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Anne Clark - The Sitting Room
(1982)
The Sitting Room
Swimming
An Ordinary Life
Shades
Short Story (party mix)
The Power Game
All We Have To Be Thankful For
You are just a tenant here, you say Living in and out of this life As cheaply as you can I sit here in the darkness gently Like an old woman Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones doing too much Trying to question all of this Trying so hard to fade out in the blackness all of the fear all of the tears that bring us to this Sometimes it is better that we sit here in the silence I don't look at you and you don't seem to notice And the reasons - the reasons are impossible to see converge They gather like dust upon a shelf
Your body is the shoreline sometimes I am the sea clinging desperately feeling all the contours Ebbing away pulled by the tides - the moon and digital clocks sensitive to nothing Parting hours - time falls through our fingers like sand
The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror - "It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down an ever deepening track His wife places a hand upon his shoulder How over these past few months, he's aged so many years He'd give this life to live again He'd be so more daring, be so much bolder - But a little less aware It's something of which he can't be certain And so he stays restrained and hurting At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter How he longs for her to run to them as she did when she was young, But her secrets have become her fears too Yet still she remains his child His still-pretty wife manages so well Makes excuses for his abscence Tries so hard to find the road he's on The madman combs his hair His expression has returned almost to normal and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd Back into an ordinary life An ordinary life
Through the soft shades of summer Fused together by the strange seasons of the city The stationary is stained with all my failings The bed lays now cold and empty as a casket Your body left it's shape upon the sheets and little else I shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...
Short Story (party mix!) (1:53)
There is a little place in a little room Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom Tucks his little legs underneath a well-worn chair Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears Sharp is the lead but will it penetrate All the nooks and crannies that this world creates There is so little time for us to stop and look As he places the cover upon his little book There will come a day when this little man will die And they'll put him in a tiny hole underneath the sky His little lead pencil, book and chair Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where ...
I've been sitting here all day Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The Left Wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even build Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you
All We Have To Be Thankful For (4:16)
She clutches on to his protruding hips for dear life Going down she is going under She wishes he were emotional or something approaching tenderness Outside the weather beats a little harder than her heart Not even this will keep them together She makes love He makes time pass a little less painfully One and the same perhaps This time it could be everything It's enough reason for staying It's enough to make you want to die The hardest part is trying not to make a mess of it all It's all we have to be thankful for
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