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Burning Heart
04:06
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Burning Heart
It begins with the faintest touch
My hand brushing your hand
Your subtle scent charges the air
Too strong to endure
And
Traffic on the road outside
Grows distant now and quiet
Fills the darkness with your burning heart
And dares you to deny it
As I focus on your hungry eyes the world comes down to this
Close them now and let the dark expand
Time hangs like a crescent moon suspended on a kiss
Let me work my magic sleight of hand
Your flame burns keenest in the night
Fleeting moments last the longest
Naked words are richest garbed
And the gentle touch the strongest
As I focus on your hungry eyes the world comes down to this
Close them now and let the dark expand
Time hangs like a crescent moon suspended on a kiss
Let me work my magic sleight of hand
Let me work my magic
It begins with the faintest touch
My hand brushing your hand
Your subtle scent charges the air
Too strong to endure
And
Traffic on the road outside
Grows distant now and quiet
Fills the darkness with your burning heart
And dares you to deny it
Your flame burns keenest in the night
Fleeting moments last the longest
Naked words are richest garbed
And the gentle touch the strongest
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2. |
Born Blind
03:46
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Born Blind
Sometimes, sometimes there are no answers
Born blind, we crawl, we stand, we stagger
We are puppets and straw men building castles in the sand
Making money, making plans
Making towers of our pride
And waiting for the tide
Sometimes, sometimes there are no reasons
We find the gale blows as it pleases
When high upon that mast you let your spirits fly
Look the storm straight in the eye
With your dream upon display
For the wind to blow away
When love grows it grows strong and silent
When it shines, it shines soft as starlight
And all that glory, wealth and land won’t place it in your hands
This music understands
That what makes this flower a prize
Is knowing that it dies
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Altar Boy (Poem)
00:42
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Altar Boy
I light a hundred candles,
stroke the string of beads.
The naked God above me
bleeds.
I fire my soul among the embers
of His flaming Sacred Heart,
a halo of white bread that breaks
apart.
I sing my soul to Angels
haunting fallen strangers tombs,
expose and shame myself in curtained
wombs.
I sound the bells of Heaven,
He makes the blind to see.
I swallow His Divine flesh upon my
knees.
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Santiago Rose
05:12
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Santiago Rose
If only you would touch my soul
Press your lips to mine
Make light the burden of my heavy heart
Like Autumn to the vine
The pale ghost of my hope might blow
Through the white lace of the waves
Your absence tolling like an empty bell
Sounding shipwrecks to their graves
Santiago Rose, she’s the blood and the life of me
The red song of liberty
Santiago Rose, growing strong in the blackest night
Planting hope in the hopeless fight
Where men once played now their pistols crack
And the darkest deed is done
But you turn the tempest and the lightning strike
Into freedom’s starting gun
Santiago Rose, your courage and sacrifice
Taking root in our hearts and minds
That all our hearts might beat together against the vipers and the kings
Against the generals and jackals, against the ashes and the wind
Santiago Rose, piercing thorns for the grasping hand
Flame of truth in a barren land
Restore my innocence and sing of love
Too many lost, too many names
The Lord of Hosts becomes the Lord of Bones
Upon his bloody cross of shame
How should I live how should I spend my days
Fighting the greedy and the strong
I count my blessings and I raise my glass
To a lover and a song
Santiago Rose, perfumed scent of a woman’s pride
Be my bright and my burning bride
Santiago Rose, sweet mother of all that’s true
All free men make love to you
Santiago Rose, She’s the blood and the life of me
She sings the red song of liberty
Santiago Rose…
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Enough
00:30
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Enough
She said you never play simple stuff
You seem to think that three chords aren’t enough
But more chords won’t make up for
Three words you’re scared of my love
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6. |
Significance (Poem)
00:25
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Significance
I’m lost in wonder and in thrall
to nova plume and fireball.
Nine tenths of all that matter’s dark
all life is but a passing spark.
Yet every race in all of space
and everything in every place,
from universal wall to wall,
was once the smallest thing of all.
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7. |
Stars Like Dust
04:47
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Stars Like Dust
Have you ever lain in bed with spiders scuttling through your head?
This world has scared you half to death
You’re in the shit, you’re in the red
You’re in the drink with feet of lead
But turn your face towards the stars
They’re dancing for you
Have you ever tried to sleep with lizards scratching at your dreams?
