released May 5, 2023

1. Waiting To Be Born (4.19)
2. Permafrost (7.00)
3. Alibis (5.27)



Voices / Words Steve Hogarth
Music / Mix Richard Barbieri

Mastering Lee Fletcher (Unsung Productions)





Waiting To Be Born


Before you were a baby
Before you were alive
You were in the supermarket in the sky
I saw you smile as I walked down the aisle
I was standing behind you..

Everyone was waiting to be born
Everyone was waiting for God
And God tore us in half and mixed us up
And we never knew, for so many years
And we lived apart with the one heart beating

When I’m near you
When you look my way
You have no idea how close we used to be in heaven

Listen to my head
Listen to my heart
Listen to my body

Everyone was waiting to be born
Everyone was waiting for God

Listen to my head
Listen to my heart
Listen to my body
And see what it does…

You have no idea how close we used to be
Close we used to be be

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Permafrost

All o’the Universe so nearly explained
All o’the Universe so nearly explained
And still the wars are raging
Still the wars are raging
Still the wars are raging
And still the people starve

Again

All o’the Universe so nearly explained
And still the wars are raging
Still the wars are raging
Still the wars are raging
And still the people starve

I won’t tell you again

Here are the facts (on a steady course to annihilation)
Cooking at the coal face
No cameras down here
Only the anonymous working for a penny
Until the thing collapses
Good TV
The only way out

Deep faith
Without hatred
Deep faith
Without suspicion
Deep faith
Without instinct
Without fear

Permafrost
Without believing
Permafrost
Without trusting
Permafrost
Without naive love

Siberia

Again, again.

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Alibis

Well I’m here on the top floor of the Shangri La Hotel
For the first time in my life I feel tall
London spread below me like a lamb to the slaughter
The bridges and the water glisten in the sunset
Down there where I caught her
In black and white
The curve of her and the shard
My idea of her
The illusion and the truth
Of reflected light
A place to hide
Insensitivised silver halide

I’m willing to provide alibis

A problem shared’s a problem halved
Willing to provide alibis