“It wasn’t so much that the thread had finished – more that it had never really yet begun…
All that had happened in the past – led to now…

In the split second she heard the crack of the branch outside beneath someone’s feet – time decelerated and crept to an almost drowning slowness…like she was trying to wade through a treacle-like quagmire slowing her leaden limbs to an inexorable stop.

On that fateful day, she instinctively knew that she had not avenged her father’s death – more that she had compounded her own guilt and stupidity, as the true dark ghostly killer moved in, mercilessly…

Her heart was pounding in her tight chest like a jack hammer; every sense was on edge – as a bead of salty sweat rolled down her temple, passing over the pounding vein in an unforgiving, relentless way.

It had taken twenty years to find the man she had witnessed, when a child. Twenty years to get it so, so wrong – and she feared that in twenty seconds – none of this would matter any more.

With her left hand – hoping to catch a glimpse – she quietly, gently pulled the curtain to one side, resting her right hand on ‘that’ knife.

No matter how hard she cleaned ‘that’ knife she could never quite get rid of the blood stains, which served as a constant reminder of her own folly…or maybe those dry, rusty stains were just in her mind…

It wasn’t the shadows of the past that scared her – it was more the fact that all her training; her preparation – even her father’s DNA – had not prepared her for what she had never expected…

A shadow’s return…”

Yeah, she’s scared of shadows – calling her Scared of shadows – finding her
She’s scared of shadows – calling her Scared of shadows – finding her
It took one shot to wipe them out
Scraping me up from the guttersnipes
Pushing me round any way they like
Draining my soul with crocodile tears
Hopes and dreams replaced by fears

Can’t see your face
But I feel your trace
Wiped out, wiped out
In the trail of the moon
I thought too soon
Wiped out, wiped out, wiped out

Senses on edge – a cold false start
Checking the pulse of your quick’ning heart
Look inside – think ‘conscience clear’
Breathe in deep – it’s nowhere near…

Can’t see your face
But I feel your trace
Wiped out, wiped out
In the trail of the moon
I thought too soon
Wiped out, wiped out, wiped out

And you feel no pain
Driving you insane
Their remorseless lies
Don’t cut the ice
And the flowers grow
From the seeds you sow
And the sun shines through
Shines on you

Getting you back from the other side
Stopping you dead in your confident stride
Tripping you up when you’re feeling high
Telling the truth – push away your lies
Your lies

Won’t see my face
Won’t feel my trace
Wiped out, wiped out
In the trail of the moon
I guess you thought too soon
Wiped out, wiped out
Wiped out

Sometimes you think you’ve had enough – the media storm
Since you were born
Sometimes you wish you hadn’t tried – to conform
Feeling torn
Sometimes you wish you spoke up more – revealed the lies
Those concrete lies
Sometimes you find the strength you need in your child’s eyes
Your child’s eyes

Never mind what the papers say
It’s what the people say – people say Never mind what the papers say
It’s what the people say – people say

Inst.

Every woman and girl
Every man and boy
Every woman and girl
Every man and boy

Never mind what the papers say
Ask me questions tell me no lies
It’s what the people say – people say
Never mind what the papers say
Every woman and girl – every man and boy
It’s what the people say – people say

Ask me questions – tell me no lies

Drip drip away – water on stone
Cutting through flesh – down to the bone
Under the skin – pernicious growth
Weedling away while nobody knows

A creep and a crawl – back of the neck
Losing your mind – a nervous wreck
Paranoia – knocks at your door
Nails scraping under your floor

Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove – yeah

I made up my mind – stop losing my sight
Of the reason I stood – stood up to fight
To fight

Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove – yeah

I stand in the face of hypocrisy
I let it wash – right over me
Turning away – nothing to lose
From where I stand – nothing to prove
Nothing to prove

Nothing to prove…

The richest power in the land
Can’t give the poor a helping hand
Predicted many years ago
Still an ‘unsuspected blow’

Big Easy ain’t so cool no more
Lying on the ocean floor
Drifting into Heaven’s care
I hope they hear our global prayer

Katrina…
Katrina…

When oh when will they see how…

Such a fetching pretty name
Putting governments to shame
One state here; one state there
In a state of disrepair

You’d think they’d had a plan in place
A plan at least to save their face
To think of all those people gone
A senseless waste – it must be wrong…

Katrina…
Katrina…

Let’s put the jazz back into town
A sound that simply will not drown
Give them the power over the land
The strength to give a helping hand

