The Festival at the End of the World

Nation of Strangers

It seems to be a lifetime
Since we lost our way
Making holes in the water
When we should have been making hay
We were tied in knots and we’d lost the plot
Had nothing left inside
Then a wind sprang from the ether
And took us with the tide

We were “playing the band”
With the moonlight in our eyes
Never took a thing
But we were high, high, high
And no-one even noticed
If the sun rose in the sky
At the Festival at the End of the World
At the Festival at the End of the World

Then the music swirled like a sail unfurled
And carried us far from shore
And its eddies took us places
Where we’d never been before
We didn’t know who was playing what
Didn’t even know who was who
We were right on time, we remembered each line
And our strings knew what to do

We were” playing the band”
With the moonlight in our eyes
Never took a thing
But we were high, high, high
And no-one even noticed
If the sun rose in the sky
At the Festival at the End of the World
At the Festival at the End of the World

Our minds were in a different place
Our bodies didn’t seem to care
Never saw an audience
But everyone was there
And we feel the bass, and we see your face
In the corners of our eyes
Time is flowing sideways
And nothing really dies

Time is flowing sideways
And nothing really dies
It’s the Festival At The End of the World

We were “playing the band”
With the moonlight in our eyes
Never took a thing
But we were high, high, high
And no-one even noticed
If the sun rose in the sky
At the Festival at the End of the World
At the Festival at the End of the World

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric and slide guitars.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, keys (strings).
Ash Stephenson: drum programming.

You’ve got a tribal mind, and you come out at night
Livin’ in the past, and spoiling for a fight
Don’t give a prayer for anybody who’s alive
Don’t even care if the species survives

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down

You’ve got a greedy face my friend
Never learned nothin’ but you know how to spend
Had a lot of talent, pissed it down the drain
Struttin’ like a hooker in a penny arcade

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down

So hide in your mansion, hide in your cell
Tower block or gatehouse on the road to Hell
Measure your success in razor wire
Drink yourself stupid while the city’s on fire

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitar, slide guitar, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, drum programming, keys.
Caro Clark: vocals.
Julie Doré: vocals.
Steve Rodford: drums

There’s a new dawn breaking in the east
There’s a freight train rolling from the coast
Mississippi down to the Rio Grande
Every little town in the golden land
Flags are flying way down low

And we’re off to see the Wild West Show
We’re off to see the Wild West Show
When there’s a change in the weather
We’ll all go down together
And we’re off to see the Wild West Show

There’s a huckster shouting from his stand
There’s a preacher raving at the crowd
Holding out his hands to the eastern sky
Sucking on the well till the well runs dry
Time is short but he don’t know

And we’re off to see the Wild West Show
We’re off to see the Wild West Show
When there’s a change in the weather
We’ll all go down together
And we’re off to see the Wild West Show

See the wild beast straining at the bars
With a rage nobody can control
Many had to die so that he could thrive
Enemies are keeping him alive
And he can’t distinguish friend from foe

So we’re off to see the Wild West Show
We’re off to see the Wild West Show
When there’s a change in the weather
We’ll all go down together
And we’re off to see the Wild West Show
We’re off to see the Wild West Show

Written by Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitar.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar;
Caro Clark: vocals.
Julie Doré: vocals.

There’s a line, but I think we’ve crossed it
Now we’re right up against the wire
There’s a way, but I think we’ve lost it
One false turn, and it’s ice or fire

I can’t shut out the world no more
I know that the worm is turning
I hear their voices outside my door
Saying let me in ‘cause the ground is burning

We pour the wine, we light the candles
We ride the train to another land
But there’s a sign and there’s a dead man’s handle
Waiting for a dead man’s hand

You go through hell to be so holy
You work like the devil to be so dumb
You sound like a sage but your thoughts are lazy
You strut like a peacock, but you’re under their thumb

And when the captain is just a rich man’s whore
And all his cannons are rolling round on deck
And his praise, well it ain’t worth fighting for
Is it any wonder that the ship gets wrecked?

You’re on your own, and now you’re stranded
No response to your command
Just a sign and a dead man’s handle
Waiting for a dead man’s hand

And O my daughter will you be there
When they fight for water, food and air?
And O my son will you still come
When we’re at rock bottom and the race is run?

So take these sins and wash them away
Let these errors be your guide
When the night comes in, never let them say
We had the knowledge but we locked it inside

And when the time has gone for anger
And making lines, making lines, in the sand, in the sand
There’s a sign and there’s a dead man’s handle
Waiting for a dead man’s hand

Written by Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitar, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, jew's harp.
Rod Jones: keyboards.
Bill Maloney: drums.

