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Passengers On Trains
05:31
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Listen to me
Have you ever seen a regimented man
Don't ignore me
And he thinks he has the world at his command
Do you know him
Have you seen him sitting seething on the train
Don't walk past him
'Cos he sits so very patiently
But deep inside he's hating all he sees
Whilst panting every breath he breathes
At four thirty
He rises as the morning serenades
At five thirty
He eats his bowl of corn flakes as he shaves
Now he's waiting
For the postman who is twenty minutes late
Now he's angry
'Cos he has to go and shut the gate
And say hello to everyone he hates
Whilst counting very step he takes
Do you wonder
If the person sitting next to you is sane
Are they crazy
Do you ever stare at passengers on trains
Don't stare blindly
As they shuffle and they squirm inside their shoes
Don't disturb them
Snugly tucked inside society
They slumber soundly as they waste away
Confused by every move you make
Do you ever stare at passengers on trains
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Religion Without Truth
04:12
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It's the dawning of another new age
Let's start again
Fully grown - and newly born
With superstitions only Christians take on
And I believe you feel the same way too
Nothing left to take - start anew
Have we been dancing for a fool
Are we believers in religion without truth
Hail! The cable T.V. preacher man,
And praise the Lord!
Throw all caution to the wind
Like little children when the pied piper calls
And I believe you feel the same way too
Nothing left to take - start anew
Superstition is religion for fools
Religion without truth
And I believe you feel the same way too
Nothing left to take - start anew
Have we been dancing for a fool
Do we believe in a religion without truth
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Fair-weather Friend
03:58
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A Fair-weather Friend is what I am
Or so I'm told when your heart is cold
I miss the signs the silent cry
I care for you, your love is mine
But I'm slow to react, hesitant in fact
And it's not because I don't sympathise
There's just a chance that you were faking
And I've been there before
Cursed by a wolf in sheep's clothing
A Fair-weather Friend you said to me
Because I didn't jump, I didn't believe
But I had my reasons, terms of reference
Turned away and stared into the distance
There was no explanation, no instant retraction
Just a subdued mood, an uncomfortable moment,
When you caught me unawares
And the words hung in the air
Like the cry of a wolf in sheep's clothing
I'm a Fair-weather Friend or so I'm told
No understanding of the milk of human kindness
I heard the sentence like a judgement
Stepped away preparing for repentance
There was just a chance, a gamblers hand
That you were faking, unwise though it is,
Well I sympathise but realise
That I've learned to ignore
The cry of a wolf in sheep's clothing
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Solitude Surrounding
04:23
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As if tonight had never really happened
As if today had never really come
As if the world was just an endless moment
Caught like a shadow on the ocean
Then on the wind she softly calls me
Down to where the silver water's flowing
To gaze upon the walking hills below me
And stand alone with solitude surrounding
If I can't hear the sound of my heart pounding
If I can't say the words to show my pain
If I can't be the person that I'd die for
How can I be sure that I'm still living
Then on the wind she softly calls me
Down to where the silver water's flowing
To gaze upon the walking hills below me
And stand alone with solitude surrounding
To lie by your side
With the world off my shoulders
And nothing to hide
Is all I wanted for me
To be on my own
In a world that means nothing
But time that needs counting
Is all that I have for me
And what do I have here
Danger in my dark deserted nightmare
Torture for the man who's hard to please
Never have I known so much confusion
Never have I felt so much like no one
Then on the wind she softly calls me
Down to where the silver water's flowing
To gaze upon the walking hills below me
And stand alone with solitude surrounding
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Suicide
04:34
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I can't decide what to do with myself
Waste some more time
Maybe sit on the shelf some more
The trouble with me is procrastination
Punctuated with frustration again
All in all I'm sick inside, that makes me a regular guy
All in all I'm sick inside, afraid to let my spirit fly
I'm tired of life, I go to bed
But I can't stop the screaming in my head
A pantomime of things unsaid
Hide in the bathroom for two hours
Disguise my sobbing behind the shower
Suicide, suicide, don't want to stay alive
Pace the floor, pace some more
2 a.m., now it's 4 again
The sun is rising
I despise the time
I should be in my bed
Instead I'm busy talking to myself
All in all I'm sick inside, that makes me a regular guy
All in all I'm sick inside, afraid to let my spirit fly
I'm tired of life, I go to bed
But I can't stop the screaming in my head
A pantomime of things unsaid
Hide in the bathroom for two hours
Disguise my sobbing behind the shower
Suicide, suicide, don't want to stay alive
Kids are stirring, that's unnerving
Make excuses, just got home from work
Reality is on T.V.
