For A Dreamer

The Vow’s debut album ‘For A Dreamer’ was finally released in March 2012. “A Walk in the Sunshine”, “Spacedust”, “To the End of the World”, “Holy Roller” and “The Dust on My Halo” typify the album’s sweetly melodic but darkly thought provoking songs.

Having made the video for “Spacedust”, Liverpool artist Clifford Sayer was against enlisted to produce animations for the “A Walk in the Sunshine” single, “Holy Roller” and “The Dust on MY Halo”. Working within the same mental parameters as Trust, Sayer’s productions deal in other-worldy, abstract and metaphysical concepts.

  • 1.
    A Walk In The Sunshine

    Let’s take a walk in the sunshine and let the world know it’s still mine.
    It’s been ignoring me for so long.
    The positivity tastes nice; improbability feels right.
    The sleazy city’s a long way gone.

    No one can take what is already mine. I’ve earned my place in the sunshine.
    God only knows I have trawled back through time
    In memory of all those I have loved.

    The rainy season was in me; a howling wind on a cruel sea.
    You fight your enemies on your own.
    Though time and tide have come to me and all of life has passed through me,
    I face infinity still unknown.

    No one can take what is already mine. I’ve earned my place in the sunshine.
    God only knows I have trawled back through time
    In memory of all those I have loved.

    Let’s take a walk in the sunshine.

     

  • 2.
    Spacedust

    Worlds above me rain down on me pennies for my eyes
    Angel voices ever singing echo through the sky.
    They’re holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling.

    I fell asleep; I kept on falling – that’s the way life goes
    And what you give is all you’re given, as you reap you sew.
    I’m holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling.

    There’s no beginning and no ending. Always was and always is.
    Never ending new beginnings – nothing more to life than this.

    Worlds around me, worlds inside me, worlds I’ll never know.
    The love you gave – it almost saved me from the world below.
    I’m holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling

    There’s no beginning and no ending. Always was and always is.
    Never ending new beginnings – nothing more to life than this.

    We’re holier than thou and we’re all spacedust now, following our calling
    We kiss this world goodbye. Kiss this world goodbye.
    We kiss this world goodbye. Oh, my, my, my

  • 3.
    To the End of the World

    Some say it’s no good, life’s no good. I Say that they’ve misunderstood.
    Then I fall on my face again. I’m back at the start again.
    Like the hope that never was, life’s a pipedream and I always knew it was.
    And I know every long lost lonesome road on the way to the end of the world.

    Some pray in these dark days of sin. And you say “The sun shines from within”.
    Then you fall on your face again. You’re back at the start again.
    In the circle of your friends there’s a comradeship whose journey never ends.
    And I know every savage sea you sailed on the way to the end of the world.

    Like the hope that never was, life’s a pipedream and I always knew it was.
    And I know how your loneliness evolved on the way to the end of the world.

  • 4.
    Holy Roller

    Holy Roller with God on your side, your redeemer, your strength and your guide
    Through the memories which plague all our minds.
    You walked in hell’s fires – a solitary soul without a prayer
    And spat on those liars who told us how the meek would claim the earth.
    We praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

    Holy Roller, good God will provide new dominions for more peace of mind,
    But what we search for we don’t always find.
    More brimstone than fire – a solitary life, a second birth.
    Climb down from your spire. Should gravity not bring you down to earth,
    We’ll praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

    Holy roller, all brimstone and fire
    Holy Roller you’re out of your spire, so roll that boulder.
    We’ll praise you on high.
    Your spirit and your pride can never, will never, can never, will never die.

     

  • 5.
    Heaven Won't Hold Me

    Heaven won’t hold me so I’ll need heaven no more.
    Heaven won’t hold me. I won’t need heaven any more.
    The greatest story ever told won’t break my heart or prepossess my soul.

    Money won’t hold me. I’ll be imprisoned no more.
    Possessions won’t tie me down the way they do – won’t be imprisoned any more.
    The checkout line keeps moving on and this despair may last ‘til kingdom come.

    Folks we’re always on our own, stumbling up our endless, winding roads.
    Some folks act as if they know where they are and where they’re gonna go.
    Let us pray for a working class hero. What a sham and a lie and a joke.
    Anybody can see that nobody is free, and that’s all.
    Some are as equal as others. Others more equal than most.
    But everyone goes to their place I suppose. And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all.

    Heaven won’t hold me. I won’t need heaven any more.

  • 6.
    The Dust on my Halo

    There’s a lifeline that follows me right down the centuries
    And burns like a quasar within me. If you could see into my soul,
    There’s a darkness that shines through the dust on my halo.
    I’m trying to learn how to say “no”. Oh, you can see into my soul.

    But oh my God! Lord of all mercy, why would you desert me?

    There’s no reason for learning to think in a straight line.
    The pleasure and pain would be still mine if I could see into your soul,
    Where the truth goes finally fading away now,
    The light of the moon by the day now – If I could see into your soul.

