Campfire

Three more miles until the clearing,
The fire’s dimming and the smoke is growing
Like a screen of illusions set for viewing,
So keep your thoughts clean, I’m almost ready.
Stay quiet and keep on touching,
Just keep my hands warm a little longer.

We’ll make it out of here intact,
Another plea to keep your bags unpacked.
Tomorrow I’ll make sure it happens,
It’ll happen when…

I’ve finally figured out the answers,
In an amnesiac world, repetitions are a bastard,
That’s always excused for not knowing better,
But I’m sick of this falsity, ignoring history.
I’ll find my way eventually,
Just remember to calm me when I panic.

We’ll make it out of here intact,
Another plea to keep your bags unpacked.
Tomorrow I’ll make sure it happens,
It’ll happen when…

The engine reignites from stalling
You once said I saved you from falling,
But it’s you that rescued me,
On a cold November eve.

I swear I’m almost ready
Just keep my hands warm a little longer.

Written By Chris Yeoman 07

The Search (Finders Keepers) - Burn The Sun

The cold air stings my face,
As I stand alone in solitude
I’ve never felt so abandoned,
But it’s liberating all the same.
You’re not here
But I can still hear the whispers.

Rain falls down like bullets,
Forcing me to the dust.
I hear your cries amid the raindrops,
Telling me to get back up.
December at the seaside.

Memories come flooding back,
Wave after wave they flow,
Unrelenting like the tempest,
Taking sandcastles and stones.
The sharp wind,
Pierces like a titan’s blade.

I hear the echo of your voice,
Singing from the granite cliffs
I’m searching in the sandbanks,
For memories that I can keep.

I’ll stand alone on this cold night,
It’s the only place I can feel you.
December at the seaside.

Written By David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman

Boy with the chemicals #2

Ran for cover in the pouring rain,
You pressed up close like we wouldn't get this night back again.
"But we will, every single time"
Said the boy with the chemicals,
To the girl who's dressed like she could kill.

Tonight's the night…

With mascara running down your face,
You kissed me hard like you wouldn't get the chance ever again.
"But we will, anytime you want to."
Said the boy with the chemicals,
To the girl who moves like she's a model.

Tonight's the night…

Bass and drums are thumping in the background,
Too far away to hear the words,
The club's going on without us…
We're going on without them.

We're going on without them.

Written By Chris Yeoman

Devil In The Details (Burn The Sun)

I met a stranger just the other night,
The bar was dark and empty,
He lined the shots up on the table
We talked and laughed, the devil was friendly.
He said he’d get me anything I wanted,
The suggestions were awfully tempting.
“Sign on the line now blurring.”

Be sure to read the small print cloaked in disguise
Don’t sign your name anywhere…
Before your hands are tied.

I met a wise old friend last night,
The room was bright and soothing,
I cried as I listened to him speaking,
The things he said, well… it wasn’t easy.
“You won’t find painkillers in hell”.

Just make sure you read the small print
Before you take the sale,
The devil’s in the details,
You won’t find painkillers in hell.

And even if, you’re heart’s twenty below,
You’ll be consumed by the temperature,
You’ll miss the times you were in control.

Get ready for the heart burn…
There’s no painkillers in hell.

Written By David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman

Patchwork Fields

The mood turns like rotating blades,
Cutting the air with awful sounds,
The machines are getting closer,
The black cross is bearing down…

Like a shadow forced out the sun,
The glint of metal shines like silver
In the distance the engines roar,
As the lions rise up to meet them.

The summer breeze smells of cordite,
The ground is shaking every night,
Sacrifices are soon forgotten, evaporating
Like smoke trails in the sky.

You're photo is all I have now,
To get me through another fight,
My black and white glamour girl,
A sight for sore, tired eyes.

The world spins with blinding speed,
The flash of tracer passes by,
Thank God for the English Channel,
For hearts not afraid to die.

Young and few, bodies fall,
Spirits ascend like angels,
The patchwork fields are bloodied
Lives are black with exhaust fumes.

Written By Chris Yeoman

Blue (Burn The Sun)

Dial the numbers, call the emergencies,
The sky is blue, its emptiness crying out for me.
Is this just tears blurring out reality?
A heart made of pieces from years in obscurity.