You want to cry you want to scream
Sick with guilt and sick with shame
They’ve got your number and your name
But listen to the moon
She’s singing for you
The stars like dust are where you and I were born
Where you and I were born
Your mind and blood, the spiral gift of life
The spiral gift of life
So when they try to squeeze you and bleed you dry
Remind them what we are
And when they try to blind you with greed and superstition
Just shine a little
Light fills your eyes and you bring the world to life
You bring the world to life
We shall return to help them burn and shine
To help them burn and shine
So when they pull the wool down with their gods and lies
Keep reason’s flame alive
Ad if they try to tell you that time is money
Just tell them how…
You use to lie in bed with spiders scuttling through your head
Their world had scared you half to death
In the shit and in the red
In the drink with feet of lead
You turned your face towards the stars
They were dancing for you
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Lucky Southern Comfort
04:28
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Lucky Southern Comfort
So that’s your final word you’re going to leave me
And it only took you five years to decide
If I won’t tie the noose you’ll find another sucker
You want kids and rings and guarantees
But I just want a lover
Because I feel my love
That bossa nova rhythm from above
So if you’ll excuse me now I’ll pour another bourbon
Find an easy picking tune to pass the time
I’m going to leave my cares behind
And let that lucky Southern Comfort ease my mind
Lucky southern…
But why pick a night like this to say goodbye
Ask me to look you in the eye
And say it’s over?
When you know that I
I cannot bear to watch you weep
Or make that promise I can’t keep to be your lover
Now in that desperate voice you say you’re sorry
You’re mine again if I’ll just say the word
You wait expectantly but I’m in no hurry
I’ve got my whisky and guitar you see
And I’ve got no more worries
Because I know my love
How to quit when I’ve had enough
So if you’ll excuse me now I’ll pour another bourbon
Got an easy picking tune to pass the time
I’m going to leave my cares behind
And let this lucky Southern Comfort ease my mind
Lucky southern…
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9. |
The Playground (Poem)
01:56
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The Playground
The bing is crowned by pillars of black brontosaur bone.
An enormous haunted factory carcass skeleton
decaying by the slick of thick green algae
that flows nowhere
but passes for a canal.
Dare you take a dip into the septic Forth and Clyde?
Supermarket trolley shoals patrol the weeded depths below
and mutant pike the size of sharks chew on your backside.
Parents try to scare you from this tragic fatal spot
only adding to the magic
with tales of Bible John and bloody murder
and the ghosts of drowned and frozen children,
lurking under winter ice,
which I heard cracking once or twice
beneath hand-me-down Clark’s vinyl shoes and satchels.
Tangled under tearing bramble
discarded leafs of porn,
naked flesh to feast our virgin cub scout eyes upon.
Bring your Mitre 5 and commence battle
on a pitch harled with cruel slag
that claws off hungry handfuls of sliding tackle.
Gutties scrunch their way through mounds of black volcanic ash
which smoulder with intoxicating toxic noxious gas
before the imminent eruption of an echo from the past
which explodes across generations.
In bristling nettle jungles we leave slices of our skin,
a sacrificial offering to our forefathers,
who had their mettle tempered in the monstrous foundry forge.
The sulphurous belly furnace of the dragon
which billows out a final spout of spiteful sparks and fire,
roars a fatal gout of hellish flame and then expires,
bellowing its last.
And answering the blast the Kirkintilloch Silver Band,
rehearsing in the ancient navvies hut,
is blowing out the soundtrack to The Land That Time Forgot.
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Unbreakable
04:58
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Unbreakable
I’m unbreakable
I cannot be destroyed
I’m unshakeable
My heart is a void
A hundred slings and arrows pointed straight at me
I will not flinch or falter, I will not flinch or falter
No-one touches me
I’m untouchable
I wear armour of steel
I’m unreachable you cannot make me feel
Hurl your hateful slanders and your spitefulness at me
Spit your poison I’m immune, spit your poison I’m immune
No-one touches me
I’m invincible
I am granite and wire
I’m indestructible
I am tempered in fire
Throw your love at me, watch it break on my rocky shore
Your tenderness leaves me cold, your devotion leaves me cold
No-one touches me
I’m unstoppable
No scruples stand in my way
I am pitiless
As the wind and the rain
You throw your heart at me and it lies bleeding at my feet
Because how can you break, tell me how can you break
A soul that’s already been broken?
