Dancing On A Volcano

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1.	Prelude 00:17	info	buy track
2.	Soho Rain 04:20	lyrics	buy track
She stands on the corner of the alleyway The last place to preserve the dream Memories of the people that she once ripped off The wallets pulled apart at the seams Memories of danger in a clouded haze But a home her heart would always remain in The last strains of neon that once lit her pain Reflected in the Soho rain now Reflected in the Soho rain The afternoons on Brewer Street, the coffee and pills The punters given useless keys The money mounted up to be dissolved on the fix From the dealers on Archer Street Cooled off in the casino then the exchange store Soaking up the pop culture this dream world spawned A squalid peace stilled her hazy mind as her heels crossed the drains Bathing in the Soho rain now Bathing in the Soho rain The humid air Encapsulates the magic and the dream The rain in her hair She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s seen She casts her eye around the corner onto Walkers Court Where the lights of the Revue Bar had shone Memories of the gangs who protected her life The strip bars that have come and gone The neon lights still linger in her eyes Friendly ghosts of addictions long overcome Serene celebration of the strength she’s gained Her tears mixed with the Soho rain now Her tears mixed with the Soho rain The humid air Encapsulates the magic and the dream The rain in her hair She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s… The humid air Encapsulates the magic and the dream The rain in her hair She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s seen Dreaming of the Soho rain now Dreaming of the Soho rain Bathing in the Soho rain now Bathing in the Soho rain
3.	The Sociopath 03:01	lyrics	buy track
I don’t like you but the whole world loves you My vision seems to be skewed They sing your praises, endorse your charm But I’m just repelled by you My brain is in disarray, my sanity cannot last In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath They celebrate you, the salt of the Earth They kiss the ground at your feet I cannot seem to conceal my revulsion It’s hard to be discreet Irrationality knows no bounds My thoughts are a mish-mash In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath What do you play with? Imagination What is it saving? Your reputation As you herd the sheep the flock will follow And they march blindly on like there’s no tomorrow They see the second coming of Jesus, I just see a scam If I force myself to like you my sanctity is damned Where actions seem to speak for themselves but reactions are mismatched We’re in the counterintuitive world of the sociopath Where criticism is silenced, opposition is stoned “The Emperor’s got no clothes on!” He sits happily on his throne We’ve got to keep the walls standing, his ego can’t collapse And threaten the counterintuitive world of the sociopath What do you play with? Imagination What is it saving? Bathing in the Soho rain now Bathing in the Soho rain The Sociopath I don’t like you but the whole world loves you My vision seems to be skewed They sing your praises, endorse your charm But I’m just repelled by you My brain is in disarray, my sanity cannot last In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath They celebrate you, the salt of the Earth They kiss the ground at your feet I cannot seem to conceal my revulsion It’s hard to be discreet Irrationality knows no bounds My thoughts are a mish-mash In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath What do you play with? Imagination What is it saving? Your reputation As you herd the sheep the flock will follow And they march blindly on like there’s no tomorrow They see the second coming of Jesus, I just see a scam If I force myself to like you my sanctity is damned Where actions seem to speak for themselves but reactions are mismatched We’re in the counterintuitive world of the sociopath Where criticism is silenced, opposition is stoned “The Emperor’s got no clothes on!” He sits happily on his throne We’ve got to keep the walls standing, his ego can’t collapse And threaten the counterintuitive world of the sociopath What do you play with? Imagination What is it saving? Your reputation As you herd the sheep the flock will follow And then they fall in line time after time like there’s no tomorrow My friends and acquaintances one by one keep falling for your act In my singular minority I will not join the pact How do I remain neutral and not proclaim myself a polymath? I’m thinking life seems so much easier for the sociopath Tell them the moon is made of cheese, they’ll gladly believe the lie How can it be so easy for the spider to lure the fly? In order to get by smoothly and not be Devil’s Advocate I’d say to Hell with decency, be a sociopath I’d say to Hell with decency, be a sociopath
4.	I Smashed The Looking Glass 05:09	lyrics	buy track
I stepped into the void of seduction The road to stardom, the hall of fame He stood there all mighty and proud He said “Come and be like me, we’ll rock ’em live and loud” I took his hand, stepped behind the glass The currency of my soul traded for high class “Be me and we’ll change the world together I’ll remake you anew and the power’s all yours” Years of loss, years of isolation Delusions of grandeur, self-aggrandization Years of exile on a self-made pedestal I don’t know what happened in between But I smashed the looking glass I smashed the looking glass And I don’t know what it was all about But by a damned fine effort I broke out I smashed the looking glass The great artiste, extraordinaire supreme “I’ll mould you in my image and fulfill your dreams” As the image distorted so did the world outside The world of the narcissist, the pool in which I’d hide I was lost as he’d sucked me dry Navigated the world with deaf ears and blind eyes A numbed-out mind in the mirror of the damned One of a billion victims of the same scam Lived in the mirror with the echoes of myself Exile of logic and mental health As the scratches showed beneath the polished facade There was only one way out So I smashed the looking glass I smashed the looking glass And I don’t know where I go from here on But it’ll beat the hell out of where I came from I smashed the looking glass And so I find myself alone Trying to make my way home Trying to brush away the dirt Move past the lies, past the hurt There’s a real world, I must get to know What’s worth my time and what’s for show Those mental dramas, that final crash Ashes to ashes, trash for trash Split personality, step outside Which is Jekyll, which is Hyde I’ll work it out as I leave behind That final cracked reflection In the shards of the looking glass I smashed the looking glass And I don’t know what it was all about But by a damned fine effort I broke out I smashed the looking glass I smashed the looking glass I smashed the looking glass I smashed the looking glass And I don’t know where I go from here on But it’ll beat the hell out of where I came from I smashed the looking glass
