Mobirise
Mobirise

1) They Talk in Maths
2) Life Support Machine
3) The Colour Of Sound
4) I am a Man
5) This Modern Age
6) Melancholic Sounds
7) How Far?
8) The Analog Ghost
9) The Digital Ghost
10) Sun Burns Holes
11) Bull in a China Shop
12) The Iceberg
13) 40 Shades of Blue
14) The Truth Is Dead

THEY TALK IN MATHS
This world is full of nightmares, where no one ever dreams
Everyone is brain dead, cos no one ever breathes
Sometimes people never smile
Sometimes they never cry
Sometimes people talk in numbers
The rest, we wonder why... 
They talk in maths and can’t relax, and find it hard to learn
They talk in maths and twist the facts, like the keys they try to turn
They talk in maths and can’t relax, and find it hard to learn
They talk in maths and twist the facts, like the keys they try to turn 
The keys they'll never learn
This world is full of questions that we can’t hope to solve
Cos evil hides the answers in the puzzles that we behold
Sometimes people never smile
Sometimes they never cry
Sometimes people talk in numbers
The rest, we wonder why...

LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE
Hit by a car when walking home, twisted in a pile of broken bones
Lungs collapsed and grasping for air, God shaking his fist proving he cares 
Oh yeah
But during the operation my soul scratched at the doors
So when I die my heart is yours
My hopes and dreams both sets of claws
Drink my blood and remember me
Let me be a life support machine
Cursed at birth and dropped on my head, picking fights in bars when greetings are said
My body was cold, my halo was crushed
Both wings had been torn, in truth I was fucked
Oh Yeah
 
THE COLOUR OF SOUND
I'm in pursuit of something wonderful
And I won't be sidelined
I need to see it before I leave for good
On a flight and out of my life
Cos there's something here I wanted to give you
It's not my heart, but it belongs to you
I'll paint you a picture from the dreams I've found
I'll use every ink in the colour of sound
I can't give you the world, but I can show you I care
I can't take you to heaven, but I can show you the stairs
I can't give you the world, but I can show you I care
I can't take you to heaven, but I can show you the stairs
The colour of sound is all around

I AM A MAN
I am a man, but I’m locked in cage
Because I can’t talk, they treat me like an ape
I’m not civilised, I’ll never be free
But inside this monster is a plan
And so I rub my hands with glee
My medication is running out and I can’t go to sleep

THIS MODERN AGE
I've heard a rumour from the kitchen, that they’re cooking up a squid
Have you forgotten everything... do you know what year it is?
They got a message from the Lord, to turn the radio off
No one cares about the world
Except a lonely boy named Carlos
My feet are sore, but so’s my head
I’m feeling warm, but boy do I look dead
And in this city I can’t breathe
This modern age is the new disease
There are little kids with massive egos, think that they can change the world
But they only do it to look cool, cos they want to impress the girls
The engines running cos I’m bored, hear the sawdust lungs all cough
This is it who gives a shit?
Just a lonely boy named Carlos

MELANCHOLIC SOUNDS
There’s dirt underneath my under my fingernails
I’ve been scratching at the soil where I rest my head 
As the rain pours down
There’s dirt underneath my under my fingernails
That’s why I suck my thumb and lie where you remain
As the rain pours down
I’m hearing melancholic sounds
That’s why I’m feeling blue
There’s tarpaulin on a fairground
The amusement parks have all closed down
I’m hearing melancholic sounds
I don’t know what to do
All the laughter in the world
Has drowned at sea and won’t be found, thats true
Drowned at sea and won’t be found, thats true

HOW FAR?
She found me when I was broken, in a pool of tears
She found me when I was hoping to drown out all my fear 
At half past eleven, she came from heaven
As the sun shined brightly, in the sky
Baby, you’re my angel, angel...
How far did you fall from heaven
To lose your wings and give me everything
As you rest your head upon my lap I’m looking past the trees
I can make out the faint glimmer of a stream
Running my hands down my back 
Oh baby you always keep me right on track
Baby, you’re my angel, angel...
How far did you fall from heaven
To lose your wings and give me everything 
Love

