"Blackest Eyes" was Arielle's favourite Porcupine Tree song. Arielle Daniel was a 17-years-old blue eyed girl from Oak Creek (Wisconsin). She was a big PT fan and founded PT's group on Myspace. Particularly, Arielle was an extraordinarily talented photographer, who loved to make unconventional photos of everything surrounded her. On the 12th November, 2005, Arielle was taking photos over the railroad together with her close friend, Heather Bates, who was 14 at that time.
Accidentally, an incoming train killed them.
"Way Out of Here" video, directed by danish photographer and film-maker Lasse Hoile, is dedicated to Arielle's memory, as stated by Steve Wilson in Milwaukee (Wisconsin) on 2nd June, 2007, to her family during a PT's show:
Out at the train tracks I dream of escape But a song comes onto my iPod And I realize it's getting late
I can't take the staring And the sympathy And I don't like the questions, "How do you feel? How's it going in school? We know you want to talk about it..."
Way out, way out of here Fade out, wait up ahead
And I'm trying to forget you And I know that I will In a thousand years Or maybe a week
Burn all your pictures Cut out your face The shutters are down And the curtains are closed And I've covered my tracks Disposed of the car
And I'm trying to forget Even your name And the way that you look When you're sleeping, dreaming of this
A mother sings a lullaby to a child Sometime in the future the boy goes wild And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy
A walk in the woods and I will try Something under the trees that made you cry It's so erotic when your make up runs
I got wiring loose inside my head I got books that I never ever read I got secrets in my garden shed I got a scar where all my urges bled I got people underneath my bed I got a place where all my dreams are dead Swim with me into your blackest eyes
A few minutes with me inside my van Should be so beautiful if we can I'm feeling something taking over me
in a word to the wisdom tooth to tell, or not the truth so open up and say ahh-men rinse cup, then spit again
forked tongue in double speak pretty soon you just might spring a leak inhale before you begin your iron lung's a bag of wind
there's a fire in the hole fire in the hole there's a fire in the hole, fire
sweet 'n' sour, filiblister faucet pouring, fresh 'n' bitter come on smile and say cheese on a count of three got a mindful of decavities
chew your words, lest you choke you better watch your mouth wash it out with soap tongue tied in a tangled web your bile inside better left unsaid
there's a fire in the hole fire in the hole there's a fire in the hole, fire
rudder of ship, which sets the course does not the bit, bridle the horse great is the forest, set by a small flame like a tongue on fire, no one can tame
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much already said You'd better give up hoping You're better off in bed You don't need much to speak of No class, no wit, no soul Forget you own agenda Get ready to be sold I feel now like Christine Keeler Sleepwaking in the rain I didn't mean to lose direction I didn't want that kind of fame (Take your hands off my land) Credit me with some intelligence (if not just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) And even though I got it all now My only stupid dream I see you and me together And how it should have been I remember piano lessons Now everything seems clear You waiting under streetlights For dreams to disappear
Hey you, wake up, get yourself together yeah you, so you think you made it better 'cause you know it's coming at you While your back is turned Look too long and I can't help you So clear your head, find a way home Better make up your mind
First you say that you will Then you say you won't Well I'm just trying to figure Try and figure you out
How long can this go on Tell me what is wrong And maybe there's a way That we can work it out
There must be some kind of way That we can make it right But I, I just can't do it all Without you, without you
Hey fool, wise up, better late than never Yeah you, you know that nothing lasts forever Nobody ever told you that your Time is running out Too bad and I can't help you
How long can this go on Tell me what is wrong And maybe there's a way That we can work it out
There must be some kind of way That we can make it right But I, I just can't do it all Without you, without you
The point i'm trying to make You got to give more than you take You gotta give, give more than you take Gotta, gotta, gotta work it out
Long ago and far away in a different age When I was a dumb young guy Fossilized photos of my life then Illustrate what an easy prey I must have been Standing in the sun, idiot savant Something like a monument I’m a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones
Ignorance has alway been something I excel in Followed by naivete and pride Doesn’t take a scientist to see how Any clever predator could have a piece of me Standing in the sun, idiot savant Something like a monument I’m a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones
When I look back on the past It’s a wonder I’m not yet extinct All the mistakes and bad judgements I made Nearly pushed me to the brink It doesn’t pay to be too nice It’s the one thing I have learned Still, I made my fossil bed Now I toss and turn
Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o'er me Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me
Only love Can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky Only love Can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O'er me
On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool cool rain I can't sleep and I lay and I think The night is hot and black as ink Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain
Sunlight coming through the haze No gaps in the blinds To let it inside The bed is unmade, Some music still plays
TV, yeah it's always on The flicker on the screen A movie actress screams I'm basking the shit flowing out of it
I'm stoned in the mall again Terminally bored Shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing
X-Box is a god to me A finger on the switch My mother is a bitch My father gave up ever trying to talk to me
Don't try engaging me The vaguest of shrugs The prescription drugs You'll never find a person inside
My face is Mogadon Curiosity has given up on me I'm tuning out desires The pills are on the rise
How can I be sure I'm here? The pills that I've been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees that There's nothing left, I simply am not here
I'm through with pornography The acting is lame The action is tame Explicitly dull Arousal annulled
Your mouth should be boarded up Talking all day with nothing to say Your shallow proclamations All misinformation
My friend says he wants to die He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam Their clothes are all black The music is crap
In school I don't concentrate And sex is kinda fun, but just another one Of all the empty ways of using up the day
How can I be sure I'm here? The pills that I've been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees that There's nothing left, I simply am not here
Bipolar disorder Can't deal with this boredom Bipolar disorder Can't deal with this boredom
You don't try to be liked You don't mind You feel no sun You steal a gun To kill time
You're somewhere You're nowhere You don't care You catch the breeze You still the leaves So now where?