I need help my friends…
Find me a collector of broken hearts.
There's a shoemaker back home,
He should know how to sow me back together.

Why does the sky stay blue even when the sun's out?
It's all I ever see and I'm losing my mind now.
I've lost every colour and every desire (to even look anymore.)
Closing my eyes to hide what I've become,
Dark blue engulfs me, leaving me screaming inside.

Please hand me a rose,
We'll make a ring and run around in circles,
Then maybe I'll fall dead…

Is it just me? The sky bleeds blue,
Full of loneliness, but I can't stop looking….
I can't stop looking up.

Let's all play dead.

Written by David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman

The Black Plague Is Back By Popular Demand

Existence is redundant, it's a comatosed static
An endless night tapping keys
You know what I mean…
We hold hands; go to church
Whisper in the back row
Do you wanna go to your grave wondering?
What it's like to clash teeth
Rubber on skin, is sex, without the mess
An Asian girl, once asked me my blood type?
I don't know for sure, but I think I'm B
Regardless, my ideals got tangled, in her hair
And it's time for me to get emotronic
Zombie movies got me to thinking
Even the living dead, have there share of problems
There's a lucky penny on the bathroom floor
But nobody dare pick it up…
Disappointment is my common law
We've been together twenty-one years now
It's a burden to breath
Bubble wrap fetish got the best of me (bang bang your dead)
1985 was a bad year for style
I prayed for the cure, but I got a flock of seagulls
Follow suite, go to the beach
Bury your head in the sand
La la la said the little boy
With his fingers in his ears.

Written By Vincent White

E-motive

She twists her strawberry hair,
And she pouts those thirsty lips,
The lights make her dizzy as
She moves into his hips…
She smiles a perfect smile,
But to me she looks fragmented,
Like the women Picasso painted
Illogical and plastic.
So get up from your seats,
Don't go back until you're satisfied,
You're seventeen now,
Dance to every song tonight.
She acts like her typecast,
But we're all doing our parts,
She walks away with the boys,
To ride in speeding cars.
Are you having fun right now?
Tomorrow will tell for sure,
I'm sleeping on the front lawn,
I'll wait for you…
I'll wait for you some more.
You're seventeen now,
You don't need a motive.
You're seventeen now,
You don't need a conscience.

Written by Chris Yeoman

War drums (Burn The Sun)

The war is raging all around me, weary and battle torn,
The armies of the dark are surrounding, lusting to destroy.

Fallen casualties hang their heads low, spitting blood
Onto the battlefields. Broken bodies spill their guts out,
Painting a masterpiece for the souls below.

My heart beats like war drums exploding in the distance,
They're screaming for us to survive, to fight, to die.

The darkness is taunting my defeat; my weakness begs me to retreat,
The sun burns down on my face, telling me that light prevails,
So ignite the torches and flaming arrows, let's set this black
Night ablaze. Drown me in gasoline, unleash the fire burning inside.

Armed with torches and flaming arrows, let's set this sky ablaze,
To end a war we didn't start, we'll have to be killers tonight!
Ascend like arrows; watch them fall like pretty stars.
Watch the bright lights blind the dark eyes.
Drown me in gasoline, feed the fire growing inside.

Written By David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman

Untitled (Burn The Sun)

She looks so beautiful tonight, stretching for miles without end,
She's enchanting like a vision, contently kissing a sunburst sky.
Hands move like waves on the shoreline, getting closer all the time…
Mesmerising, I could stay forever, calling my name, calling my name.
The angels dance on her back, sparkling with warmth and security,
Her calming voice is like a whispered breeze telling me it won't turn on me.

Captivating, I could stay forever, calling my name, I'll answer the same
(Every time…)

When you wash over me like water on dry land,
Take notice of the names and shapes etched into the sand.
I wrote them like a lover, so you'd remember me,
Before you turned your shoulder, before you fell asleep.
…
Lungs are filled with violence, I'm drowning as you speak,
You're temper has become you, taking endlessly! (You fall!)
Searchlights replace sunsets, the lines have all gone dead,
Just like the lines you gave and all the lies you've said.
Crashing over me…my bodies torn like clothes on red light district floors.
Intently killing me…you've left me choking in the storm.
"I'll tie you to the ocean bed and make you say my name…
Like the one you've called a thousand times, just to desecrate".