Cartoon mayhem sets me free
Making breakfast
Don't want to feed my sorrow anymore
All in all I'm sick inside, that makes me a regular guy
All in all I'm sick inside, afraid to let my spirit fly
I'm tired of life, I go to bed
But I can't stop the screaming in my head
A pantomime of things unsaid
Hide in the bathroom for two hours
Disguise my sobbing behind the shower
Suicide, suicide, don't want to stay alive
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Tapestry Of Fire
02:15
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Like a picture world, or a photograph
Some things to me aren't real
Like a phantom walking through a wall I feel
Like a shadow drifting free
Like a catherine wheel whose sparks do fly
Into the darkened sky
The lines they trace stay still in space
As an image in my eye
If the birds fly free
Why can't I, across a painted sky
My mind is like a symphony
A tapestry of fire
Like a mirage lying in the desert sand
What vision do I see
Like a picture hanging in a darkened room
What message can there be for me
If the birds fly free
Why can't I, across a painted sky
My mind is like a symphony
A tapestry of fire
Like a storm cloud threatens or a light that flickers
A warning of the end
Like a sound that shimmers or a voice that echoes
Calling out my name
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Your Golden Finger
04:28
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You have no soul, you can't be saved
Perhaps I can sell you salvation
But you turn away, you try to run
Let's talk about this situation
And don't point your golden finger at me
I love you more, you know I'll stay
Though I'm walking the high-wire in a circus
But your secret's safe, and our public face
Is presented like a trophy on the sideboard
So don't point your golden finger at me
Liberation and relief is all I'm searching for
As I'm kicking down the bedroom door
Falling through the air
Don't you stare as I stumble
The situation's beyond belief
Now I'm lying on the sofa
Trying to make sense of this
Hey! leave me alone
I can find peace of mind on my own
You don't belong, you can't relate
Preferring to play the fallen angel
And you know I'll linger on
Too proud to see
Too dumb to say the things that I mean
But I don't need your fake compassion
I'm like a blind man, but I've started to see
So don't point your golden finger at me
'Cos you know I'll stay, I'll linger on
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I've been talking to myself
The conversation's mine
The argument is fine
But no one ever knows
Just what I said today
Decisions I have made
Or promises deferred
The hurtful things I said
Are still inside my head
I've been lying to myself
Closing my own eyes
Letting myself down
I never looked around
For opportunities
I never thought I'd need
And when they came to me
I looked the other way
To wait for better days
No one should criticise me
Instead, recognise the man
Who keeps himself inside
For all around the world he sees
Someone else's make believe
I've been talking to myself
The conversation's mine
The argument is fine
But no one ever knows
Just what I said today
Decisions I have made
Or promises deferred
The hurtful things I said
Are still inside my head
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Something To Believe In
05:57
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I could tell a story now
But I can't find the words somehow
Life can be such poverty
Living with my guilty feelings
I thought life was there for me
I would like to play sometime
Damn responsibility
Just give me something sacred to believe in
In younger days like other children
I'd fling pebbles at the ocean
And watch the ripples disappear
Inside the never ending sea
Hear the breakers crash the shoreline
Splash and tumble in their turmoil
Screaming like a demon child
That lives with everyone inside
Moaning like a phantom soul
That searches long for something to believe in
In later years my idols fell
As I found they were only men
I'd looked at life just as a child
Who thinks that life is his inside
And only then I realised
There's more to life than meets the eye
And other people have theirs too
Not just another point of view
And maybe I could have one too
If I discovered something to believe in
Something isn't right
There's a yearning in my soul
All my life
I've done as I've been told
I never questioned why
I shouldn't cross the road
So I walk the street alone
On the same side I was born
But I noticed something missing
There's nothing I believe in
I searched this planet far and wide
To find something to make me feel alive
To quell despair inside my soul
To stop me feeling old
Sometimes I wish that I'd been born
In the seventh century, I'm told
That life was much more simple then
Searching for the Holy Grail
A pilgrim on a lone crusade
That searches long for something to believe in
Something isn't right
There's a yearning in my soul
All my life
I've done as I've been told
I never questioned why
I shouldn't cross the road
So I walk the street alone
On the same side I was born
Maybe at the gates of hell
I'll meet someone who can tell me
What it was that I'd been searching
What had kept my passion burning
When all at once it came to me
What had been my destiny
The reason why I'd travelled far
The purpose that's within us all
The music that's within my soul
The music that's within my soul
Gives me something sacred to believe in
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Troubadour
03:39
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Like a freight train flying down the railway line
Like a speeding bullet searching for a victim
I've a sense of not belonging
And my innocence has gone
I travel like the troubadours before me
Like a hobo on the road
Like a truck that's shed it's load
The spirit deep inside is truly dying
Like a thought that lingers long
And a vision that is torn
I travel like the troubadours before me
Like a storm that won't relent
Like a dog that's lost the scent
I'm forced to find direction, or die trying
Like a story that unfolds
Like a blind man on a long and winding road
I travel like the troubadours before me
Like a ship that's lost at sea
Like the families on the quay
The feeling of not knowing is overwhelming
But a soul has to keep searching
Like a body must keep breathing to survive
I travel like the troubadours before me
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