Nowhere Special (Arriving Somewhere Suite)

 This arrangement of Nowhere Special includes lyrics from the original Arriving Somewhere But Not Here by Porcupine Tree, fused with my own. Featured art is by Aleksandar Boskovic.

Listen to Nowhere Special by Richard Charles Stevens (Arriving Somewhere Suite)

Listen to Arriving Somewhere But Not Here by Porcupine Tree

Once upon a time this place set psychedelic scene
Fevered recollections of a mid-September dream
Granted my proportions often bordered on obscene
But dreamers tend to venture off towards the in-between
Cautionary measures never really made much sense to me
Ostensibly you’d be correct in calling me naïve
Howbeit while my starry eyes dressed head up in the clouds
Still my feet were rooted to the ground
Still my feet were rooted to the ground
Still my feet were rooted to the ground
.
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears
Arriving somewhere but not here
.
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun
Or the smashing windscreen of the car
Did you ever imagine the last thing you’d hear
As you’re fading out was a song
Arriving somewhere but not here
.
All my designs simplified
And all of my plans compromised
And all of my dreams sacrificed
(Sacrificed)
(Sacrificed)
.
Nowhere and not even so
Realisation filled me
Chilled me straight through to the bone
The woods were bare and all the birds had flown from here to there
Yet everywhere my tired eyes came to rest I felt alone
.
(Sacrificed)
(Sacrificed)
.
Ever had the feeling you’ve been here before
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from hereon in
Your life begins and all you knew was wrong
Arriving somewhere but not here
.
All my designs simplified
And all of my plans compromised
(Compromised)
And all of my dreams
Sanctified
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Light was fading
Night parading customary mystique
Fallen leaves nonplussed amidst the bluster of the breeze
Someone wake me up would have appeared the common plea
Yet oddly I was not even asleep
(Oddly I was not even asleep)
Once upon a time this place set psychedelic scene
Fevered recollections of a mid-September dream
Granted my proportions often bordered on obscene
But dreamers tend to venture off towards the in-between
Cautionary measures never really made much sense to me
Ostensibly you’d be correct in calling me naïve
Howbeit while my starry eyes dressed head up in the clouds
Still my feet were rooted to the ground
It had been a choice to leap into the great unknown
This is how I found my voice when skies became more ominous in tone
(Still my feet were rooted to the ground)
.
Not one for reconnaissance
Or other streams of consciousness
That see us bound by consequence and consequence alone
Not one for reconnaissance
Or other streams of consciousness
That see us bound by consequence and consequence alone
Not one for reconnaissance
Or other streams of consciousness
That see us bound by consequence and consequence alone
Sooner be anonymous
Than flaunt self-standing dominance
Then ponder why the grace and bloom of all things known has flown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Nowhere and not even so
Light had faded
Night paraded discomposure long outgrown
Maybe I was on my own
At least within this moment
Yet not whence I harked back upon each goodwill softly spoken
Every heart endures its knocks
And some of them get broken
Still we need not ever feel alone
(Still we need not ever feel alone)
Only takes one flame to glow
For others to sustain their growth
Matters not if on our own
Only that we make the most
.
Did you see the red mist block your path
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart
Arriving somewhere but not here
(Not here)
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
The woods were bare and all the birds had flown from here to there
I breathed in sweet relief
For I was home
For I was home
For I was home
For I was home
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Not every road we take is closed
Not every night of sable tone
Not every light ordained to fade
Not every fight irate when thrown
.
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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