    But oh my God! Lord of all mercy, why would you curse me?

    There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.

    There’s a lifeline that follows me right down the centuries
    And burns like a quasar within me. If you could see into my soul,
    Where the truth goes – there’s nothing to see or to say now.
    We might as well all turn away now. Beware of the places we go.

    Oh. Come on. Oh, come on.

    There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.

  • 7.
    For A Dreamer

    Newspaper made your success. Your face is a peach and your life it’s a mess.
    That’s the story – “rags to glory”. And people believe what they say –
    You signed on a line then you learned how to play. It was easy.
    And people believe anything. You’re top of the pops and you can’t even sing.
    It’s so easy. It can’t be that easy. Oh man! It’s too easy.
    Brought to your knees by tabloid sleaze – they’re laughing at you.
    And quelle surprise! Their stinking lies were true.
    You’ll find no place in the real world for a dreamer.
    There’s no safe place in the real world for a dreamer.

  • 8.
    Casablancan Night

    I came and I saw love, but I waited; I looked to another night.
    There is a song – a black refrain that’s racked with guilt and teased by pain. What does it mean?
    It lifts for no reason, changes moods like the seasons. As if I had to prove myself.
    But I could only sing to you, pray for you, read our last rites.
    I know that song; it’s Casablancan night.

    Foresight, like twilight it flees. Moonlighting and caution floats on the breeze across the sea.
    There is a song keeps haunting me – my malady for all to see. What does it mean?
    See love in its death row. Come and laugh at the sideshow. I didn’t have to prove myself.
    I only had to sing to you, pray for you, read our last rites.
    I know that song; it’s Casablancan night.

  • 9.
    I Want You

    What you see won’t be what you get, you bet your ass.
    And someone will be singing “Life’s a Gas”.
    I’ll get off my back, get on my bicycle and ask.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

    All day long I wonder what the hell went wrong with me.
    And I must confess I don’t profess to be
    An expert spouting complex philosophies.
    Just want you. I want you. I want you.

    I can see it’s much too much to ask for.
    I can see you don’t believe a word.
    But I feel I’ve learned my lesson.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

    It occurs to me that all my dreams are dreams of yesterday.
    All is shallow, blasé or passé.
    All indications seem to point the same way.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

  • 10.
    Peace in Our Time

    Today the cool winds of dawn fazed me out; I couldn’t beat the countdown.
    At last, without grace, I’ve learned how to lose.
    I’m on the tack that brings me back to you.
    I don’t know, but I’m told that the truth is stranger than fiction –
    An ominous, anonymous message we all miss.
    Can a Jesus freak speak with no obvious conviction?
    I’ll take it from you I’m part of this.

    Did you ever dream of peace in our time? You couldn’t keep your people in line.
    Maybe we should try and spend a little more time together, together, together.

    Somewhere someone crash-dived their life making peace like there was no tomorrow.
    I know ‘cause I saw the last days of earth as it creaked and sighed, sank and died alone.
    There’s a letter in the sand and it’s signed, sealed and scented –
    An asinine line someone forgot to send
    To the only true blue that the human race invented.
    “Here’s all of our hearts world without end.”

    Did you ever dream of peace in our time? You couldn’t keep your people in line.
    Maybe we should try and spend a little more time together, together, together.

  • 11.
    As the Crow Flies

    I’m watching things that are better unseen out of the window.
    Look how the buildings rise, scratching the sky and the people go crazy.
    People go crazy but sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.

    I’m thinking things that are better unsaid. Though I get uptight,
    I’d be the first to say “Everything’s fine. It’s OK” but it’s crazy.
    World has gone crazy, but sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
    Pure as the sunshine I will be your sweet baby.

    All over the land we’re like breathing the culture like gasoline.
    The throwaway lives we lead make it so hard to believe anything.

    I’m thinking you are disturbingly kind, though I don’t know why.
    Your past is black as hell, dark as the night.
    You were never a lady when you were my lady,
    But sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
    Pure as the sunshine I will be your sweet baby.
    Sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.

  • 12.
    Back to Monday

    I sang my songs like all the other fakes;
    Ashamed to make the same old tired mistakes.
    If I let you down it won’t be the last time.
    I’m a fawning clown for your love.

    There’s a whole wild world lying in between us.
    I don’t think we’ve ever been so far apart.
    All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers,
    We don’t want to get back to Monday.

    I blew my mind in many shades of grey;
    Laid to rest in love with yesterday
    Where my headstone reads “Didn’t make much difference –
    All my thoughts and deeds and all my love”.

    And no-one sang a song to change my world.
    And no-one saw the colours that I heard.
    I should fake control, learn to show some feeling,
    Fenestrate my soul for my love.

    There’s a whole wild world lying in between us.
    I don’t think we’ve ever been so far apart.
    All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers,
    We don’t want to get back to Monday.

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