THE ANALOG GHOST
The air is dead in my lungs, a whisper floats upon the air
Computer's heart is beating slow, radiation and losing hair
Cos everyone miscalculated, there's a ghost in the machine
Messiah suffocating wires, there’s a ghost in the machine
Life support is not working, the TV’s filled with bad news
All the bombs have started to fall, technology became confused
Cos everyone miscalculated, there's a ghost in the machine
Messiah suffocating wires, there’s a ghost in the machine 

THE DIGITAL GHOST
The digital ghost machine is fueled by the souls living
The digital ghost machine was built to move slowly
The digital ghost machine has no brian just a silver screen
The digital ghost machine has instructions to haunt me 

SUN BURNS HOLES
The sun burns holes into my eyes so the world outside can see inside
When they see my thoughts, they start to cry because the thoughts I have are strange
That is why people walk away when they see my face girl, you see my face?
Freaking people out, is what I’m all about
I scream and like to shout, when I walk down the road
Until police drive past and restrain my arms
Before they drive me home
The sun burns holes into my eyes so the world outside can see inside
When they see my thoughts, they start to cry because the thoughts I have are strange
That is why people walk away when they see my face girl, you see my face?
The sun burns holes

BULL IN A CHINA SHOP
Like a bull in a china shop, bad news travels and it won’t stop
Kicks me in the teeth till I drop to the floor
Onto the bloodstained floor, here I am
Watching bones break, as the world burns in flames
The bills, it kills – now I need some pills
Cos everywhere I’ve been leaves me so damn mad
Like a bull in a china shop, bad news travels and it won’t stop
Kicks me in the teeth till I drop to the floor
Onto the bloodstained floor, here I am 

THE ICEBERG
Everyone is jumping ship, no one wants to stay
It’s like they’ve all seen the iceberg and quickly ran away
But I don’t need them, no I’m ok
Lost and out at sea, I can swim as I sing
And reach main land by day
I'll stay on board until it hits, hits the rock of ice
And as I watch the ship go under I'll get to roll new dice
I don’t need them, no I’m ok
Lost and out at sea, I can swim as I sing
And reach main land by day 

40 SHADES OF BLUE
Outside my head are many clouds
Outside my head are many clowns
I'm not dead, just feeling down
I'm 40 Shades of Blue

THE TRUTH IS DEAD
Feeling ugly, stoned and comatose
The truth is dead to the world we own
Feeling ugly, stoned and comatose
Sealed tightly in a box, we placed it in the ground
I haven’t heard the truth in years, and I doubt I will hear it now
I’d love to think that we broke it, but that is just not true
The ground your feet is weak and one day it will swallow you!
Feeling ugly, stoned and comatose
The truth is dead to the world we own
Feeling ugly, stoned and comatose
So I light candles to remember the good times we had
It’s a poor imitation of this life that we share
We all think we are special, but no one knows the truth
The ideas we once grew here can never be misused

The Colour of Sound has a variety of classic TCT's songs. It was also Sean's first studio album where he tracked all the drum parts. Many of Jim's lyrics were written during Shock of the Cold (2004-2008).

Released 2010
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered 2009 - 2010 at Viaduct Studios
All songs written, produced and copyrighted by
Dunlop/Radford 2010. All rights reserved.
Published by Monkey Chomp 2010
Represented by Viaduct Records
Cover art by Hill Dunlop
In memory of Bill Brown and Travis Spencer

This album is currently being remastered and will be available soon. Check back for updates. 

WATCH ALBUM PROMO VIDEO

WATCH "THIS MODERN AGE" OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

WATCH "THEY TALK IN MATHS" OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

© Copyright 2020 These Curious Thoughts - All Rights Reserved

Built with Mobirise website software