If they asked you
You’d pull down the stars
And snuff them one by one
You get the job done
You get the job done

You’d swing your hammer
Till the end of the world
Cos that’s the team you’re on
You get the job done
You get the job done

You say I’d stand with the angels
But they don’t represent me
I’m thinking right but I’m doing wrong
It’s just the way it’s got to be

Tell me what you want
You’ll get it on a plate
I’m just a hired gun
I get the job done
I get the job done

Here in the compound you’ve been happy for a while
Did you think it came from a wink and a smile?
And by just being friendly to everyone?
I get the job done.

There’s an ugly mob chanting outside the city gate
They’re hoping for a death worse than fate
No pity in their hearts - so they will find none
No, they will find none

So drink to the bad girls wherever they may be
And drink to the bad men who’re keeping you free
We’ll never get a medal, or thanks from anyone,
But we get the job done

I’d like to stand with the angels
But they don’t see what I see
I’m thinking right but I’m doing wrong
It’s just the way it’s got to be

Tell me what you want
You’ll get it on a plate
I’m just a hired gun
I get the job done
I get the job done

Written by Simon Burrett and Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitars, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, keys (strings)
Steve Rodford: drums.

Take it slowly
Move on easy
When you’re taking your place
Time to own up
You’re a grown up
You’ve got lines on your face

Find a little bit
Find a little bit
Find a little bit of space in your heart
Give it all away
Shake it all away
Give away a little place in your heart

There’s no hurry
This is your time
You can make it alone
Take this feeling
There’s a meaning
You can make it your own

Find a little bit
Find a little bit
Find a little bit of peace in your mind
Give it all away
Shake it all away
Give away a little piece of your mind

Give it all away
Make it all the way

Written by Simon Burrett and Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitars, bass, keys (bass).
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.

She shoulda listened to her momma and her poppa
They said love is full of danger but it didn’t seem to stop her
They gave her silver bullets
A cross upon her breast
Garlic in her pockets
They didn’t know what more to do
So they hoped for the best

Teen paranormal romance
How’re you s’posed to meet a mate?
Teen paranormal romance
When you can’t get a date with a straight
Teen paranormal romance
Be careful who you meet at might
Teen paranormal romance
They’ll be different in the morning light

She was a mortal but he thought that he could win her
He mopped the blood up and invited her for dinner
He said they’d live forever
He swore they’d never part
He said we’ll fly together
But she fled when morning came
And left him with a stake through his heart

Teen paranormal romance
How’re you s’posed to meet a mate?
Teen paranormal romance
When you can’t get a date with a straight
Teen paranormal romance
Be careful who you meet at might
Teen paranormal romance
He’ll be different in the morning light

She’d tried it with psychics but they didn’t like it
They knew that it wouldn’t end well
All the shape shifters just couldn’t resist her
The demons were going through hell
The elves and the belves couldn’t stop themselves
Falling under her spell

Teen paranormal romance
Teen paranormal romance.......

The screams of the ghouls can be heard from the pools
And the orcs have returned to the clay
The witches and warlocks and werewolves and morlocks
Have fled from the light of the day
Now she’s left in the dawn feeling all forlorn
Her clothing in disarray

Teen paranormal romance
Teen paranormal romance.......

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitars, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, electric guitar, theremin, effects, drum programming.

To those condemned to live or die
And never know the reason why
You know me well, cos I’m the distance between us
And when you’re in the darkest place
And fortune turns its ugly face
I’ll take its case, cos I’m The distance between us

You’re out of sight, you’re out of mind
You’ve got no face, you’re not my kind
You’re firing blind, through the distance between us
We’re out in space, we’re out of line
We’re out of place, and out of time
We’re driving blind, through the distance between us

I built this house, I made this track
It was never yours, you can’t take it back
Cos’ I’m on the attack, and I’m the distance between us
And you might pass me on the street
Curse me from your driver’s seat
But we’ll never meet, cos I’m the distance between us

You’re out of sight, you’re out of mind
You’ve got no face, you’re not my kind
You’re firing blind, through the distance between us
We’re out in space, we’re out of line
We’re out of place, and out of time
We’re driving blind, through the distance between us

And I think you know just what I mean
I saw you there, I know you’ve been
Behind that screen where nobody can see us
There’s just a target on a wall
You never see where the bombs fall
You double click, you kill them all . . .

