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1. |
Commemoration
02:38
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Commemoration (after Wislawa Szymborska)
They make love among hazel
Beneath sundrops of dew
Gathering in their hair
The forest’s residue
Kneel by the lakeside
Comb the earth and the leaves
Fish swim in the water
A shimmering galaxy
Heart of the swallow have mercy on them
Tree mist reflected
On the rippling waves
Swallow may this memory
Be forever engraved
O thorn of the sky
Anchor of the air
Scribe your silent and timeless
Cloud calligraphy
Halo of lovers have mercy on them
Halo of lovers have mercy on them
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2. |
The Corinthian (Poem)
01:20
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The Corinthian
For Sócrates Brasileiro Sampaio de Souza Vieira de Oliveira, MD (19 February 1954 – 4 December 2011)
Did you pay good money to watch me win?
Better mind those pocketing your coin.
They’ll tell you that they own the game,
that was once so very beautiful,
and by their reckoning we’re all losers.
No gold in 1982; no Mundial, no medals.
But medals are for Generals
and Generals are liars.
Joy means more than glory.
Good money?
Can you believe in such a thing?
There’s a lot of this sickness around but never fear;
I am a healer.
Look, there’s the ball behind me
and here comes perfection;
the blind back heel.
I see nothing.
I do not need to.
I know where this is going.
Democracia, Revolution.
Lennon, Che, Castro.
Words fail.
The power of myth is unspeakable;
the knowledge that poetry is tragedy,
that the greatest loss becomes the greatest victory.
They do not see it coming.
Like the precision chip or the reverse pass;
like the Disappeared.
The most striking beauty you will ever see is invisible.
“That Brazilian team represented fantasy, idealism, an idyll. Italy represented efficiency, effectiveness. But at least we lost fighting for our ideals. And you can compare that to society today. We have lost touch with humanity, people are driven by results. They used to go to football to see a spectacle. Now, with very few exceptions, they go to watch a war and what matters is who wins. For me beauty comes first, victory is secondary and what really matters is joy!” Sócrates
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Days of Sail
04:11
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Days of Sail
Homeless sea birds lend their voices
To the mourning wind
And the towers of man that reached for the sky
Are haunting the fathoms below
Night unveils cruel stars to steer by
But there’s nowhere left to go
Mountains that rose like gods overhead
Are islands alone in the deep
Once upon a time there were wonders
Magic beyond compare
Dreams that dance in small boxes
Metal birds sliced the air
We touched the moon, burned the forests
Saw through miracle eyes
Brewed great storms, heard the ice crack
And watched the flood waters rise
Surrender to the heedless ocean
That rolls over the cities of men
Adrift on the blue, last soul afloat
The red sun sinks on days of sail
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4. |
The Old Singer (Poem)
01:51
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The Old Singer
for Agnes
Brews two cups
brings them through to the living room
and the empty chair
where no-one sits
watching the wrestling.
Folds shirts, hangs jackets,
lays out a favourite cloth cap;
then remembers
to pack them away
into waiting boxes.
In the suddenly spare room,
where she still sleeps,
rods and reels stand to attention
awaiting an inspection
that is never going to come.
For a moment the television is gone and coal blazes on the fire.
English aristocracy crackle reassuringly through the crystal set.
For an instant the comforting all in this together tingle
of war,
and she yields a few bars for auld lang syne.
But on the table an electric loom,
needles and pins, gather and rust.
The old Singer, silent among so many lost threads,
recalls St.Patrick’s on the hill.
Altar boys and celestial hymns.
Their voices come again.
Balancing choirs of angels sing
from a hollow headed ribbon pin.
The Lord Is My Shepherd.
She fastens them to her breast.
Steps into the lobby where,
footsteps from the tenement stair,
bring yet louder echoes.
Frozen she hears the postman struggle
to force his burden through.
And as she stoops
they fall
and fall
and fall
and flutter.
Envelopes and angels,
halos and wings,
moth like and bright,
dove plumed condolences
pull Agnes to her knees,
inconsolable,
for her swan song.
Soul keen
and no-one to hear it.
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5. |
The Crash
03:48
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The Crash (1st line by ‘Ray’)
I don’t know why I’m up in the sky it’s a long way down
The headlights of cars are shifting like stars on the ground.
