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No Treasure But Hope

by tindersticks

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1.
For the beauty For the beauty, give me some to ease For it’s the beauty that’s got its claws in me There is an ache in our steps as walk through the streets But it’s the beauty that stops me and brings to my knees For the pain, we live with our pain Each day we manage our pain In the hum of its song there is comfort and calm But it’s the beauty that sears through me and tears at my heart You stepped off the ledge, clawed at the air Crawled up the stairwell to throw yourself again Just to feel, to love, to live, to try, to feel, to live, to love, to try For the beauty give me something please For it’s the beauty that’s killing me I can’t trust it anymore or rely on its truth It pulls me right to it then makes a show of its abuse You stepped off the ledge, clawed at the air Crawled up the stairwell to throw yourself again Just to feel, to love, to live, to try, to feel, to live, to love, to try To feel, to love, to live, to try, to feel, to live, to love, to fly Stuart A. Staples 2018
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The amputees We are the amputees, cut off at our knees Something tickling at our feet No more the sufferers, the dull thud of us Once our heels, they clacked in these streets I miss you so bad We are the stigmatized, the prosthetisized Our love and our hate smoothed and shined No more extremities, no more possibilities Like forgotten skittles we wait for our strike I miss you so bad If I could lean to you, I’d whisper in your ear If I could reach for you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you, I’d touch you I miss you so bad I miss you so I miss you so bad Miss you so, miss you, I miss you I miss you so bad Miss you so, miss you, I miss you I miss you so I miss you so bad Stuart A. Staples 2019
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Trees Fall 05:04
Trees fall The hum, somebody turned off the hum Has the juice run out again? Shall we sit in the dark and tell our old stories? Oh no, not that one again, but we were happy then Now we laugh the laughter of a laughter remembered And oh, trees fall with no one to hear Tears fall into our beer And we laugh that laughter remembered And oh, it's so dark on the stairs And the air is thick and stale The laughter bumps through the walls And oh, are we tied to those moments for good? The way the light was, the salt of or skin and the smell of the ocean And oh, trees fall with no one to hear Tears fall into our beer And we laugh that laughter remembered The hum, somebody turned off the hum Has the juice run out again? Shall we sit in the dark and tell our old stories? Oh no, not that one again, but we were happy then Now we laugh that laughter remembered And oh, trees fall with no one to hear Tears fall into our beer And we laugh that laughter remembered And oh, are we tied to those moments for good? The way the light was, the salt of or skin and the smell of the ocean Stuart A. Staples 2019
4.
Pinky in the daylight With your lip bit and your nails too Your hair pinned and falling down With your elbows extended I follow the shape of your brow And there’s a new kind of beauty That I’ve never seen before In the flickering of a candle The paint on my brush Pinky in the daylight, crimson at night, how I love you Silvery in the moonlight Like dusk on the sea Standing at your shoreline An ocean at my feet And in those moments I am ready I am humbled and I am free And I can feel all those colours baby Pour back into me Pinky in the daylight, crimson at night, how I love you And in those times when I was blinded And colours faded away Bleached by my own sadness I was slipping into the grey (But now I see) Pinky in the daylight, crimson at night, how I love you Stuart A. Staples 2018
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Carousel 04:38
Carousel This old carousel keeps on turning This old carousel keeps on turning, keeps on turning Worn smooth, faces, voices, broken, cracking Bright blue eyes in the darkness, passing lovers Chances taken, good times used Good times used. On that old carousel we refused We rode and we rode and we made believe Naked watching the snow falling, it burned our skin On that old carousel we shouted our love We shouted our love Tell me it wasn’t all for nothing That we weren’t just taking our time before we caved in Those moments shared, they meant something didn’t they? That intimacy wasn’t all for nothing We had something that was ours, tell me We had something that was ours Stuart A. Staples 2019
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Take care in your dreams From those places so sure You can fall so far In those moments so certain You must listen to your heart And take care in your dreams And when the ground gets shaky And the world seems wrong And everyone is faking That’s when you learn to be strong And take care in your dreams Take care when you dream Take care with your dreams Be there in your dream Stuart A. Staples 2019
7.
See My Girls 05:28
