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C'est La Vie​/​The Ember

by Haze

Mirage 07:03
Mirage (lyrics P McMahon music C & P McMahon 1979) All alone beyond the hills Beneath a cloudless sky All the things I thought had gone Are right before my eyes Sun beats down relentlessly My eyes are filled with sand How can this be happening How can I understand The nameless evil has been stirred The mutant march can now be heard Black the tide advancing on Death lies in it's wake Icy whirlpool draws me down Pray for my soul's sake My brain is screaming without sound I feel I'm slowly going down Beneath dark waters now I drown I see so clearly now I am no longer alone If you could see somehow If the truth could be known You will come here someday But you have nothing to fear You feel alone but come what may Those that we love are so near
For Whom 05:18
For Whom (lyrics P McMahon music P McMahon 1983) Maybe I've been wrong But I wish I could see you now And though it seems so long ago I need you still I've never been a slave to truth but I meant every word I said Every move I made I made for you If you need a friend You'll always find me here I'll stay by you until the end I love you still And we'll watch the years go by I'll be right here by your side We can turn the tide We can turn the tide I know that I've been wrong But I wish I could touch you now I know I let some chances slip Give me just one more I never gave a damn for truth but They cannot hurt you now Don't let them hurt you now And we'll watch the years go by I'll be right here by your side I meant every word I said Every move I made I made for you
The Hum 04:15
The Hum (lyrics P Chisnell, music P Chisnell, C & P McMahon 1983) Up and down the street the lights go on says Ethel to Joe "can you hear the hum" "oh go to sleep" "oh go to sleep" But the hum got worse & sleep got less Soon poor old Joe couldn't dream of Tess Trouble was near Trouble was near The cause they found was underground Ethel dashed indoors to phone the town "moles are at war" "moles are at war" In recessed dim blind panic reigned As moles brown and black fought a battle of hue How do they know who is who? How do they know who is who? Now all their troubles are soon to pass As the man from the town brought out his gas Now we can all get some sleep Now we can all get some sleep
Gabadon 03:34
Gabadon (lyrics P McMahon, music C & P McMahon 1982) You can run over stray dogs Squeeze the crap out of hedgehogs Switch on the key he Pours out smoke like a chimney It runs on diesel You can run over weasels Out on the road he Gobbles miles like a roadie The power of gods is in the hands of men You're at the wheel of Gabadon again Four wheel drive to cope with snow And drive saloon cars off the road The rear suspensions gone Driving power at my command The power that rests within these hands On the wheel of Gabadon When it's raining the roof leaks Nought to sixty in three weeks When you change down to overtake It screams like a mandrake Mickey Mouse gauges The grime of the ages You can run overt wall coz It steers like a walrus The power of gods is in the hands of fools and mighty Gabadon a madman's tool The squeal of brakes the crash of gears manic laugh suppressed for years All control is gone When the feeling's more than I can stand I'll close my eyes and take my hands From the wheel of Gabadon At the wheel of Gabadon again Flesh and metal shall be one again At the wheel of Gabadon again Lost along the A1(M) again
Roger's Revenge (P McMahon) the was a time when music seemed to mean much more - more than this than a crowd of yoyo's bouncing on the floor - and off the wall what are you trying to prove puritan blues ain't my kind of music put the beat behind - keep an open mind in my life it seems I've played too many roles - yeah, rock & roles to believe in everyone would be impossible - impossible what are you trying to say everything flows in it's own sweet way songs of yesterday - give it up just play everyone needs some expression given the time for reflection simple communication - you and I in the end it all comes down to one criterion, criterion all that matters is the process of communication - communication what have we learned so far bridging the spaces with lead guitar did it get to you? did you feel it too? what the hell!
Don't Leave Me Here time was when you were on my side giving me strength to fight the tide the tide has turned, I'm sinking down don't turn away, I need you now don't leave me here strange to think of how it might have been taking the chances with every scene the lights go up, the curtain falls what I need now is your applause don't leave me here lightning strikes, thunder rolls lacking the credence to ride the storm one more flash will blind me take my hand and guide me don't leave me here