You're such an inspiration for the ways That I'll never ever choose to be Oh so many ways for me to show you How the savior has abandoned you Fuck your God Your Lord and your Christ He did this Took all you had and Left you this way Still you pray, you never stray Never taste of the fruit You never thought to question why
It's not like you killed someone It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side Praise the one who left you Broken down and paralyzed He did it all for you He did it all for you
Oh so many many ways for me to show you How your dogma has abandoned you Pray to your Christ, to your god Never taste of the fruit Never stray, never break Never---choke on a lie Even though he's the one who did this to you You never thought to question why
Not like you killed someone It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side Talk to Jesus Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you..
threw you the obvious... and you flew with it on your back a name in your recollection down among a million same difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over... when i've looked right through to see you naked and oblivious... and you don't see me but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel... eyes of a tragedy and here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded but i see see through it all see through see you cause i threw you the obvious just to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy oh well oh well apparently nothing apparently nothing at all you don't, you don't, you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't see me you don't see me at all
How are things on the west coast? I hear you're moving real fine You wear those shoes like a dove Now strut those shoes we go roaming in the night Well how are things on the west coast? You keep it moving to your soul's delight Now I've tried the brakes I tried but you know it's a lonely ride How are things the west coast? Oh I'd move heaven behind those eyes
Today my heart swings Yeah today my heart swings But I don't want to take your heart And I don't want a piece of history No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore My god 'Cause today my heart swings Yeah today my heart swings
How are things on the west coast? Hear you're moving real fine tonight You wear those shoes side to side Ah, strut those shoes We'll go roaming in the night Well how are things on the west coast? Yeah but you're an actress I don't identify
Today my heart swings Yeah today my heart swings Say it But I don't want to play the part And I don't want a taste of victory No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore, My God 'Cause today my heart swings Yeah today my heart swings
Say it 'Cause today my heart swings Yeah today my heart swings
Let it come 'Cause I've got a chance for a sweet sane life I said I've got a dance and you'll do just fine Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes Let it come. Well I've got a chance for a sweet sane life said I've got a dance it moves into the night Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes
I had seven faces Thought I new which one to wear But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights Training myself not to care The subway is a porno The pavements they are a mess I know you've supported me for a long time Somehow I'm not impressed But
New York cares (Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno The pavements they are a mess I know you've supported me for a long time Somehow I'm not impressed
Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to That is all that I can do You are a past sinner, the last winner, I'm raping all around me Until the last drop is behind you But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight.
You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into That is all that you can do You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you
But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly How you helped me to stray And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so...
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight, Sleep tonight.
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell, extinguishing the fires in a private hell, provoking the heartache to renew the licence of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule propping up the crust of the glitter conscience wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover, baptised in the tears from the real, tears from the real drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race, scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth, caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition, an albatross in the marrytime tradition, sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion, aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation, she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart she hung herself around my neck. From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles, safe and dry in my sea of troubles, nine to five with suitable ties, cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero, becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real. The Thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now praying deportation for his sacred cow, a legacy of romance from a twilight world the dowry of a relative mystery girl. A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union, a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs, Magdalenes contracts more than favours the feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat, a son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard, graffiti disciples testaments of hatred, aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess. A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle, a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin, he'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call, and linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends, while his generation digests high fibre ignorance, cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows. Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens, waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration, radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane, d-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi? where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend My friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen to the blade, feel the blade!
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Adjectives of annihilation Bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour Plagiarise assassins fervour Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell The creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend the assassin My friend, your friend the assassin A friend in need is a friend that bleeds A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, my friend I am the assassin, my friend I am the assassin, my friend
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone parading a hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer I assassin the collector Defector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, within the voice Within the voice, within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend?
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Do you remember, chalk hearts melting on a playground wall? Do you remember, dawn escaped from moonwashed college halls? Do you remember, the cherry blossom in the market square? Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way didn't I break your heart? Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart. So sorry I never meant to break your heart. But you broke mine. Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry. Kayleigh could we get it together again. I can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end. Kayleigh I never thought I'd miss you, and Kayleigh I'd hoped that we'd always be friends. We said our love would last forever, so how did it come to this bitter end. Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember, loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember, dancing in stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go. By the way, didn't I break your heart ? Please excuse me I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart, But you broke mine. Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry, but Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone. To find you've found another lover to patch up our broken home. Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song, Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone. Maybe it'll prove that we were right Or it will prove that I was wrong.
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