Diz: In a moment of no motion, the city shimmers and pauses/ The buildings held in position by different forces/ The houses whisper the stories of the people in them/ I'm willing to whisper with them/ Living the lost hour, metal shutters cover the shops now/ The call to consumption finally locked out/ The sober folk are back in their boxes/ So aside from the staggering drunk who grabs at his monsters.../ It's just me and the badgers and foxes/ Who vanish in the shadows, fast as a clock's tick/ Take it, take in the air cos it's yours/ There's no traffic to steal it, no police with their various laws.../ To say which direction you can't walk in/ Walk to the cemetery, catch a scarlet morning.../ Fling it's first fingers of colour from the coming sun/ The fingers by which the dark'll be undone/ The sun suddenly comes struggling free from the horizon/ A rumble of life hums in the stomach of Brighton/ And each nugget of light brings a wonder inviting me to come and imbibe it/ I'm happy where I sit and nothing is like this...

This Graveyard is my garden. A place of calm where I can take the stars in...

Jon: I been visiting the cemetery regularly since I was twenty three/ My friends and me, we leap the fence and weave through an annexe of trees/Where granite effigies nestle in nettle leaves/ Asleep at Gethsemane/ We're descending deep to the church by the waterfall/ The terminal where the horse-pulled coffins halt...
Diz: Jon, we're gonna tour the memorials
Jon: Y'know I'll just coch, it's cool, I got some thoughts to scrawl/ I'm on a stroll until I found a good nook in the woods/ Put down my rucksack and then I took off my hood/ A ladybird is whooshing in to get a look at my book/ I blew her back in the bush, so that she wouldn't get squooshed/ I lean against grey bark in a great graveyard/ Bathing in a star until the glade is dark/ 'Change your heart'/ Look around you at the fading grass/ We age and break apart/ Are you frightened? I am/ But then inside, when it's silent, I find a piece of diamond lightning/ I don't even like to describe it/ Just kind of a wild quiet riding behind our eyelids/ Reminding me the epiphany my mate once came with.../ 'Energy never dies it just changes state' ,which is why this location is sacred/ And why a field paved with graves is my favourite place...

This Graveyard is my garden. A place of calm where I can take the stars in...

El: I didn't want to come here in the first place/ First taste of fear, this is clearly the worst place/ I should be nearly in bed, eyes heavy and rested/ Instead it's adventures for those interested in opposing a regular entry/ Instead, we climb over the fence to find friends sedentary/ An end to an accentuated garden of secrets/ Punctuated by the restless feathers of the sleepless/ The three of us climbing into an obelisk/ Creeping sheepishly through the sleepiest necropolis/ Midnight possibilties, black is white/ And for a second every resident comes back to life/ In essence, reminding us that time is limited/ So in the time left, every breath that's given is an incredible inevitability/ Acknowledging death gives a shred of humility/ Left with an illegible entry, an etched footnote/ Stone platitudes, the next good quote/ I find inspiration in the night air and the company/ Find life in the graveyard, each sight is somebody/ And I'm sure they're glad of the company too/ That these three gents found something to do/ Where the residents sleep and the memories seep into B-movie scenery and unmeasured peace.