Searchlights replace sunsets…
I hear you calling my name
Searchlights replace sunsets…
She's singing out my name
Searchlights replace sunsets…
But no one's listening…
She took us all.

Written by David Wigglesworth & Chris Yeoman

Boyhood games in metal cages

Fight back sleep; it only wants to bind you, so you
Can dream that you are far from problems,
Climb from this grave, like the ghost they think you are,
And walk this town, with your head high.

Let us leave and sink into the time stream
So we can see the days that you were happy
Playing boyhood games in metal cages.

We were young and full of smiles.

White as a sheet, your face is drained of colour, it's time
To speak so you can shake a conscience.
I still find it sad, as I grip this cold fence,
This concrete ground, is so empty.

Let us leave and sink into the time stream
So we can see the days that you were happy
Playing boyhood games in metal cages.

You were young and full of smiles
The playground was like a fortress
And the skyline stretched for miles
In the days when friends were friends.

We were young and full of smiles.

By Chris Yeoman 07

The Punch Line To Our Friendship

It’s not the first time this week
I’ve exposed my soul, inside a dark room
And you are the exposure
That I’ll put inside a photo frame

I hear Edmonton is nice this time of year
But I don’t have the heart to go there
Do you remember the embrace?
When I told you that “I’ll miss you” always and forever
Well forever is an awfully long time

It’s not enough to speculate
I’ve got to say, something perfect
To save what we once had
Because I can’t hold my own
In a room full of strangers
It’s a disaster waiting to happen
And the cold weather is a conduit
To tell you how I’m keeping

Imagine eternity without ever hearing
The punch line to our friendship
Imagine eternity without ever hearing
The punch line to...this life

Written by Vincent White 2007

The boy with the chemicals

Ran for cover in the pouring rain,
You pressed up close like we wouldn’t get this night back again
“But we will, every single time.”
Said the boy with the chemicals,
You’re the girl who makes me stable, so…
Let me in to avoid collapse
I’ll have kiss and then I’ll take you back…

I’m the best lover when I’m comatose,
I’m discovering weaknesses that everybody already knows,
“So who’s to blame? This time we are crossing off names”
Said the boy with the chemicals,
You’re the girl who makes it special, so…
It’s already reached Granite Bay,
Leaves us wishing for better days…

We’re islands….
It’s already reached Granite Bay
Leaves us wishing for better days.

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman & Vincent White

Pangaea

I’m weary and starved from the way it was left
You called me a friend then called it your best
From the report of this failure, you barely made clear
I can’t find the words but it’s all my head
And you whispered under your breath
Like you were gasping for answers

Who’s to blame for this collapse?
Who’s to blame for breaking up Pangaea?
We’re islands drifting in and out of consciousness
It leaves us wishing for better days.

Your twisting your hair coz there’s not much to say
And In the static we’ve found our separate ways
But we’ll always be scarred from what could have been
So hunny, let’s move on from this ironic design
That seems to repeat itself
Like we were stuck in this song.

Written by David Yeoman & Vincent White

For Kym (Wedding Poem)

Friendship founded what we have now become,
It’s often said ‘love’ is two souls living as one.
An insight of truth whispers through the leaves-
A kiss, a moment, remember to breathe.
A season followed, a season passed,
Now we are here, here at last.
Constellations align into focus,
With eyes so bright, take time to notice,
In that same ground where the angels tread
Our knees will rest and we’ll eternally wed,
Then no matter what time, or the unexpected may bring,
We’ll be forever encircled by eternity’s wings,
I’ll see your face glow with light and virtue
And I’ll hold out my hand, like I always do,
We’ll walk through the gardens to approach the throne,
To see the place where love was first known,
With that same love etched into our hearts,
We’ll all rejoice that it took us so far,
So far beyond any stretch of imagination,
So much deeper and warmer than any sunburst ocean,
You are my true love, you are my queen,
I’ll cherish you always, in every degree.

Written by Chris Yeoman