Surface Tension

by The Plague Monkeys

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The first studio album by The Plague Monkeys. ℗ & © Crosstown Music 1998.
All songs were written, performed and produced by The Plague Monkeys.
Recorded at Cannibal Studios.
Track 12 is an uncredited instrumental.
Track 6 is also an instrumental.

credits

released April 10, 1998

Bass – Barry Roden
Drums, Percussion, Keyboards – Thomas Haugh
Engineer – Paul Keegan
Guitar, Keyboards, Mandolin – Donal O'Mahony
Mixed By – Paul Keegan
Vocals, Lead Vocals, Lyrics By – Carol Keogh
Cello on "Last Watch" - Kevin Murphy

Photography - Carol Keogh, Thomas Haugh
Sleeve Design - Simon Roche and The Plague Monkeys

Special thanks to Declan Jones.

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Carol Keogh Ireland

Irish singer and songwriter, Carol Keogh, has written and sung lead vocals for a number of Irish bands including The Plague Monkeys, The Tycho Brahe (Tychonaut), The Natural History Museum (with Dunk Murphy) as well as a prominent guest role as lyricist and vocalist on three albums by Autamata
Keogh's first solo release (backed by The City Fathers), "Mongrel City", was released in 2014.
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Track Name: Safe
I said save your breath
Try to save your breath
I tried to save your breath
I tell people to return your futures
They're not for them to wear
I can't quite put you together
You could be anywhere

Safe, safe...

Summer, summer is my life
Just a few days long
Just a few days, long
But I, I don't have to worry
'Cause you said I'd be alright
But didn't you say, didn't you say I'd be

Safe, safe...

I can't quite put you together
I can't quite put you together
I can't quite put you together
I can't, can't, can't

Safe, safe...

Just a few days long, just a few days long
Just a few days long, long, long
Track Name: White Feathers
This return trip is just a lie
Life is a lark and then you...
With object lessons
With static reason

Sometimes it's what it is
Sometimes I'm what I see
Sometimes it hardly means enough
To be surrendering

And those religious thieves
They stole the words from me
My purpose, meaning
My courage, feeling

Sometimes it's what it is
Sometimes I'm what I need
Sometimes it almost seems enough
To be surrendering, to be surrendering

The last days are calling
The lost years are calling
This soul surrendering
Track Name: Jack
Fear of flying
Delirium at the idea
The tendency to motion of man is understood
He came to lift me
My orb and gravity
And to fall is second nature
Mercury in the blood

There was a warning signal
A weight was lightening
Into the open sky through dirty windows
Lead and I will follow. Leave, swallow fear

Now listen here

Fear of darkness
Clearway to the sea of dreams
The nightmare execution
Of the night-light's children
He came to lift me
To offer me concern
With such difficulty breathing
Air seemed an illusion
Rain check and test of mettle, I have all the time to rise
Into the dirty sky through open windows

I want to lower my head and look down on you
He came to lift me with you... listen here
Track Name: Thirty Times Three
Sometimes I feel the wind blowing through me
The wind is carrying spores
I don't want to be afraid anymore

If my house were a colony of ghosts
I could learn their words
At my invocation on occasion
They enter but do not stay

A black rag drifting to earth
White shoes running without feet
Anything but sunken so deep in this clay

Sometimes I feel the wind blowing through me
The breath of the dead Diaspora
I don't want to be afraid anymore
I will set traps for these shipwrecks
So like a God, knowing them all
Track Name: Breaking the Ice
In the northern sky
Studying auroras
Differentials in the shifting surface layers
The abiding law
Of summer thaws
And losing our direction

Our common lack,
We have a radio transmitter
And I note you are haywire
Bearing up on the shelf
Our common wealth

This is strange terrain;
A plain white topograph
I move out with my all sky camera
To immerse myself
In the wealth of words
That will not translate

These units express
Elements of culture
I must limit my horizons
To survive
And these glyphs and graphs
The power tools
To cut through
Like a scythe

Our common lack...

Now which way?

Now which way
Track Name: Bloomsday
I remove the centre staples
From a summer diary
And let the wind take up the pages
So they can fly

Leaves fly, leaves again
Once shy, twice bitten
All gone soon, all gone soon

Somewhere in the middle hundreds
Of some encyclopaedia
To keep the weather from the deadheads
So they can dry

Leaves pressed, inter-leaved
At rest, white lilies
All gone soon, all gone soon

The character inside
In its seasonal flame

By any other name is still a rose
And so it goes, goes

And leaves, leaves again
Dry seeds, for women
All gone now, all gone now

Blooms, soon, blooms, soon
Track Name: Surfacing
When the surface breaks
And the water comes in between
Who will save you
When the surface breaks?

Let it go…

I remember I saw god in an optic
And I asked:
Are you a wave or a particle?
He said:
I am…

…Balanced on the crest of a world winding down
That over which you pass in silence
The absolute noun

But there is a water-wheel
Turning inside
This dam-building

You cannot win against the water

Memory is a reservoir of resonances
And dreams are crystalline
They fall out of the noise
When you could measure the effects
They kept you high and you went running wild
And clean out of daydreams
You cannot win against the water
No the tide has time on its side

I remember I read that life is s-shaped
And from my place on the bell-curve
I turn my back on her
Resounding on the drum of summer

But there is a water-wheel
Turning inside
This damn building
You cannot win against the water

The tide has time on its side

I remember I saw god in an optic
And I asked:
Are you a mirror or a lamp?
He said:

I am

…I am…
Track Name: Cobweb Theory
I hate these severed hands
I turn you onto me
Are you still into me?

I know it, I know it
It's out there
Nothing, waiting

I know it, I know it
I have nothing to say, nothing to say
It's all here

So will you take it off my hands
Please

I hate these severed ties
I turn you onto me

Are you still on two minds

I know it, I know it
It's out there
Nothing, waiting

I know it, I know it
I have nothing to say
It's all here

Does it ever cross your mind?
Can you remember not being?
Does it ever cross your mind?
This static fear

You should know that nothing is so close to everything, everything

No more lightning, no more tungsten
No more radium, no more fuselage
Track Name: Dreaming in Hotels
I was with the Ephesians when he preached
Now we are breathing in hotels, (Artemis)
Elaborate theatre of service on my knees
And Paul in the temple, (Artemis)

His was the language of rhetoric
And only speech translates, (Artemis)
He read my silence as admission of the world
Admission of his faith
And Paul in the temple, (Artemis)

I was with the Ephesians when he came
Now we are dreaming in hotels, (I'm breathing)

This brutal act of understanding that will steal
Steal him away
Like Paul in the temple, away away
Track Name: Last Watch
[Dedicated to the last lightkeepers, 24th March 1997]

Latter days, mechanical
Winch would haul the lead weight up the shaft
Tread the stairs again, to wind the light
For revolution

What the hand performs, the mind records
I have this stored away from daylight

From daylight, from daylight

I am the heritage
Of manpower that is running in the wires
To the signal box, dead sentinel
With artificial eyes

What the mind perceives
The soul can read
If language runs to seed

In daylight, in daylight

A light that knows reflections
In infinite recession
A light that knows geometry, mirrors that can teach
The mortal grace to turn the face discreetly to the wall

In daylight, in daylight