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Welcome to Earth, Baby

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Written in a cosy little pub in far north-west Sutherland, Scotland in 2002.  I was hitch-hiking across the north-west and working in casual tourism jobs. I could not decide which way to go, so I spun a pen on a map 🤦🏻‍♀️ #BestTimesEver Lyrics © 2002. Song © 2025 Welcome to Earth Baby, its hell, but I have to laugh and smile, while my angel sings sweet things in my ear, and the devil dreams and screams, till I’m tearing at the seams and nothing seems right or too clear Lately I’ve been flying too fast and the colours don’t last, when they pass in a mind-altering haze but I’m having such fun searching for Sun I don’t care if it’s in a numbed daze Maybe it’s high where I fly until I trip, don't know why, watching the wild wind over crashing, grey seas as I’m born again into wide, sweeping free Best pour another pint, may be here for a while, stuck at the crossroads of choice, would be easy if I knew what I wanted to do, but my heart seems to have lost its voice I shut my eyes, pict...

All fall down

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  Lyrics © 2025 Maybe I should stop picking myself up so I can't fall down no more I should just stop trying cos I've lost track what its all for build myself a little hobbit hole tucked amongst the trees in the green wild wood and have the Ents to tea or pin myself up like a big shiny star to the board where all the dead butterflies are safely behind glass where the world can't see my scars but I guess they'd notice  I lost my Angel wings and my pretty crystal crown a Queen without a King Is it better not to dream at all than dare and get lost my heads still sore from the last big fall and I'm still counting the cost but this little ghost dream has lost its way and since Tinsel Town burnt down I have to stay I guess I could dress up and play with it but please God, don't let me stray again I sure miss Tinsel Town and the Kissing Clowns the Tearful Angels and the balls we had the Kingdom of Shadows is safe  but lonely and with only the ghost dream It's...

Running on empty

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  © 2025 I’ve just got to get up each day and chase these shadows away the ones lying next to me at night and sucking out the light I don’t know what happened I used to have plenty but lately, Baby, I’m just running on empty The tiny little tasks seem like the freaking Alps and things I used to find funny no longer make me laugh Where I used to be so sure I suddenly find doubt and in fact I feel like I’m all burnt out I don’t know what happened I used to have plenty but lately, Baby, I’m just running on empty not even my beer makes me smile and the whiskeys gone to hell my foods lost its taste and treats go to waste the sun is so cold on my skin I'm bored in this place its not a good space but I guess I got to stay in the game to win Oh I don’t know what happened I used to have plenty but lately, Baby, Baby I’m just running on empty I don’t’ know why I’m so sad I’ve got the most I ever had Please tell me how I can get back on the road again and promise me Baby the sun wil...

Force without Form

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Lyrics © 2008. Song © 2025 There are no more dreams left to dream except perhaps of what might have been I must turn the page close the book mustn’t linger for another look a wistful peek that sends the tears plip-plop down my cheek I’ve almost, almost given up Hope of you now but it’s only that tiniest Hope that makes me get up in the mornings you seem so far far away across seas that I am not able to sail But if I give up on You I give up on Me for without You I am force without form I wrote a message to you sealed in a bottle and stood on the lonely shore watching the waves carry it away maybe You’ll read it some day Autumn winds turned to Winter’s rains and I lost my mind in my Master’s house if I give up on You I give up on Me for without You I am force without form you seem so far far away across seas that I am not able to sail but if I give up on You I give up on Me for without You I am force without form I am force without form. 2008, Santa Maria, Mozambique Copyright statem...

