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The Heat of Molten Diamonds

by Kevin Hewick

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1.
Americanta 06:52
On the cactus trail the sun can kill without pity But there's a slower way to die Try living in one horse city Outside the run down rodeo The young would be hero Tries to outdraw the shadows He thinks he can catch a bullet in his hands He thinks he can outspit the rattler in the sand But can he get out of Americanta Prairie rose holds a burning cross to the moon Sets fire to the livewire undertaker And the cold dead saloon She is courted by the brave Cowboys, indians and slaves But if you tied her to the railroad she wouldn't want to be saved She impatiently tosses a dime Where it lands will help her make up her mind How to get out of Americanta You better get your sweet ass out of Americanta You better get your sweet sweet ass out of Americanta At the Lone Star Hotel the midnight lovers lay down They shoot it out On the saddest brass beds in town And the dreams they give leave to roam Chase coyotes out in the unknown Across echo canyon to the twilight zone Whether pleasure cry or jailhouse moan Each sings their song of home sour home In the wasteland heartlands of Americanta You better get your sweet asses out of Americanta You better get your sweet sweet asses out of Americanta Americanta the movie The last gunslinger gets his last man Americanta the movie The last gunslinger dies by his own hand Americanta Popcorniana Cocacolaramalama American American't American American't can't can't can't cant'...
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He slept beneath the flag Of the homeland that he never had And dreamt a young man's dream of revolution He was brave at the barricades He was the firebrand who seized the day It was a young man's dream of revolution In the taverns the opinions flowed As freely as the ale and the wine Young men's dreams of revolution His was the loudest voice of all So unafraid to speak his mind About a young man's dream of revolution Did you see the vision through his eyes? Did you see the radiance in his mind? The young man's dream of revolution He stood before the crowd and cried The choice is fight or die For a young man's dream of revolution Now he sleeps beneath the flag Of the homeland that he never had And dreams a young man's dream of revolution He was brave at the barricades He was the firebrand who led the way To a young man's dream of revolution
3.
I call on the spirit of William We need another Jerusalem Another one better than this one This one is undone This one is all done Upon being informed of our nation's decline The government frontbenchers all laughed Until the balaclava boys came bursting in To give them an early bloodbath Now there's no politicians To politicise No authority To authoritorise You must self help yourself to help yourself To the things that you once used to buy The price is very right At £0.00p The hand in the till thrill Is adrenalin intense Take it from the system You've learned to resent Take it from the twisters Who've always been bent But make yourself scarce On Uneasy Street at the very first sign of the dusk Because that's when shadowy Sheeranesque figures All come out to busk Strumming on the bricks That they'd love to throw Through supermarket windows Light up that rag Lift up that bottle And throw throw throw... It's Crystal Night revisited At Asset Stripped UK Limited Insecurity guards desert their posts They can't hold back the tide of scarf faced ghosts Holding up the bricks That they love to throw Through supermarket windows Light up that rag Lift up that bottle And throw throw throw... Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before Because there is no law at all No there is no law In the sink estate concrete forest Robin Hoodie is blowing his horn Him and his not so merry men Will make the rich wish they'd never been born Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before Because there is no law at all No there is no law The smell of smoldering banknotes The heat of molten diamonds As the normally placid cattle Turn psychotically violent They trample Farmer Giles to death Then moove on to whoever's next Ermentrude has had a change of mood Her peaceful meadows are all ablaze No cowboy can stop the mad stampede The hooves of vengeance are coming this way They trample all the farmers to death And then moove on to whoever's next Am I next? Are you next? Try to send a text Warn whoever's next Send a warning text But there's no signal No service No coverage No hope No TV No radio No internet No joke Should we grab the kids Should we grab the pets Before the heavy metal crows Come to tear up our nest Should we flee, babies, you and me Run from the young guns of anarchy Shall we grab what few possessions we can And load up this abandoned ice cream van Shall we make our great escape Should we be the ones that get away But the paradise where The bread could be equally shared The paradise where Nobody has to be scared Where the ruins Could all rise up repaired Is under our feet Is everywhere If we can find the heart to build a new Jerusalem This desecrated ground on which we stand Could be a new promised land In this the hour of our nation's collapse Many a nerve may totally snap So either put on your Guy Fawkes mask Or run for the pills and don't come back But some will stay to try to Build another Jerusalem Enlightened minds and creative hands Will build a new promised land I call on the spirit of William We need another Jerusalem Another one, better than this one This one is undone This one is all done
