Rage in Heaven

by Dark Company

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1.
Sacrifice 04:48
SACRIFICE Sand blown up from the desert makes faces on the wall Endless beach of sunset holds me in its thrall And I can’t seem to sleep or wake from this dream And I can’t seem to find what anything means I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep Crowds that have but one head stumble around the town Opinions of the Doctor say that Heaven’s lost its crown And I can’t seem to walk, or talk of what I wish And I can’t seem to see the reason for a kiss I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep Fumes snake across my ceiling, the writing is so plain Surely someone tomorrow will see I’m not to blame I can’t seem to move or undo this knot And I can’t seem to use what it is that I’ve got I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep I just watch the world throw away what I keep Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
2.
Medicines 03:17
MEDICINES I can see that dark-set face Hands crawl by fingering fate Parsely, sage, rosary of time Herbs to heal the modern mind A wounded lover with a clockspring heart Hears not the Heavens only metal stars Drinks the liquor of certain flowers Is released from lust to count the hours There inside a secret garden There inside a secret garden Night’s sweet hush is for us all No creeping thing is too small Wings and webs a mottled map Dawn will take the empties back A solo soldier with a gunmetal head Hears only the music of the marching dead Drinks the liquor of certain flowers Is released from lust to count the hours There inside a secret garden There inside a secret garden Writhing vines climb the hill Where we stand so very still Columbine perfumed dark The whitest flowers an eternal spark A parish priest with a Bibled mouth Speaks unnoticed of God and Doubt Drinks the liquor of certain flowers Is released from lust to count the hours There inside a secret garden There inside a secret garden Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
3.
Stimulants 03:32
STIMULANTS Technicolour clouds, soft sun melting by Hysterical intrusions through the heavy sky Mile high smiles, chemical kissing games Solo dawns, all the very same And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again Darkened shadows, bare light breaking down Danceable solutions echo from the ground Carpetbaggers overload the town Shifting faces set into a frown And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all coming round again And it’s all Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
4.
Golden Eye 04:50
GOLDEN EYE Somebody’s leaning on my “Mine’n’Me” monitor Breaking off the flow from the floor I’ve got such a laid back character With much less it gives me more Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Tarbaby’s smiling at my old thermometer Cutting up on my peace pipe smoke I got such a rare disease I just can’t quite see the joke Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Sitting down there on my checkerboard chair Wasting away the hot house hours I can see the back of the scenery Wrapped around with them Nightshade flowers Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Corporation cleaning on my sleepy nite streets Sweeping up the dust of the day I got such a carefree stare You won’t think I care what you say Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Living inside a golden eye Living inside an eye-yi-yi Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
5.
TERMINAL ROAD Flares burning, night stars turning The jugglers and the clowns of the circus are returning And the ghost of the hunter doesn’t stay any longer He’s killed all the old things to make himself younger Smoke rolling, red fires melting The kings and the clerks of the money streets are running And the sign of the soldier has been eaten by a creature The world doesn’t need violence for a teacher Here on Terminal Road We’re on Terminal Road Here on Terminal Road We’re on Terminal Road Lamps bleeding, rain clouds twisting The mechanics and the mayors of the small towns are missing And the mark of the beast is getting much clearer It’s right up close and getting weirder and weirder Flags flowing, colour fields glowing The jokers and the knights of the past are cloning And the shadows of the moon paint darkened faces With a mere mirrored light that midnight chases Here on Terminal Road We’re on Terminal Road Here on Terminal Road We’re on Terminal Road Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
6.
Spoiler 03:48
SPOILER We knelt and prayed by the Walls of Wind Sinners that have lost the will to sin An army of the wild-eyed and the lost Itching with the truth and what it cost We looked through all the cracks in Heaven’s walls Mankind in there he looked so very small We stood and walked to the Doors of Light Artists that have left their canvas white A sweet crowd of the haunted and the damned With knowledge of the Sea and of the Land. We looked through all the cracks in Heaven’s walls Mankind in there he looked so very small We sat and talked with the Gods of Sound Fighters that have put their weapons down A regiment that’s fixed and now is free Blinded with the fact that we can see We looked through all the cracks in Heaven’s walls Mankind in there he looked so very small We slept and thought of the Holy Ghost Sailors that dreamt only of the coast A navy of ships that had one name Captained by Fortune’s brother, Fame We looked through all the cracks in Heaven’s walls Mankind in there he looked so very small Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