5.	The Hangers-On 04:38	lyrics	buy track
We love you for what you are You’re special to us because you’re a star We have everything you’ve ever done We stake our claim to your company No-one else can get past us We’re your bodyguards because we love you like no other You’re our claim to fame, you make our lives worthwhile You have to love us because we make your living We go everywhere we know you go We know everything about you You’re flattered by our love Spend time around us, we can show you off We’ll make you sing for us in public You’re our claim to fame, you make our lives worthwhile We’ll never let you go Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And God forbid you ever disagree Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And no wrong in us you ever will see We’ll dress ourselves in emperor’s new clothes Administrate your life The more boxes we tick, the less you can say no You owe us all your time We’ll befriend everyone close to you And bond with their families And to Hell with the ones who shun us They just don’t understand true love And if you ever tell us to go away You’ll pay the price with your reputation We’ll call you, text you, abuse you You’ll have no ground to stand on How could you do that to true lovers like us? You’d be lost without us You’re better safe than sorry, my girl We’ve staked the claim to your life blood Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And God forbid you ever disagree Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And no wrong in us you ever will see For every abusive message we send Our apology and flowers ensure no end You have no way of escaping us You’re bound to our loyalty The whole world knows our love for you We tell all our friends about you Aren’t you lucky to have us in your life? Don’t dream of escape, we’d never let you survive Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And God forbid you ever disagree Because we are the hangers-on But to the outside world we can do no wrong You’ll forever sing us your song And no wrong in us you ever will see We own your life
6.	Arandora Star 05:36	lyrics	buy track
They set sail on Arandora Star On a floating death trap of doom Exiled just for their native lands They were sent to a watery tomb By a ruler who feared the enemy within And they set sail on Arandora Star Seized from their beds in the night They posed no threat They came in peace They’d fled the forces of the Reich But the powers that be were like-minded And they set sail on Arandora Star Bound for prisons afar The guns were fired The blood was shed The blood on Churchill’s hands The guns were fired The blood was shed As they set sail on Arandora Star Shots rang out in the morning hours When a red cross could have kept them away As the ship went down the crew gave their lives So the prisoners could evacuate They worked in unison for the saving of lives But the papers told of pure brute force Animalistic survival fights Distorted the truth to blame the victims Portrayed compassion as spite For the media feared the enemy within Which was non-existent The guns were fired The blood was shed The blood on Churchill’s hands The guns were fired The blood was shed The guns were fired The blood was shed Bodies washed up on the Irish shore In impoverished communities Enemy nationals against their will Laid to rest in coastal villages Where they tend the graves of the dead to this day Now history’s written by those in power And their tireless media slaves They’d rather forget the Arandora Star And the people they sent to their graves But when prejudice strikes from the powers above Then let all races fight back as one The guns were fired The blood was shed The blood on Churchill’s hands The guns were fired The blood was shed
7.	Polished Decay 05:12	lyrics	buy track
There used to be a row of bars along this street Where the punks and the bikers would hang out and meet Music and communion were the order of the day They’d dance at night and sing the late hours away Then the council hiked the rents up and forced them all out Now there’s offices and business firms scattered about Expensive apartments pushed the culture away This street was a victim of the polished decay Polished Decay It’s on the streets today It’s the overriding factor of the urban age It’s vacant and it’s hollow But it’s here to stay So we might as well give in to the polished decay The sordid streets of Soho were the land of the free From the clip joints to the cabaret to the Colony The strangest creatures of the night in dark unity Were all brought together in the den of iniquity Now the neon signs have flashed their last The red lights are out The chainstores and the hipster bars are what it’s about Now they’re even trying to throw Tin Pan Alley away The district is succumbing to the polished decay Polished Decay It’s on the streets today It’s the overriding factor of the urban age It’s vacant and it’s hollow But it’s here to stay So we might as well give in to the polished decay Every place with character is being knocked down Every street looks like every other street in town Every town looks like every other town in the world Every place with any heart and soul is lost to the herd The wealthy elite dictates the one way of life If you don’t want to conform prepare yourself for strife Just like they stole the Indians’ land to create the USA They wipe us out, contaminate us with the polished decay Polished Decay It’s on the streets today It’s the overriding factor of the urban age It’s vacant and it’s hollow But it’s here to stay So we might as well give in to the polished decay Polished Decay It’s on the streets today It’s the overriding factor of the urban age It’s vacant and it’s hollow But it won’t go away So we’ll be damned if we surrender to the polished decay
8.	Hunter's Moon 06:14	lyrics	buy track