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? (Poem)
00:26
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?
A million screams,
a million wishes,
a million unrequited kisses,
yet there is no-one no-one misses.
The wide blue up,
the wide blue down,
distant love and loves unfound,
footsteps unprinted on the ground.
Did you really believe
that all you were taking
was your own life?
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Special Child
04:16
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Special Child
I’ve been wondering if this girl might spend some time with me
She loves to go out dancing, she’s easy company
She doesn’t have to waste her time with fashion or with style
If she meets you frowning she’ll leave you with a smile
Susan knows she’s a special child, she’ll never bring you down
And when she goes dancing her feet never touch the ground
I watch her from a distance unsure of what to say
I might end up saying nothing she could turn and walk away
James pours another whisky yet another glass runs dry
Someone calls last orders and another chance has passed me by
Susan knows she’s a special child I just know my place
She has natural beauty she moves with natural grace
Susan knows she’s a special child there’s magic in her eyes
She can paint life for you she can paint paradise
And Susan makes windows that look out over other worlds
Onto strange streets and houses, strange faces and animals
So I grab another glass of wine it gives me something to hide behind
While I try to lose myself inside her picture of midnight
Susan makes windows that look out over other worlds
Onto strange streets and houses strange faces and animals
It’s a few hours after midnight in the clutter of my room
I’m still trying to force these words out to the rhythm of this tune
Hoping that this song might be in the key that sets me free
But this song can’t capture Susan like Susan captured me
Susan knows she’s a special child I just know my place
She has natural beauty she moves with natural grace
Susan knows she’s a special child there’s magic in her eyes
She can paint life for you she can paint paradise
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Sightings (Poem)
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Sightings
Golden eagle tilts her graceful span,
adjusts the angled feathered fan,
to kiss the Aonach crag.
Whisker nosed the water fox,
an otter wends through Dornoch rocks,
slipway to the deep.
Buchan breezes furl white feathers,
the skua glides on Ythan zephyrs,
a passing ghost.
And you my fleet and slender deer,
lithe as salmon cross the weir,
in wildering dreams will reappear.
Forever gone.
Forever near.
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Fragile
03:54
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Fragile
Her eyes capture light from electric street candles
She parts window mist with hesitant fingers
And looks to the moon as her constant companion
Lost in the sad beauty of the night
Fingertips tight on a faltering cigarette
A smoke flower wreath veils the thinnest of smiles
As every beat of each dark waking hour
Brings silence and whispers and memories closer
In sharp conversation of brief broken glances
Every phrase cloaked in word mask disguises
Is caught on the night cries of pale wheeling gulls
Lost to the sad beauty of the sea
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One Single Kiss
02:22
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One Single Kiss
I thought I saw you watching from the corner of your eye
I have to make a try for your love
We need a little music we need a little time
A little candlelight and wine and all that jazz
So watch out I’ve got you in my sights
You might be hard to reach but you know that you can’t hide
What you feel inside could be love
I said watch out you can’t get away
Don’t send me home girl you know I would rather stay
I have to find the way to your heart
Only this simple wish
Only this is true
Every night I sleep I dream of you
Only this one single kiss
It’s all I ask from you
A chance to let those late night dreams come true
You’re as pretty as a picture, pleasing to the eye
I’ve got an appetite for your love
I’ve got an antique record player
I’ve got a Kind of Blue
And I’m playing it for you, all that jazz
So watch out I’ve got you in my sights
You might be hard to reach but you know that you can’t hide
What you feel inside could be love
I said watch out you can’t get away
Don’t send me home girl you know I would rather stay
I have to find the way to your heart
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You’re Too Stupid To Write Poetry
You can’t write poetry because you’re stupid.
You can’t write poetry because you learn it at school and failing is cool.
You can’t write poetry because the best poets are boys.
You can’t write poetry because it’s for girls.
You can’t write poetry because it’s for poofs.
You can’t write poetry because everyone will laugh at you.
You can’t write poetry because there’s something good on the telly.
You can’t write poetry because it’s for posh folk.
You can’t write poetry because you’re not credible and streetwise.
You can’t write poetry because looking sexy won’t help.