Fallen Leaves (by Paul Chisnell, Paul McMahon, Chris McMahon & Rob Heeley) Leaves long since fallen have been blown into the roadside Their veins bleached a blatant silver against the reds and golds of autumn By winter's frosty hand Fallen Leaves The warm room beckons shuttered windows blazing fires Forlorn we shelter against the late of glowring gales Laughing in glee as it hesitates and destroys the delicate web Woven by the summers evening in my head Fallen Leaves A glass of cider sitting on the warm earth Dust of countless feet treading on towards the autumn Where the leaves have long since fallen Fallen Leaves
The Load 07:59
The Load (P McMahon) silence, breathing, pulse beats slow lifeblood courses, veins dilate eyes stare blindly, pupils glow cataclysm imminent you can only wait reason nods politely slips out by the back door logic reels & shakes it's head & looks away intuition sighs, it's seen this facile play before manic laughter every mad dog has it's day limbs work disjointedly, mouth slack in vacant dismay a scarcely articulate puppet, the madman at play wake look around you the walls that surround you are padded and grey, there's no glass, there's no cutlery external sensory input is zero the psyche implodes, psychic shrapnel tears holes in your mind take the strain, the power can hold back the pain ebb and flow, alone you must carry the load chasing rainbows on where god knows
The Ember 04:40
The Ember (lyrics P McMahon music C & P McMahon 1984) How far down can you go? How much does it show? Losing faith in the game nothing fits the same Total breakdown final closedown Three stand stark on the stage One night standing pain unending Til the end of the age Passing, leaving behind, children of the blind Lifeblood, red rivers flow, the ember can still glow So many things have ended, so many race run That when the night comes down again Who the hell has won? Hold on, nothing is real, don't heed what you feel Don't cry, we must be strong, nothing last for long
The Ceiling's Coming Down (lyrics P McMahon music P Chisnell, C & P McMahon 1983) It's Friday night & I just got paid a fiver or two Two excuses to celebrate by sinking a few Propping the bar up in the Gropers Arms talking too loud Vision blurring speech centre's gone the rooms spinning round I get the feeling the ceiling's coming down it's spinning & reeling above my head I get the feeling something's falling on my head Down to the nightclub for a handful more the beers warm & flat There's not much strength to take your legs away in the water of gnats The morning after the night before I wish I was dead Mouth like the floor of a parrots cage there's carrots diced on my bed
Freedom Road 03:26
Freedom Road (lyrics P McMahon music C & P McMahon 1984) A human race to change the world With flags of liberty unfurled To run down freedom road living golden chances Wide eyed & open faced wanting all the answers You have no place to call your own Surrounded by the great unknown to walk down freedom road outstretched fingers reaching unsure & overawed by the banshee screeching You have no guide to help you on your way You were a slave to freedom anyway To crawl down freedom road heartbeat racing faster Word wise & stony face looking for your master Freedom Road free to live free to try Freedom Road free to give free to cry Freedom Road washed in blood but paved in gold Freedom Road washed in blood and cold as stone Freedom Road washed in blood leave it alone leave it alone
Mountain 06:28
Mountain (lyrics P McMahon music P Chisnell, C & P McMahon 1984) High touching everything Light guild the eagles wing Touching the moments reflecting the light Reaching the fountain reeling in the height Hide in the shadow of a mountain Core eroding marrow to bone The seeds of silence are sown Living behind breezes cooling in fie Rising to capture the flames of desire Light in the shape of a mountain Flash revealing tendon & bone Betraying framework of stone Leaving behind in the stone of the pyre Picture portrayed in the heart of the fire Fly down the face of of a mountain Light replacing muscle & bone Behold the blood of the stone High seeing everything Might sear the granite ring The mountain rises in fire


released January 4, 1984


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Haze Sheffield, UK

Sheffield progressive rockers Haze celebrated 40 years of making music with two anniversary shows in 2018. Both shows were recorded for CD & DVD release.
The bands first studio CD of new material since 2013 'Back To The Bones' will be released on CD & digital download on 4th July 2020
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