4.
Where are you big man? Where have you gone? We miss your dirty stories We miss your sacred songs But the last time I ever hugged you There seemed far less of you to hold The one thing left of the giant you were Was your wild gypsy soul In exile from the kingdom of Fife Always on the wanderer's road On constant psychotic overdrive More than human for every show The last time I ever hugged you There seemed far less of you to hold The one thing left of the giant you were Was your crazy acid soul Stomping your foot on a board And plucking and pulling on the strings Of Doc Watson's battered old Gallagher As your voice gave your poems their wings The last time I ever hugged you There seemed far less of you to hold The one thing left of the giant you were Was your eternal warrior soul Are you deep in some secret forest With a hundred grieving men Or in some lonely dressing room With triple vodkas for your friends The last time I ever hugged you There seemed far less of you to hold The one thing left of the giant you were Was your beautiful shining soul Play it again for Sir Larry Jamming good with Nick and Tony The first round of drinks are on Scots John And we'll all be joining you before too long The last time I ever hugged you There seemed far less of you to hold The one thing left of the giant you were Was your Celtic hard man soul Where are you big man? Where have your gone? We miss your dirty stories We miss your sacred songs
5.
The gentle friend I met on the long, long road Seemed to be going where I also longed to go No words or desires were spoken or expressed Through miles as companions we quietly progressed Onward Without Rest... On we walked through green Through nature's shifting themes Almost unseen Two figures on a screen Projections of our dreams Almost unseen Hearts that never quite arrive Still they try, still they try Horizon pouring into each eye Shall we fly? Shall we fly? Sun and moon machines Shine beams on where we've been Almost unseen Could we be redeemed By what this journey means Almost unseen It takes a fearless step or two To get to where you're really going to It takes a fearless step or three To get to where you really ought to be
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If you're seeking a religious experience One that you can have in a flash Love is a religious experience About the best one you can ever have We've all seen self righteous frowning condemnation But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh Life's not for frowning condemnation We weren't put on this earth to live like that Yet when you see the values that are valued Love seems such a controversial act It liberates us with its truth and beauty No wonder there are those that hold it back But there's no containing that great rebel spirit There's no way to contain a dream so vast It's speaking now to anyone who listens Bidding all to do its joyous task It's as simple as a snowflake or a teardrop Yet its ideas are so difficult to grasp It's more complicated than any computer Yet to feel its easy flow is all it asks Feel it with your lover and your children Feel it in whatever light it's cast Feel it in the crowd, in the city Feel it on a solitary path Not to give of it is selfish and so wasteful It's not the kind of treasure you amass It's the kind you give away with sweet abandon And that's the only way to get it back But some say that it's shameful, that it's sinful To be human, to be happy, to be free In their shrivelled hearts they call it sinful To live the way that loving ought to be We've all heard of hellfire condemnation But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh Life is not for hellfire condemnation We weren't put on this earth to live like that So if you're seeking a religious experience One that you can have in a flash Love is a religious experience About the best one you can ever have

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released December 24, 2013

Kevin Hewick: guitars (acoustic/electric/lap steel/bass) & vocals
Mark 'Flash' Haynes: drums (1, 3, 6)
Adam Ellis: drums/shakers/tambourine (2), djembe (6)

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Adam Ellis
January-October 2013 at Deadline Studios, Leicester, England

Music & lyrics by Kevin Hewick (c) 2013

Graphic design and CD tray photography by Jim Tetlow
Front cover photography by Kevin Hewick

Pink Box Records
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www.pinkboxrecords.com
www.kevinhewick.co.uk

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Kevin Hewick Leicester, UK

Kevin Hewick (born 4 February 1957, Leicester) is an English singer-songwriter who was an early member of the Factory Records roster. Today he is known for his recordings on Pink Box Records, an independent label based in Leicester, and his recent work with Venetian collective Unfolk. ... more

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