7.
Lookin' Bad 03:09
LOOKIN’ BAD Lookin’ bad, tricky and sad Smile came in with what he had The dark-faced Joker makes you pine for love Even though you know you’ve got enough Brewin’ a storm, sticky and warm The dress she wears says “You’d best be gone!” What she got in mind for the midnite hour Is you, sweet boy, for a night-time flower It’s lookin’ bad, lookin’ bad Oh, oh, oh, it’s lookin’ bad Ringin’ the bell, can’t see too well I can tell there’s trouble by the smokey smell Your fine friend the Doctor’s a-fading fast If you’ve got a wish you’d better make it your last Take your hand while you can, Keep it well away from the Monkey Man I know lots of habits that can make you cold But there isn’t any cure for growing old It’s lookin’ bad, lookin’ bad Oh, oh, oh, it’s lookin’ bad Walkin’ around facin’ the ground Shot away Sugar’s in the Lost and Found Lucky Charm Loser’s changed another face Emotional Cripple’s come to take your place You’ve got to run, leave it undone Eros got his arrow notched on ‘stun’ Gotta be the last time you empty out your face Or some Easy Rider Sheriff’s gonna get on your case It’s lookin’ bad, lookin’ bad Oh, oh, oh, it’s lookin’ bad It’s lookin’ bad, lookin’ bad Oh, oh, oh, it’s lookin’ bad Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
8.
UNDER THE HILL Now we are under Aubrey’s hill Mannequins holding time so still I’m alone beneath the trees and then I move Gliding on the ice of Winter’s mood I sit and wonder like a dove Three dreams from Heaven are enough I’m angry by the lake and then I walk Lean against the walls and hear them talk I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be Until time and times are done No gold apples ripen in the sun I’m careless by the sea and then I fly Shell pressed to my ear, it whispers “Why?” I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be In sorrow there is no reward Salt tears turn into a sword I’m free beneath the Moon and then I dance With joy in every slyly sideways glance I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be I’m alone beside myself and never see What everybody else says I should be Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.
9.
The Forger 02:46
THE FORGER Never missed a chance to make A lighter look, a happy fake So the masterpiece it was forged A different name can’t make it more So it’s short in antique years Do you like what you see and hear Or are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Never walked a crooked mile That stayed so straight all the while So the picture didn’t fit the view Though the TV man said: “Yes, it do!” It’s more paste than precious gem Good enough for a close-up friend Or are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Never missed a time to lie Just to see a gem-bright eye So the real emotion it was false But you can’t be nobody else So reality it isn’t real Then what you see is what you steal Or are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Or are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Are you some scientific son? If it don’t measure up do you come undone? Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1991.
10.
LAST TRAIN TO HEAVEN It’s the last train to Heaven And this is Midnite calling Sleep slipped out the window To where the stars are falling And the Sandman points a finger And the shadows begin their crawling This is the last train to Heaven And this is Midnite calling How many miles to Babalon? Three score mile and ten… Will I get there by candlelight? Yes, and back again… And the Joker shuts his eyes And the dream begins to end This is the last train to Heaven And it won’t call again Well, it’s the last train to Heaven And this is Midnite calling Moonlight minds the night time Rides while day is walking Lights the way to Paradise And dawn lets in the morning It’s the last train to Heaven And this is Midnite calling How many miles to Babalon? Three score mile and ten… Will I get there by candlelight? Yes, and back again… And the Joker shuts his eyes And the dream begins to end This is the last train to Heaven And it won’t call again Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1992.

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Beautiful dark lyrics, evocative soaring guitars and thumping sequenced rhythms and synths - this was the forerunner of The Prodigy, but darker and hazier.

Most of this album was made during the summer and autumn of 1992 with the finishing touches being applied in the spring of 1993.

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released May 29, 1993

Recorded, engineered, produced and mixed at Silent Running Studios, Exeter, 1992-3. Original artwork and photography by Marcus Podilchuk. Design by Wud Records.

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