You can’t write poetry because life is hard.
You can’t write poetry because life is easy.
You can’t write pottery because you can’t spell.
You can’t write poetry because other people do it better than you.
You can’t write poetry because you’re too busy.
You can’t write poetry because you’re too lazy.
You can’t write poetry because you don’t have a computer.
You can’t write poetry because of the price of pens and paper.
You can’t write poetry because you can’t think and speak at the same time.
You can’t write poetry because it won’t make you rich or famous.
You can’t write poetry because you’re not mad.
You can’t write poetry because you’re not dead.
You can’t write poetry because you’re a ned.
You can’t write poetry because nobody cares what you think.
You can’t write poetry because nobody cares what anyone thinks.
You can’t write poetry because you don’t care what you think.
You can’t write poetry because you believe everything you’re told.
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A Minor Rant
05:58
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A Minor Rant
I’ve got sounds that can set my spirit free
Got no need of know-all divinity
Let me play them for you
I’ve got friends who will take no shit from me
Something more than TV reality
And I need them like air
Just to keep me breathing
Minds in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
Minds in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
I’m a fool just like everybody else
Can’t choose between different versions of myself
So I need you to touch
And to feel and listen
Give me no Eldorado, no city of gold
No Grand cathedral
Just a pub and a pint on the Gorgie Road
Give me no glamour models, no fake viral fame
Just the cold grey Scottish skies
And the lost and the lonely River Tay
Hearts in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
Hearts in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
1% own the arses of the rest
But they’re just pricks who screw everybody else
And at least we’ve got us
My guitar is the savior that I need
My salvation comes from those who’ll suffer me
And I need them like blood
To keep my heart beating
Souls in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
Souls in darkness fly kites beneath the sun
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Fingers (Poem)
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Fingers
I remember fingers in shapes
that fingers shouldn’t be
and I remember fingers in places
where fingers shouldn’t be.
It could be you doing it to me.
It could be you doing it.
It could be
me.
Sometimes my fingers
have minds all their own
and I have to watch them making shapes
that fingers shouldn’t make.
And the places.
I don’t dare remember the places.
But there’s a memory
in
skin,
a membranous remembering,
on the surface yet deeper
than any heart or mind.
It goes as deep as
fingers.
Recollections I would let go of if I could
hang on by ragged nails.
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Bohemia
04:51
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Bohemia
There’s more than darkness, much more than you see
Than the ladder of success or the prison of greed
Lift your nose from the grindstone, fix your eyes on the prize
Give your heart to your lover and your head to the skies
There’s more than this madness, better songs to be sung
Than divine retribution or the curse of the gun
If skinning up takes the edge off or sex sets you free
Whisky’s Dutch courage
So pour one and pass it to me
Here’s to our vices and our sins my love, to forbidden rendezvous
Here’s to the pleasure and the pain my dear
To feeling something
To feeling anything
Real and new
There’s more than the rulebook, much more than routine
The boss and her wage slave share forbidden dreams
So let’s kiss in the shadows, let’s sing out of tune
Strip all inhibitions, stand as naked as the truth
Here’s to our vices and our sins my love, to forbidden rendezvous
Here’s to the pleasure and the pain my dear
To feeling something
To feeling anything
Clear and true
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20. |
Loch Awe (Poem)
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Loch Awe
Lichen dark boulder,
bracken breath winter,
bare breccia scree.
Ice sculpted shoulder,
matchwood pine splinters,
my lover and me.
And, spellbound
on dancing water,
the flaked moon
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Serendipity
04:57
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Serendipity
Let me guide you down the river
Place your trust in me
One hand gently shifts the tiller
The other on your knee
Your skin alive and smooth as water
Gliding to the sea
Slow hand strokes stay true and steady
To your trembling breath
Each watching star a silver prism
Awaits your little death
My tongue tasting your surrender
Brings us to the very edge
I plant your moon with crescent kisses
And watch your garden bloom and grow
Your hair as red as Autumn’s tresses
Desire’s burning glow
Night winds bring urgent caresses
And sing your lover’s lullaby
The swimming scent of need undresses
Us before the open sky
Let me guide you down the river
Feel the undertow
Tracing fingers break the surface
And stir the depths below
We’ll come together with the ocean
We rise, we fall, we flow
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Richard Gorman Dundee, UK
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