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Burning Heart

by Richard Gorman

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    Songs and poetry of passion. Lust, love, defiance, wonder, hope, guilt, joy, consolation and nostalgia squished into one small but beautiful package. Drink it all in with your ears and wash down with a nice malt.

    "Dundee poet Richard Gorman is as startling in his presented variety of verse as an unidentifiable fire-cracker. He is certainly a poet given to phonic utterance and extravagant word-play...a writer with a seemingly effortless propensity for readily assembled imagery...top drawer material and deserves a wider circle of readers."
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1.
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
2.
Born Blind 03:46
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
3.
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.
4.
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…
5.
Enough 00:30
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
6.
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.
7.
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
8.
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…
9.
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.
10.
Unbreakable 04:58
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?
11.
? (Poem) 00:26
? 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?
12.
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
13.
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.
14.
Fragile 03:54
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
15.
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
16.
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.
17.
A Minor Rant 05:58
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
18.
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.
19.
Bohemia 04:51
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
20.
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
21.
Serendipity 04:57
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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released November 17, 2016

Performance recorded dub free by the marvellous Stuart Duncan at Red Barn Studios, Dundee and Mark Nichol at Lithium, Aberdeen.

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