The distance I see between you and me becomes ocean wide
And the weight of regrets I cannot forget breaks me up inside
I love you and hope to die
Cross my heart
For richer or for poor
‘til death us part
I saw her alone after you had gone home at the office do
And though I’d like to pretend I was drunk in the end that’s untrue
Secret money was spent on our dirty weekends on hotels and booze
Swapping e-mails and texts on our forbidden sexual rendezvous
I love you and hope to die
Cross my heart
For richer or for poor
‘til death us part
She slipped back into her dress asked for one last caress before we go
And the last I recall I knocked back a small whisky for the road
Her perfume smelt sweet on the passenger seat on the motorway
I called you to supply all the usual lies then my memory fades
I love you and hope to die
Cross my heart
For richer or for poor
‘til death us part
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6. |
Oor Ina (Poem)
00:39
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Oor Ina (Shut Yer Wallapin’ Jas!)
Ina shines the furniture tae keep oor office clean.
She’s a sprightly three and seventy
going on seventeen.
She’s thindly and spindly wi’ bandy knockit knees.
Her moo’s all thin and crinkly.
Her F’s turn intae P’s.
She’s yer private life improver, yer top management abuser.
She’s the groover wi’ the hoover.
She’s a sticky stain remover.
Ye could be the King of Siam and she’d tell ye tae yer face
and if yer just the District Manager ye’d better ken yer place.
She cleans up conversations and she keeps the cupboards miceless.
Ye might think yer worth a fortune but oor Ina’s puckin’ priceless.
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7. |
Harold and Maud
03:03
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Harold And Maud
My body’s in the earth but my head’s in the stars
My body’s in the earth but my head’s in the stars
Young Harold wears black as he swings from the rope
Fraying the nerves of his mother
He hangs around funerals just for the show
Flirting with death like a lover
Hush now as mourners confess their regrets and loves
One last cold caress sets us free from the cares of this world
Old Maud cracks a smile as she catches his eye
Entices him back to her trailer
She hordes secrets in trunks and magical junk
With the miraculous touch of a healer
There’s passion and grace in the knowing embrace of the old and wise
And the trappings of youth are merely loves mask and disguise
He offers her loves token
She casts it in the sea
Saying now the whole world’s oceans
Bring your tides of love to me
She steals hearts, she steals cars, mixes potions in jars
Lives life in perpetual motion
They dance and they sing pluck on old banjo strings
Watch fireworks bloom over the ocean
His heart breaks as she offers her hand for death’s final dance
But his spirit’s reborn with a foretaste of love and romance
She said
My body’s in the earth but my head’s in the stars
My body’s in the earth but my head’s in the stars
My body’s in the earth but my head’s in the stars
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8. |
Before Jets (Poem)
01:38
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Before Jets
for Frank
During the blitz no-one slept near the airfield.
Everyone knew where the bombs would fall.
I used to help shift the planes every evening.
I was ground crew you see;
no wings.
On siren nights I’d just watch it all light up and enjoy the show.
Well, this one night the Heinkels hit the aerodrome.
The quartermasters goes up.
Off comes the roof and the whole sky’s flapping with shirts
and vests and socks and trousers.
And it’s blowing a gale so there are flying jackets,
real ones,
stuck to the tops of trees;
like a flock of fliers with failed ’chutes.
I see the whole thing.
So I run back and load our air crews into a truck.
We climb the trees, grab the jackets and chase loose underwear all night.
They could freeze solid up in those cockpits you know.
I just wanted to keep them warm.
I couldn’t go with them of course.
But I’d watch and wave the whole lot of them off
and some of them back.
Some of them,
family and friends.
Long before your time, right enough.
Before jets.
I learned on them after the war.
After we had Ian and Wendy
me and Dorothy got moved around a lot.
Always together.
Well it’s all jets now and I’ve waved off Ian and Dorothy.
Orkney’s nice enough though.
I’m taken care of here and there’s a lot of sky.
But they’re all up there now
keeping it warm for me
and really I’m just waiting
for my wings.
