"Cain & Able" Single + Bonus Songs

by Simeon Soul Charger

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released 13 September 2013

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Track Name: Cain (A-Side)
Cain you're now the tower crier
You'll shout the top of every hour
Like I have done for 30 years gone by
And in between the hour's tolls
From last to first 'til you grow old
Do you what you like, but never miss a cry

You can do it for the money
You can do it for the fame
You can do it for a metaphor
That's strung in verse and sang
And what's a proper motivation for you?
Keen eyes, have you Cain
Here upon the old clock tower?
Shout unto the town like cannon fire
This it be the undying hour

Cain, take care of this advice
Use all your time, and use it wise
The devil slips between the hours cracks
Cain, don't you waste a minute
See what's there and be within it
Time moves on, you never get it back

You can do it for the devil
You can do it for the good
You can do it for the gratitude
Or 'cause you think you should
And what's a proper motivation for you?
Keen eyes, have you Cain
Here upon the old clock tower?
Shout unto the town like cannon fire
This it be the undying hour

I've climbed up high on heaven's rope
I've swimmed in fire where hell unfolds
In holy observation I have cried
And I have lived within my mind
In gratitude for all this time
Keen eyes have you Cain
Here upon the old clock tower
Shout unto the town like cannon fire
This it be the undying hour
Track Name: Able (B-Side)
Each day I slave below the unforgiving sun
because I’m Able, I’m Able
The Mother steams and snorts, and I shovel and grunt,
because I’m Able, I’m Able

Off to the factory with it
Onto their plates and passed their lips
They all complain it tastes like shit
Well that’s exactly what it is

There she goes, the wind blows her along
And for a time my woes are all forgotten
How I long but I’m a lowly shoveler
And her love belongs to him, my brother

She wears a flower in her hair
And I can hear that she is singing a song
with a voice from the heavens
And she’s holding the eye inside her hand
And the Devil whispers NOW

Follow, Follow
Up the Tower

Able, what have you done?
Able, what have you done?

Able, my brother, you killed me, no other
What casts out the hour and shadow upon us
It cares not to know us and ticks on without us
We save it or squander it thinking we’re clever
We kill it and yet it still judges us never
It lived on before us and will so forever