You’re out of sight, you’re out of mind
You’ve got no face, you’re not my kind
You’re firing blind, through the distance between us
We’re out in space, we’re out of line
We’re out of place, and out of time
We’re driving blind, through the distance between us

Enola Gay, she’s been away
She’s like a shadow in the grey
Moving closer every day . . .

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitars, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, hurdy-gurdy, keys (strings), bass.

Let’s wait for the pouring rain
Let’s wait for the weather to change
Let’s wait for something else to decide
There’s storm on the edge of town, and it
Won’t break ‘til the sun goes down
So let’s wait and see what comes with the tide

There’ll be time tomorrow
We’ll postpone our sorrow
We’ll stay here and toe the line
Even though we know our time
Is borrowed
Is borrowed

Let’s wait ‘til we’re face to face
Somewhere calm, away from this place
Let’s wait for something else to decide
There’s a place we can talk it through, so
Let’s wait ‘til it’s me and you
Let’s wait for our worlds to collide

Hard to live together
But hard to slice these tethers
Hard to stay and hard to go
Even though we know
It’s not forever
Forever

Some words are best unspoken
Why fix what’s too far broken anyway
Why hold a rod to the lightning
When we can wait and fight another day, another day
Let’s wait for the pouring rain
Let’s wait for the pouring rain

Let’s wait for the pouring rain
Let’s wait for the weather to change
Let’s wait for something else to decide
There’s a place we can talk it through, so
Let’s wait ‘til it’s me and you
Let’s wait for our worlds to collide

No room for split decisions
We’re in the same position
Marking time
Outside a new day’s breaking
We know we should be making up our minds... maybe some other time
Let’s wait for the pouring rain
Let’s wait for the pouring rain
Let’s wait …

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, keys (brass).
Tony Doré: vocals, electric 12-string guitar, keys (cellos).
Ash Stephenson: drum programming.

When the train leaves the rails
And reality fails
And nothing around you is right
When there’s barely a change
Yet everything’s strange
You’re in the Dominion of Light

When you walk through the park
Alone in the dark
Though the sky up above you is bright
When the lamp light is glowing
You know that you’re going
Into the Dominion of Light

Then the wind whips the fallen leaves through the air
All of a sudden you’re aware that she’s there
With the last evening rays making ghosts in her hair.....

Then the wind whips the fallen leaves through the air
All of a sudden you’re aware that she’s there
With the last evening rays making ghosts in her hair
You drown in her powder blue eyes
And she says I know who you are

This is your world and it’s of your own making
This is a world where there’ll be no more faking
This is a world where you know you’re forsaken
This is the world where one day you’ll awaken
In the Dominion of Light

This is your world and it’s of your own making
Here in this world there can be no more faking
This is a world where you know you’re forsaken
This is the world where one day you’ll awaken
In the Dominion of Light
In the Dominion of Light
In the Dominion of Light

When the train leaves the rails
And reality fails
And nothing around you is right
When there’s barely a change
Yet everything’s strange
You’re in the Dominion of Light
In the Dominion of Light
In the Dominion of Light
In the Dominion of …

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitars, bass.
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, hurdy-gurdy.
Steve Rodford: drums

I’m in love with a girl on my computer
We’ll never meet, but it’s safe to say
That so long as I pay my subscription
She’ll be mine night and day
She doesn’t have a lot of conversation
But it’s not what you hear, it’s what you see
And I’m in love with a girl on my computer
‘Cause when she speaks, she speaks to me

And she says oh baby, listen to me baby
No one else would ever do
Nobody can touch my keys like you
And she says oh baby, you can see me baby
If you log on in the morning too
‘Cause nobody turns me on like you

I’m in love with a girl on my computer
I don’t think she uses her real name
But why should I judge her occupation?
And why should I feel ashamed?
‘Cause what she does is for my own observation
And she’s only just a fingertip away
And as long as that red light’s shining
She’ll be mine night and day

And she says oh baby, listen to me baby
No one else would ever do
Nobody can touch my keys like you
And she says oh baby, you can see me baby
If you log on in the morning too
‘Cause nobody turns me on like you

And I’m losing touch with all my friends and family
With pizza boxes littering the ground
But I’m in love with a girl on my computer
And I’m hoping word won’t get around

Girl on my computer, girl on my computer
Nobody can tear me away from you
Girl on my computer, girl on my computer
Nobody turns me on like you

Written by Simon Burrett & Tony Doré.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitar.
Tony Doré: vocals, tenor ukulele, keys.

The Festival at the End of the World
Nation of Strangers

(2018) First Day Productions