After the Ball

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  © 2025 I’m so sad, something is glitching in Tinsel Town the Angels are bitching at the Kissing Clowns and the three Demons are cruising around kidnapping Souls leaving behind Broken Dolls neon lights flicker on and off the compass no longer points to true north and the Yellow Brick Road is now patrolled by the Lizard Lords with their Stolen Swords the trade in Souls suddenly increased priests preyed on the Dolls who had been released and wandered hollow on the streets of Tinsel Town even as all the buildings were crashing down I think I was fooled I may have been better off where King Hades ruled in his Kingdom of Shadows far underground The cracks now appeared so I disappeared back into the abyss where guarded by legions I lie unbroken until it is once more time to awaken and Tinsel Town, it shattered and crumbled that escape was closed down all that remains are Angels gone insane and an echo of kissing clowns. Copyright statement:  Lyrics © 2025 Christine Jordaan. I am th...

The Ball

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© 2025 The Tearful Angels decided to hold a ball to mark the centuries in exile since their Fall they invited me and the Kissing Clowns and the other beings lost or living in Tinsel Town neon signs on the Yellow Brick Road burned bright in this Kingdom of Shadows, it was the only light but many more gate-crashed the feast sinner and saint and the beautiful beast divine or damned they all crammed in Dorothy, scarecrow and the man of tin and the cowardly lion and Alice and her evil twin (yeah, no-one talks of her) the three demons came as unwanted guests they had come eventually to collect those who had sold their souls it was time for them to pay the blood pacts made at the gates of hell on stolen stardust from where angels fell Michael’s sword and Lucifer’s blade fought over where souls went when they strayed damned or divine Thoth weighed their sins the good and kind and the ones with lizard skins the sacred and profane they all got judged the same and were sent on their way to suffer...

God, are You there?

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Written in 2014 (I think) in a time of absolute anguish when the cruelty to the Animals (crush videos, trophy hunting, fur farms, the suffering we wreak on them is endless) felt unbearable. I could not get it out my mind - this seeping wound.  I get that maybe people have karma to work off, but we also have free will.  Why does God let the Animals suffer?  I never did figure out the answer. I guess all we can do is turn up each day and try in our own little ways to make a difference for Go(o)d.  But the wound is still bleeding - because they're still being tortured 😭😭 Lyrics © 2014. Song © 2025 It’s kinda lonely down here, God since I decided that I dreamt You maybe that’s what all these long hours are meant for before I relied on You to come up with a plan maybe now it’s time I looked in the mirror and said that I can But before I had faith, how do I now carry on? the eyes in the mirror say "courage" so I grab some and plaster it on over this fat hole in my heart ...

Where You Were

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  © 2025 What were you thinking upon the cross that long day as your failing body was bleeding your life away and the rabid mob stood howling for your death what was in your mind as you drew your last breath could you look ahead and see the hell we would make that killing would become common and the earth would break could you see back then this nightmare we're living in? was it worth it to die for our sins? I think I kind of owe you an apology all the times I was fighting with fate I thought you left me alone, you were telling me to slow down but I would not wait when I was dancing with the devil and you watched so sadly from the edge I don’t know why I was trying to break myself but still you never left when I was lying sobbing on the floor at the mess that I’d made you did not close the door you stayed with me as I paid over and over again you sat with me lying in the rain oh I surely put you to the test always thinking that I knew best as I raced of...

The Lost Years

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Lyrics © 2009. Song © 2025 Written in 2009 in Mozambique. For me, the quest for authentic love feels like searching for the Sun’s Light — the place where you feel at home, safe, and protected. When you’re cold, you go sit in the Sun. When you’re gloomy you open the curtain to let in the Sun’s rays. Three times I thought I found it, but I was mistaken and took a little journey down to the Underworld instead - the Lost Years (which ended up being 10 agonizing years). Eventually I escaped and carried on searching. I cannot bear insincerity - I live at a depth many would drown in. Staying in a contrived, phony happiness would eat away at my Soul. Anyhow, that’s why a lot of my writing is to the Sun, about the Sun, drifting away from the Sun, being lost in the Underworld, and sometimes becoming enchanted by Pluto/Hades etc. As of now, I’m still just trying to get home, although my North Star seems to have slipped behind the clouds again. On a lonely wave washed shore I stand and weep...