't fix my broken clock
I know that when it stops
The hands will grow to hide the face

My first taste of death
Presented in a bed
They said that all his pain had gone away

Take my hands. We'll turn to dust. Till nothing is left of us.

All the stars we see are beautiful but dead already.
I picked a lonely flower. Should have left it growing wild.
Afraid of loss we refused to eat and locked ourselves away.
And where we lay is a skeleton of what was once our love.

New life. New death
Dreams and nightmares
Perfect second. Holes of nothing

All the stars we see are beautiful but dead already.
I picked a lonely flower. Should have left it growing wild.
Afraid of loss we refused to eat and locked ourselves away.
And where we lay is a skeleton of what was once our love.

You're beautiful, but you don't smile
The sadness lines, painted by time
Blackened eyes and pots piled high
The kettle calls. You let it cry.

You're beautiful, but it's trapped inside
Too scared to love, in case it dies
You read a book about your life
It sits alone on the side.

Recycled life; bits that fit from broken people's insides
The brightest light; veiled by a cotton sky.

Sleep well, my flower.

When I wake up and hear the birds singing, I know that death is coming.

A body so warm
Squeezed a little too tight
Never questioned wrong from right.

Chased by history
With a gun at her side
She was 17 years old when she died.

She’s been building castles to survive
Taking pills and chemicals to lead a normal life
Normal winks an eye. Normal wears a smile for you

She’s locked up inside the tower
Of the castle in her mind
A handsome knight in shining armour’s climbing the wall
But when she looks down it’s just a fantasy she finds

She drinks filtered coffee to keep herself awake
She’s employed by businessmen to keep them out of jail
Your country loves you

She’s locked up inside the tower
Of the castle in her mind
A handsome knight in shining armour’s climbing the wall
But when she looks down it’s just a fantasy she finds

Sell them a war. Feed me the words to silence the victims; to bury the hurt.

Polish his shiny shoes.

Once upon a time there lived a boy with hair as strong as rope and as white as snow.
He shone at everything... So bold.

But grime was always close by - lurking in the cracks of the other children's heartbreak, hangups and lies.

Abusing his propensity to clean up after others, they fed him dirt after dirt after dirt.
He slouched from the weight and he hurt. Unable to lift his head, sweeping aside everything now instead.

What once was white as snow, now twisted and loath. His love cracked and cold.
Let this tragedy unfold...

The boy with string hair had a really strange stare
And he mopped up everyone who dared to care
To look at his face, such a splintery case
They say he housed a thousand dirty secrets in there.

The soap-eyed girl with a bucket-shaped head
Kept a lock of his mop tied to her bed
Which she found on the ground where they'd tied him down
Those brats wrung his neck and nearly beat him to death.

I was made for you
And the world feels like new
Now you've found your other you

She washed his wounds and by the full of the Moon
They'd cleaned a path up the staircase to her room
In a flash of a kind she'd cleaned the slime from his mind
How that troubled mophead shined.

I was made for you
And the world feels like new
Now you've found your other you

But his story is flawed and has a slippery end
When her lock of his mop is stolen by her friends
He thought she'd brought it to school, where the kids are so cruel
So he takes his mop from her life until she cracks and then she dies...

And only then he realises - breaks and freezes by her side.

[choir]

Skin's so fiery hot
Passion stains my gums
Feel my wrath upon you

Leader of a cause
Not equal to effect
Feel my angst divide you

I'm not that antique clock that fails to keep the time
I'm the hand that feeds wood to the fire in your mind
I'd work my charms upon you
You'd fall for all my tricks
But the gates of hell are rusty and Cerberus is sick

I planted a tree in 1984
It doesn't talk it doesn't listen... it just speaks
Like a river bursts banks to feed malnourished and poor
Yet drowns with annual sympathy... no massive feat

Mephisto, Mephisto whose life will you buy?
You clean up the empties you broke with your lies
The spirits keep rising, passing you by - passing you by.

Transfer politicians rehearsing lines to win awards
We'll make it better
Apply more blusher, encore.

These are my rules
This is my clan
Devil of a man

The silence is so loud I need to shut it out
I stamp my feet but the day won't break
It hangs on every hour

I've nearly turned your world into my little hell
Just stuck upon which shade of black you'd like the canopy of souls

Slothful and tired, starved of desire
Slowly you waste, a disgrace, devolving and envious

I planted a tree in 1984
It doesn't talk it doesn't listen... it just speaks
Like a river bursts banks to feed malnourished and poor
Yet drowns with annual sympathy... no massive feat

You got old and don't remember
The tick, tick, tick, tock of your surrender
In your ears - can you hear? Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock

Aloft on your throne spirits were high
A pop! And a cork disappeared in the night
'Long live old red the Fire God!' They cried

Now freeze frame and rewind it
When you play it on pause they're not laughing at all
What hit the wall was no cork for sure

Out cold on the floor you just wish that they saw
The blood before you kissed the tiles.

[Latin chanting]

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A young boy wanders out of his house into the night. The shadows creeping across his body - whispering to his doubts. An owl hoots out a warning shot from a barricade of wooden arms. Only, it's not an owl; just like the man following him, in the dark raincoat, isn't really a man.

 



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