Hunter’s Moon The glimmer of streetlights Confused as to what’s within She made her promise They say that she lives in sin Has anyone heard this? I thought I had noticed That light in her window I thought I had noticed That movement in the shadows Did anyone see this? Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon The dollar bills, the scene of perfume Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright That look on her face as she slipped past the light Did anyone see this? I have a vague memory Of that last night in Venice Beach I remember her saying That she was going to be out of reach Did anyone hear this? I seem to recall Another man in the airport lounge Something in her cases Something she didn’t want found Did anyone find this? Perhaps someone found this? Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon The dollar bills, the scene of perfume Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright That look on her face as she slipped past the light Did anyone see this? Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon The dollar bills, the scene of perfume Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright That look on her face as she slipped past the light Names and faces like fragments of a dream The whispers in the hallway The sound of muffled screams The motel clerk who denied she’d been there The tracer bullet by a lock of her hair Did anyone see this? Has anyone heard this? Has anyone heard this? Has anyone heard this? Has anyone…?
9.	Faded Queen Of The Night 04:01	lyrics	buy track
She always turns the charm on So they’ll think she’s humble and strong Seems so charitable, down to earth She’s playing by her own sense of right and wrong Waxes lyrical with tales of the industry Flaunts her friendship with famous faces Namedrops by the bucketload While sucking up to the corporate aces But don’t you dare question her version of things You’ll be met with her venomous bite She’s the jaded old queen of the silver screen The faded queen of the night She’s got her yes men and women around her She loves her hangers-on full time Anyone who’ll convince her she’s still relevant Make excuses for her crimes Youth and beauty seem to be on her side While the screen test slowly decays Her fifteen minutes were up twenty years ago But to her mind she’s Doris Day But don’t you dare question her view of herself You may die from her venomous bite She’s the jaded old queen of the movie scenes The faded queen of the night She’s talking of that long-promised comeback But the airwaves broadcast radio silence Settling long forgotten scores from years ago With outbursts of verbal violence Repeats the same stories of her self-proclaimed glory On an alcoholic loop She’s the eternal glamour girl to her adoring cult They don’t care how low she stoops But you’ll know better than to mess with this immortal viperess Lest you succumb to her deadly bite She’s the jaded old queen of the silver screen The faded queen of the night Yes you’ll know better than to mess with this immortal viperess Lest you succumb to her deadly bite She’s the jaded old queen of the movie scenes The faded queen of the night
10.	Nights In Spanish Harlem 06:22	lyrics	buy track
Nights in Spanish Harlem I had to find refuge Searching for sanctuary Breathing in the fumes Smoking by the sidewalk Surrounded by the gloom Illuminated by the streetlight She led me to her room Nights in Spanish Harlem Low lamp, red rooms Swore me into silence Sealed my doom Soft breath, faded whispers Easily misled Executed every order There’s a bounty on my head Drifting down the river Swallowed by the dark Stranded under the moonlight Lights from nearby cars Stranded on First Avenue With one secret sin Vanished into obscurity Adopted a new skin Nights in Spanish Harlem I had to find refuge Searching for sanctuary Breathing in the fumes Smoking by the sidewalk Surrounded by the gloom Illuminated by the streetlight She led me to my doom Nights in Spanish Harlem The seventh deadly sin
11.	Heaven On High Street East 06:28	lyrics	buy track
He’s got last night’s domestic row Ringing in his head Told his friends he can’t stand to go home Because she fills him with dread When he arrives home Greets her with a smile and a kiss Let’s put the dinner on Aren’t we lucky to be living in bliss But he doesn’t like the way she’s chopping the onions Razes her to the ground With the venom of the death stalker scorpion She’s run off upstairs He spends the evening swilling his guts with the beer She comes down, says sorry, he bombs her with love Makes her feel revered And he says “Come over here my darling” Gets a selfie of the two of them together To show the social media world his heaven His heaven His heaven on Welcome to his personal heaven His heaven His heaven on High Street East He posts the first status update of this weekend Can’t wait to show it all off To all his beloved friends A photo of the latest nuts and bolts he’s obtained To put up another shelf in this blessed domain How impressive! Makes sure to centre the camera On the photo on the mantlepiece Of him and her on their first date Now she can’t shatter the peace Spends the whole afternoon berating her A two-hour monologue On how she’s letting him down On how she’s scaring the visitors off Spends the evening passed out inebriated It don’t matter as long as he’s endeavoured To show the social media world his heaven His heaven His heaven on Welcome to his personal heaven His heaven His heaven on High Street East Well she’s finally walked out She’d had enough Left him alone With all his debt and his drugs He drowns his woes, orders pizza, passes out Misses the delivery Because he’s an unconscious wreck on the couch Sounds off to mummy She sings his praise “You’re a messianic saint, besides she’ll be easy to replace” He goes to work, slogs for eight hours straight Shows the world that his paradise cannot possibly abate Just one day single but his dead-end job Is the epitome of heaven Social media, welcome to his heaven His heaven His heaven on Welcome to his personal heaven His heaven His heaven on High Street East His heaven His heaven on Welcome to his personal heaven His heaven His heaven on High Street East Welcome to his heaven His heaven on Welcome to his heaven Social media Welcome to his heaven You might be lost, but he has found his heaven His heaven on Welcome to his heaven Social media Welcome to his heaven On the tenth level depth of Hell
12.	The Tatterdemalions 03:16	lyrics	buy track
The touch of skin, the deadliest sin He’s purified under the lock In the tower he’ll stay, scrape up earth every day From the grave in which he shall rot As they hide away, to live is to decay Virtue leads to the fate of Job Their bodies enmeshed in pleasures of the flesh ‘Til they’re exposed and brought down by the mob Abiding like fools to their punitive rules Don’t deny the freedom of vice The bricks and mortar of existential slaughter If you think they’ll hold me then think twice The hung, drawn and quartered of London Town We’re lost but far from alone There’s no shame to be bound to this destitute ground Among the Tatterdemalions