See my girls As I sit here attending my news stand The water lapping ‘round my little island My girls are running around the world See the pictures above my cash register They see the world and they send it me home They take pictures with their cameras They see the world and they send it back home I stick the pictures above my cash register They see the world and they send it me home See my girls on the Headerwick buses They like the energy of London town A cooking pot with so many flavours They taste the world and they send it me home Taking picture at the Eiffel tower Taking pictures on the Grand canal I stick the pictures above my cash register They see the world and they send it me home See my girls, see my girls And they dream of returning to this little island The most beautiful island in this world Riding camels in the Sahara They see the pyramids across the Nile On a boat in the Amazonia They see these things and they send it me home The tall buildings of the Americas Skyscrapers as they are known They take pictures with their cameras They see the world and they send it me home See my girls, see my girls And they dream of returning to this little island The most beautiful island in this world Taking pictures in the planetariums They take their pictures in the Grand Bazars With the horses of Buenos Aries And the antelopes of Africa At the grave of the great Bob Marley The slanty pillars of Park Guelle With statues of Piazola They see the world and they send it me home See my girls, see my girls So many tears shed into this ocean So many innocent lost souls So many cries of desperation Washed up on these shores Among the crosses in the hills of Flanders At the gates of Birkenau The killing fields of Cambodia They see the world and they send it back me home See the beauty of the great Damascus And of the babies of South Yemen The security barriers of Jerusalem They see the world and they send it to me With the turtles of kefalonia With the dolphins of Donegal The great oak tree in the hills of Paulhac They see the world and they send it me home Stuart A. Staples 2019
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The old man's gait Neither kind or unkind Neither absent or present Just a reflection It's just in the way we walk I walk to my father's metre, I walk with the old man's gait Down past the gasometer and through the estate Those miscalculated steps Now he's not so steady on his pins Those miscalculations He was never ready with his affection He walks with my grandfather's falter, he walks with the old man's gait Not that he ever knew him, just some guy staring at the school fence Those miscalculated steps None of us were so good at sums Those miscalculations With never the time to make our corrections And I lifted you up to get a better view. Your hip pressed against my cheek and your arm fell over the top of my head. Your fingers playing with my ear. And we looked at the same thing. And you were my boy. And then I sat you on the wall, leaned down on my elbows to be by your side. And you pointed and you told me of everything you could see. Those miscalculated steps None of us were so good at sums Those miscalculations With never the time to make our corrections Neither kind or unkind Neither absent or present Just a reflection It's just in the way we walk Stuart A. Staples 2019
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Tough Love 04:56
Tough love That guy, I’ve seen pictures there on your phone That guy, sitting around and wearing my clothes This tough love changed me This tough love made me Baby, take my hands and place them on you Baby, won’t you show me how did you move This tough life I live This tough love I give So tell me what he said Show me what he did What he said and what he did Take me to that man I was That guy, did he take you somewhere new? Baby, maybe I can take you there too? This tough life I live This tough love is all I have to give So tell me what he said Show me what he did What he said and what he did Take me to that man I was This tough life I live This tough love is all I to give So tell me what he said Show me what he did What he said and what he did Take me to that man I was And I know that you still love him so I know you wait for his return Your gonna get him back someday So tell me what he said Show me what he did What he said and what he did Take me to that man I was Stuart A. Staples 2019
10.
No treasure but hope No treasure but hope, no treasure The end of a rope, no pressure No treasure but hope, no love on our streets, only fear in our hearts No love on our streets, only fear in our hearts, no treasure but hope Too many stars for the counting, lessons for the learning Lessons for remembering Too many stars for the counting, lessons for the learning The trick is the escaping No treasure but hope, no love on our streets, only fear in our hearts No love on our streets, only fear in our hearts, no treasure but hope Too many stars for the counting, lessons for the learning, Lessons for remembering Too hungry to think of the providence, too angry for the consequence, We raised our hands for the counting We raised our hands for the counting, fill our bellies with worms No treasure but hope Under a shower of all our days listening to the sunshine burn our lawns The trick is the escaping No treasure but hope Stuart A. Staples 2019

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released November 15, 2019

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tindersticks Nottingham, UK

In January 2016 Tindersticks released their new album ‘The Waiting Room,’ a milestone not just numerically (their 10th), but musically and creatively. Two decades into their musical voyage Tindersticks, established masters of restraint and poetic human emotion, are a band now confidently creating the best songs of their career. ... more

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