STORMCLOUDS

WAITING FOR OBLIVION

STORMCLOUDS

.Recorded 2111 to 2012

Released May 2012

On this recording STORMCLOUDS were:

HEATHER CARMEN: Lead vocals.

CHILDE ROLAND: Instruments, backing vocals

STEVE LINES: bass

Arranged and produced by OLIVER ATR. JOHN and STORMCLOUDS.

Engineered and produced by OLIVER ST. JOHN.

Recorded at DARK TOWER STUDIOS, St Ives, Cornwall.

All songs written by STEVE LINES.

P & C Sandman Songs 2012.

Cover photos by RETT MANSELL

Cover design by STEVE LINES.

WAITING FOR OBLIVION

I take a sip of laudanum

Laced with wine and cinnamon

Knowing soon the dreams will come

I’m waiting for oblivion.

The needle cold against my skin

I wake the fiend that sleeps within

Playing on my violin

Waiting for oblivion.

Descend the stairs into the gloom,

A smoke enshrouded opium room.

In shadows dark far from the sun

I’m waiting for oblivion.

Pass the glass and absinthe spoon

Watch the emerald demon bloom

See the heated sugar run

I’m waiting for oblivion.

In my club upon the Strand

Sister morphine takes my hand

Kiss her lips of opium

I’m waiting for oblivion.

The hookah sits at my side

I view the world through hashish eyes

My Persian carpet dream is spun

I’m waiting for oblivion.

I take a sip of laudanum

Laced with wine and cinnamon

Knowing soon the dreams will come

I’m waiting for oblivion.

TWILIGHT EYES

The shades of dusk are falling

the distant stars are calling

tears of mist are wept by the moon   

The disenchanted day

Slowly fades away

and phantoms swirl in the evening gloom

the gentle evening breeze

whispers through the trees

and sings to me a strange, unholy tune

I feel so weak and cold

My time draws to a close

Soon I must surrender to my doom

‘cos your twilight eyes are out there in the night

your twilight eyes   are watching me

Yes you’re out there in the night

Beneath the opal light

a belladonna deadly nightshade bloom

you come to me in my dreams

At least that’s how it seems

Or is it just a shadow in my room

I feel so weak and cold

My time draws to a close

I give my soul unto the velvet moon

I know that I must go

Up to the dark chateau

And join you soon sleeping in your tomb

I HEAR BELLS

Its so cold tonight as walk through the city streets

No hope for me now, feeling so alone.

The wires overhead sing with voices of the dispossessed

Spilling out their hurt on the telephone.

The birds beneath whose feet a thousand lies are blossoming,

Waiting in the dusk their eyes so dark and cold

The wind is whispering a thousand mournful melodies

Voices in the breeze of lost forsaken souls.

I’m searching for a place to escape from my misery

But there’s no escape just another set of walls

I hear bells but I can’t seem to answer them

Such a soulful sound, is it me they call?

It’s so cold tonight as I embrace oblivion

The warm silent night wraps me in its arms

I close my tired eyes and sink into the velvet dark

Now I am free, I’m warm and safe from harm

I hear bells but I can’t seem to answer them

Such a soulful sound, is it me they call?

I hear bells but I can’t seem to answer them

Such a soulful sound, is it me they call?