All words and music © Kyle Fiske
False Horizons
This ancient desert stretches out ahead
My rifle’s gone and the squad is dead
How did I end up in this tight spot?
Now my water’s gone and the sun is hot
Now I’ve been watching and I can’t decide
If it’s real or just in my mind
Now I’ve been watching and I have to act
Can’t let myself get sidetracked
False horizons are waiting up ahead
False horizons to fool me once again
Out to sea and the ship is tossed
The satellite signal has been lost
I think I heard what the captain said
There might be an island up ahead
Back to Earth coming in from space
The panels are fried as the orbit decays
Wish I could think of just what to say
And Major Tom has started to pray
Fields of Youth
Once upon a life ago, new horizons spread out wide
Believe and it’s possible, a voice called from the mountainside
Dreams that used to last all day, summers than would never end
All the world was in our hands, more time than we could ever spend
Fields of youth, where we would run through golden days
But now time is truth, and we know the price we have to pay for those
Fields of youth, underneath a blue sky
When all roads were new and always led to some great prize
Now I drive this haunted way, like I’ve done a thousand times
In the mirror I can see the lights, lost patrol coming up behind
They pass me at high speed, through the night on a radio call
To the scene of a day gone bad, where another soul stumbles and falls, too far from those
Phantoms will all give way, in the light of the morning sun
Echoes of a distant past, and new shining days to come
Some strange light up ahead beckoning , like a forgotten dream
I hear a song on the radio, now big music played still calls to me
Getaway Plan
I went over the list for the hundredth time
I ran through it all again in my mind
Well I’ve planned for years, and now it’s time to go, go
I’ll be in and out before they ever know
You know my getaway plan was made for two
You know my getaway plan included you.
You know we could have had a brilliant time
You know we could have had our golden days
Now it all went down just like I said
Some guy got hurt, but no one’s dead
Now I’m waiting for you in our secret place
But you’ve disappeared now, without a trace
Gold New Fall Sky
You stand in silhouette against the autumn sky
Like some photograph from a gilded age gone by
Oh, time is slow now here today
No words that we could ever say
We travel familiar roads and they lead us somewhere new.
Under a gold new fall sky
Caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea
Out of the shadows and into the light of day
Phantoms all around us in this digital age
Now you light the spark that kindles up the flame
Cup your hands and breathe life into it again
Oh, from the sea to the city lights
A flickering lamp in the night
To shine across the fields where we used to run
And now the leaves have turned to gold and brilliant red
Like moving pictures that are rushing round your head
Oh, we try to understand
The time that slips right through our hands
But I will remember you in all the coming days
The Greatest Gift
Told in a vision that she was with child
Kind, loyal Joseph stood by Mary’s side
To Bethlehem from Galilee
They traveled that winding road faithfully
Three traveled in from far Eastern lands
Wise men with gifts for the Son of Man
Frankincense, Myrrh and shining gold
To witness the truth of glory foretold
They came upon shepherds and lo did they find
On hay in a manger lay mother and child
King of all men while just a babe
He broke all the chains that would keep us slaves
Now when you raise a glass with good cheer
Warm by the fire with your loved ones near
Remember those still cold in the night
And welcome them in with His candlelight
Under a star, shining so bright
He was born on this winter’s night
In a town called Bethlehem
The Greatest Gift was given to men
A choir of angels singing on high
Brought tears of joy to the shepherds’ eyes
In a town called Bethlehem
The Greatest Gift was given to men
Haunting
Now I wander through the halls just listening for the sound
Of your footsteps on the staircase lightly creaking down
I hear a noise and I turn, all my senses keen
Then I remember that you’ve gone away
And there’s no one left in this house but me
You showed me Eden, and then you left me wanting
Here in this empty house that you’re still haunting
I walk out to the sea to watch the waves come crashing in
And as the sun begins to fade, with all the shadows’ creeping sin
Your voice calls in the tallest trees, twisting, bending with the wind
And as the clouds fly overhead (so low), my own house of Usher crashes in
Her Silver Pin
Where the winter light comes through the trees
I hold the gift that she gave to me
Made by hand in a different time
We don’t understand all the things we find
I walk alone under this sky
And the trees around reach up so high
Evergreens dusted with snow
Who knows where all our time goes?
Was it only yesterday, or a hundred years ago?
That she went away on a jet plane, and all she left with me
Was her silver pin…
Sometimes I drive where we used to go
By the old town hall and the church steeple
She made this place into a wonderland
And me a king as she took my hand
I wander down to the edge of the sea
The cold ocean rains falls over me
I turn my coat up against the wind
Who can say what tomorrow brings?
I’ll Be Your King Tomorrow
Once upon a time on strange highway
A sign said “Canadian border—10 miles away”
I was running on empty, and the day was fading fast
I pulled into this nameless town, the kind you’d probably drive past
Main street was like I’d stepped back to 1959
I saw “Blue Star Hotel” flickering on an old neon sign
I pulled up in front of this once-grand hotel
It looked kind of quiet and warm, and it cast a friendly spell
I walked into what must have been the old ballroom
I got a beer and then I heard someone humming the strangest tune
I turned around and saw him at a table all alone
He had a bottle of whiskey and it was halfway gone
I raised my glass and nodded, and he said “hey friend, come over here”
I sat down and we got to talking about our yesteryears
He said he’d fought in the desert wars, and he’d sailed around the world
But the best day he ever had was when he met that girl
He sang “I’ll be your king tomorrow, it got late fast today”
“I’ll be your king tomorrow, honey—just give me one more chance”
He said “I promised her I’d give her the world with my own two hands”
“But things have a funny way of working out different than you planned”
He said “Most everything I tried came out all wrong”
He said “I heard she’s been doing a lot better since I’ve been gone”
Once upon a time on a strange highway
I met a man I call a friend, though I never got his name
He said most everything he tried came out wrong
And every now and then I find myself singing his song
I’ll be your king tomorrow…..
In Your Shadow
Well I’ve walked around for too long in your shadow
Yeah I’ve walked around for too long in your shadow
Well I won’t fight any more of your battles
I’m riding off now, tall in the saddle
And I’ll never spend another day in your shadow
Now I’ve stumbled round for too long in your shadow
I’ve been deceived for too long in your shadow
Well I won’t fly your flag into battle
And I’ll never spend another day in your shadow
Now I’ve crawled around for too long in your shadow
Yeah I’ve been cheated for too long in your shadow
Well I won’t fight any more of your battles
I’m riding off now tall in the saddle
And I’ll never spend another day in your shadow
Irina
Now we wander again, where the shadows of our dreams remain
Drifting through the days, until they call us back once again
Irina—your new day rises up again, Irina
Irina—I see you where you’ve always been, Irina
No we wander again to catch a glimpse of the fleeting show
The acrobats all shine, and tumble round under the falling snow
Irina
It throws you off to see, in the photographs we begin to move
I see you smile again, and there’s no way now we’ll ever lose
Irina—your shadows fade in the melting snow, Irina
Irina---with you it’s always the strangest show, Irina
I Used to Know That Town
Back in the halcyon days, in a city that was far away
Wonders of days gone by, the old world was so alive
Things that we’d only read about were there before our eyes
Walkman and the NME, Danes and friends so kind
I used to know that town
Now it’s not the same
I used to know that town
It’s different today
Things have changed
Someday
I’ll go back again
They meet at a small café, to wonder what they’re allowed to say
Talk of books and picture shows, blasphemy and videos
Then shots ring out from the street, broken glass and bullets sprayed
The gunman makes his getaway; more films that will not be made