Pram Filmography

• Kraft (2005)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pram - John & Mary
• Loose Threads - Pram
• Goodbye - Pram
• Distant Islands - Pram
• Crooked Tiles - Pram
• Bewitched - Pram
• Three Wild Georges - Pram
• Paper Hats - Pram
• The Owl Service - Pram
• The Mermaids' Hotel - Pram
• The Archivist - Pram
• Serpentine - Pram
• Penny Arcade - Pram
• The Pawnbroker - Pram

The year has passed like a snake on a lawn
You could reach for its tail and in a moment it's gone
Out from the shadows a dream opens wide
Like a light from a star that already has died
The woman held her daughters' hands (a lucky penny in the well)
And sang them songs of distant lands (the ocean in this hollow shell)
The pram cut loose away it floats
Their song will never reach these boats
For eighteen years I have studied the way
But I see no more clear and my hair is still grey
If someone asked me just what I have found
I would point to the heaven, I'd point to the ground
The moonbeams dancing on the lake (the snow fell silent soft and white)
I've heard their sound it's yours to take (a halo 'round the amber light)
The pram cut loose away it floats
Their song will never reach these boats
I sat upon the master's chair to wait
Caught in the midnight sky,
The moon would silver everything:
Head up, eyes straight
The lamplight burning, the staircase is steep
And the children are noisy so no one can sleep
The wind is rising, a train whistle moans
I am clapping my hands and I'm coming back home
One room, one bed, one jar, one bowl (the starlings perched along a wire)
There's not a single house I know (the poachers huddled 'round the fire)
The pram cut loose away it floats
Their song will never reach these boats
The grand dream palace as the hour grew late
Caught in the midnight sky, the moon would silver everything:
Head up eyes straight (a lonely wife lets you get away)
Head up eyes straight (and things won't always be this way)
Head up eyes straight (if you don't like it we won't stay)

Something's gone and something's over
You put the pieces of yourself together
Put them all into a suitcase
Wait for the next man, wait for the next place
You think there?s a better a place for you
Where everything will be brand new
And there you'll find yourself safe again
You won't make the same mistakes again
All your anger and misgivings
Tie your shoes up, polish your mask
But all your anger and misgivings
Makes you tattered round the edges
You think there?s a better a place for you
Where everything will be brand new
And there you'll find yourself safe again
You won't make the same mistakes again
Next time someone comes along
Gets close enough to pull a loose thread
All of you comes crashing down
And there you are back where you started
You think there?s a better a place for you
Where everything will be brand new
And there you'll find yourself safe again

Only the night can touch me and I'll feel it anymore
Only the night can kiss me and I'll feel it anymore
When the night whispers to me, I long for the day
When daylight bleaches my dreams, I long for the night
No one teaches you how to say goodbye
You could react to it as calmly as you would
Watch an aeroplane crossing the blue summer sky
No one teaches you how to say goodbye
No one teaches you how to say goodbye
In my dreams the grave robbers fill their pockets up with
goods
Credit cards, the dead mens numbers, and their watches,
their lost time
When the night whispers to me, I long for the day
When daylight bleaches my dreams, I long for the night
No one teaches you how to say goodbye
You could react to it as calmly as you would
Watch an aeroplane crossing the blue summer sky
No one teaches you how to say goodbye

I hesitate to say what I mean as my mind is full of doubt
I hesitate to say what I mean as I might leave something
Words make remote objects of us
Distant islands in an ocean of sound
Words can make strangers of lovers
Disconnected by meanings they've found
One word can turn your world upside down
Silences can act like a wall
Keep the space round me empty
But silence can sometimes say more
About what things mean for me
Words make remote objects of us
Distant islands in an ocean of sound
Words can make strangers of lovers
Disconnected by meanings they've found

The sky keeps on weeping
The sun is sleeping
Don't wake the moon
The light would show the cracks in her face
The earth on its ancient last legs
Wobbles round the sun
Like a drunk around a lamp post
And I shut my mouth sore from cursing
And my eyes that are tired of seeing
If I could shake off this feeling
Of being guilty for living
Of never doing what others wanted
Of simply being inconvenient
Then suddenly the sun could warm me
To the marrow of my skeleton
My mind could ride the breezes

no one ever said my life wasn't free
or openly declared war on me
but a child's a radar for signals from above
how to get or not get love
they use the ether to bewitch us

Sound that comes from the upstairs room
Is like the sound of my stranded heart
The sound of something alive and afraid
Is like my stranded heart
Helpless bird, beat on in vain
Beat out your life on the windowpane
Remember the sun, remember the light
And the freedom of flight
Afraid of the shadows of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free
Afraid of the snares of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free
Helpless bird, beat on in vain
Beat out your life on the windowpane
Remember the sun, remember the light

When the strangest fictions turn out to be the truth
It's the so called storyteller has the burden of the
proof
Every year she throws a party for the man she says had
Took her mind away
They both wear paper hats and there's a jelly shaped like
a rabbit
On a plate
I would not risk killing love
My words would leave a trail of blood
(x2)
She looks for one reason for why she's acting strange
And she blames the seasons for her behaviour change
Tell the one you love the things they want to hear though
you might betray yourself
And keep faith with the family, the scientists, the
chemicals
On your bathroom shelf
I would not risk killing love
My words would leave a trail of blood

the road is long and made of sand and grit
the trees loom up against the sky
the turnip moon makes a song of the lake
and all I know is heartache
the night is a tender velvet cloak
lined in mist, edged in starlight
the waters rise and threaten to drown the shore
a boat to cross the water what I long for
animals, darkness and trees

the only cloud I see
is the steam trail from the plane
a number station sings a sub-aquatic refrain
a history of ice rejoins the ocean again
and the girl from sunshine land
now lives in the rain
only the fish can live

As the clocks so solemnly declare it
Strike each single hour down without malice
Nothing lasts long, nothing stays in place
You find you can't recall things as you wanted
And no photographs can hold the image
Nothing lasts long, nothing stays in place
Imperfect archivist, you're only human
Although you wish to savour all that you can
You won't live as long as you think you will
You'll find yourself betrayed by your own body
As what you know to be yourself is murdered
By times progress through each single cell
Hold on to the chances you took
You can only make it if you
Don't let minutes and seconds past you
Don't let times perspective throw you

Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day
Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper
As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself
As if I were weighted down with lead
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid
Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter
As if they conspired to conceal from me
The secret of my gloom
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight

There's a place that we all know
It's the word where dreamers go
And whether its fulled with colours
Or it's black and white
People go to visit
If it's day or night
A private life the dreamer leads
No guidebook to the world of dreams
And whether it's flled wit horrors
Or it's warm and bright
People go to visit

As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the
in-laws
And went to buy the things that I'd put in the pawnshop
window
And you took them home, locked them away
My heart and soul, like china in display
I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window
But where my things had been there was nothing but a
shadow
And I became yours as you held the key
My heart and soul no longer belong to me
So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear
And stitch and mend your life up wherever there's a tear
I repay the debt, so one day you'll owe me