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This is the debut album from Weimar

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released June 24, 2022

The players:

John Armstrong - Bass guitar, backing vocals
Aidan Cross - Vocals, lyrics, rhythm guitar
Anthony 'Eddy' Edwards - Drums, percussion
Johann Kloos - Lead guitar, keyboards, clarinet, recorder
Stephen Sarsen - Lead guitar, backing vocals

Also featuring:

Bob Dinn - trumpet and flugelhorn on The Sociopath
Finola - Sax on Soho Rain, Polished Decay and Hunter's Moon
Chris Guest - Keyboards on Soho Rain and Faded Queen Of The Night
Loop-Aznavour - Theremin on I Smashed The Looking Glass
Susan O'Shea - Keyboards on The Hangers-On

Produced by Adam Crossley and Chris Guest
Cover Art by Brian Gorman
Logo Design by Jim Cattell

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Vibratone Studios, Manchester

All songs: Armstrong/Cross/Edwards/Kloos/Sarsen

Weimar would like to thank:

Debz Clarke, Mark Eastwood, Lissa Vrtjak, Rose Niland, Brian Gorman, Bob Osborne, Ian Moss, John Montague, Dave Monck, Nick Gadman, Ian Rothwell, Zac Peach, Stephen Doyle, Nicky Clifford, Em Ryder, Sara Campbell-Kelly, Dave Hammond, Emily Oldfield, Nikos Pavlou, Nigel Carr, Brian Benson, Timothy Lyons, Dorota Niesłuchowska, Kelvin James Leigh, Stephen Armstrong, Tommy Grant, Janet Armstrong, Sarah-leigh Walton, Barry Walton, Steve Kelly...
and all who've supported us along the way.

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Aidan Cross- vocals, rhythm guitar
Stephen Sarsen- lead guitar
John Armstrong- bass
Anthony Edwards- drums

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Cologne, Germany

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