Lifted on our shoulders tall
To help rebuild the ocean walls
Give them the time, give them the space
To help rebuild a brand new place

Katrina…
Katrina…

Such a fetching pretty name
Putting governments to shame
To think of all those people gone
A senseless waste – it must be wrong…

Tears – so many tears
On my knees full of fear
Clawing at the earth
Why do I keep on searching

Time – so little time
Think I’ve seen you – then you’ve gone
Phantom ghosts of a bygone day
That’s why I keep on searching

Cosmos is large – I feel so small
Can you hear my signal
Or on deaf ears
Do we all fall…?
Fall…

Chance, a little chance
Penetrate your darkness
A wish or even a prayer
That’s why I keep on searching

Fly like a bird so high
Free to search the reason ‘why?’
Sail to the sun and beyond…
Maybe one day – you’ll respond…

Until then…

See the blind man jumping – jumping from the plane
While others find a reason – a reason to complain

Random Acts Of Kindness

See the sister protect – the baby from the thug
Taking blows and smiling – giving her a hug

Random Acts Of Kindness

Ohhh…

See the man pull the victim – pull him from the flame
A selfless act by someone – didn’t leave a name
A name…

Random Acts Of Kindness

Casting yourself out
To what seems a better place
The hands of those you love – waving to your face

Pushing the boundaries
Of your time and space
Trying so hard to do the right thing
But caught in a race – in a race

Back from the wilderness – back from the sea
Back from a place I really never should have been
Back from the wilderness – back from the sea
Back from a place I lost the ones who meant so much
Meant so much to me

It seemed so right and then so wrong
Took me to a place I did not belong
It seemed so right and then so wrong
Took me to a place I did not belong

‘Surreal’ was the word
Caged in – a wingless bird
Full of fear and doubt
No way out – no way out…

Back from the wilderness – back from the sea
Back from a place I really never should have been
Back from the wilderness – back from the sea
Back from a place I lost the ones who meant so much
Meant so much
Meant so much to me

Back from the wilderness – back from the sea
Back from a place I lost the ones who meant so much
Meant so much to me…

Another night, another day
You shone so bright in the grey
Looking out from your bed
Dancing the gossamer thread

To smile as you did
When our tears fell on your head
Like rain which you loved
As you danced
Dancing the gossamer thread

Taught us so much
To cherish all we have around
See you soon
As we dance
Dancing the gossamer thread

Sometimes I feel your trace guiding me…
Sometimes I see your face smiling at me…
Sometimes I feel your warmth wash over me…
Sometimes I feel your arms dancing with me…

I feel your arms round me
Dancing the gossamer thread I feel your arms round me
Dancing the gossamer thread

LINER NOTES

Written by Rob Cottingham
Engineered, Mixed, Mastered and Produced by John Mitchell and
Rob Cottingham at Outhouse Studios, Reading, UK June – July 2016

CAIRO are:
Rob Cottingham – Vocals, Keys, Programming & SFX
Rachel Hill – Vocals
James Hards – Electric & Acoustic Guitars
Paul Stocker – Bass & Acoustic Guitars
Graham Brown – Drums & Percussion

Additional Backing Vocals by John Mitchell
Voiceover by Nick Yarris
Creative Consultancy by Andrew Wildman

Photography by Hoss
Graphic Design by Paul Tippett for Vitamin P
Artwork Concepts by Rob Cottingham and Vitamin P

 

Rob would like to thank:
Paul, James, Rachel, Graham and Andy for sharing his new vision and for the additional contributions and support
John Mitchell for his talent, support and friendship
Paul Tippett
Rob Skarin
Nick Yarris
Hossain and Tracy Mahdavi
Kazeem Mansur and Matt Perry
Charlotte Peters
Trevor Wildman
CAIRO Focus Group

 
Ralph Rea and Carolyn Hughes
Steve Hackett, Jo Hackett, Amanda Lehmann and Gary O’Toole
Michael Ian Reynolds
Kurzweil, Nord and all at Sound Technology
Touchstone band members past and present, and all the fans who supported us over the years
Sarah Keen and Gary Williams at MKPA
Jane, Katie and Emily Mantle
Pip Easton, Sarah Tooke and Casey
Mum, Dad, Eva, Cott and family
Deborah, Kerry, Sally and Charlotte for their love, support and understanding

With much love and gratitude from CAIRO to all our family and friends

“…the scarab has landed…”