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9. |
Red Ghost
06:48
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Red Ghost
The star fell through the daytime sky
And braving fate my friend and I
Picked small footsteps through tall corn
Afraid of what we’d chanced upon
The Red Ghost rose from his ship of silver
To haunt our memories forever
He said ‘I have touched the firmament
And your angels and your gods are but the dreams of men’
He kissed the earth and set his eyes on
Crop waves sweeping the horizon
To wide eyed children seeking treasure
He spoke of distance without measure
He said ‘From the stars a man can see
An end to greed and vanity’
Then they came to take the Red Ghost home
They came for him in army trucks and uniforms
This nation’s soul was forged in ice
The twenty million sacrificed
Who poured their lifeblood on the snows
At Stalingrad
And I was born a peasant’s son
Our Mother’s and our Father’s won
This great land from west to east
From Tsar and superstitious priest
Our Motherland
The proud fruit of our nation’s toil
Won by son’s and daughter’s of the soil,
Who will not buy or sell their souls,
Who do not worship wealth or gold;
Is harvested for all beneath the Russian sky
We watch the heaven’s from afar
Point metal fingers to the stars
Now the sacred earth beneath me burns
The world below recedes and turns
And the petty differences of men
Fall away as I ascend
No longer one of them
On TV and state radio
I watched the Red Ghost legend grow
They closed the book and threw it at you
Clipped your wings and put up statues
The prize bird behind gilded bars
The first of men to touch the stars
Now you always hurt the ones you love
Taunted by the freedom of the hawk and dove
Now alcohol tempts you to flee
From this hotel balcony
Press and commissars have told you
There is no earthly power that can hold you
So like Icarus before the sun
One final pair of wings to burn
You fall star-like to earth again
For the angels and the gods are but the dreams of men
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10. |
Shooting at Cans (Poem)
01:03
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Shooting At Cans
Child’s play with your BB rifle;
shooting at cans, shooting at cans.
Earned your stripes for Uncle Samuel;
he made you a man, he made you a man.
Christian soldiers on parade;
Sousa big band, Sousa big band.
Off to fight the great Crusade;
Contra-Iran, Contra-Iran.
Sing Hail to the Chief as his sabre rattles;
line in the sand, line in the sand.
Computers and robots are winning his battles;
badda-bam-budda Buddha Bamiyan.
Marshal the Press Corps and press gang the umpire;
Kofi Annan, Kofi Annan.
Bushwack the ragheads without facing gunfire;
Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
Out hunting snipe you’ve been trained for hard targets;
Americana American.
Now you’re home on the range in your own supermarket;
shooting at cans, shooting at cans.
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11. |
Soldier Song
03:13
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Soldier Song
The forgotten soldier still answers the call
He still remembers the writing on the wall
It said your country needs you
But the years have slipped by
You grow old and you find
She doesn’t need you any more
Backlit by lightning like scarecrows on the wire
Through the screams and fighting
The gas burned your lungs like fire
They fell like stalks in a field
Under harvesters blades
But some always remain to stand lonely in the wind
By a country roadside among the green fields of France
He lays a wreath of flowers recalls the final advance
Wonders why he’s here today
But you know what they say
Old soldiers never die they just fade away
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12. |
Acidhead Susie (Poem)
00:36
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Acidhead Susie
Acidhead Susie
chunky junkie
pothead floozie
fast lane flunky
crunchy munchies
tea and mushies
liquid lunches
headrush flushes
dippy pie-eyed
astral hippy
trippy tie-dyed
chocolate chippy
sick and sourly
sweet and sooty
flower powerly
sleeping beauty
high life
never knows tomorrow
red hot knife
she sucks and swallows
ripped and wronged
monged and bonged
going going
going
gonged
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13. |
Strict Tempo
06:05
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Strict Tempo
The foot that turns, the nimble step,
The hip glide and the steady chin,
Are all belonged to Morag
As she ushers sixty in.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
What’s the story?
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
From the waves, up from the fields,
From the young man hungry ocean,
They’d haul the nets and drop the plough
Tae watch her poetry in motion.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
What’s the story?
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
One led her like a thoroughbred
Through two-step, jig and reel.
He wrapped her in his Rousay waltz
Like sand upon the seal.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
What’s the story?
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
Their son rose strong as Brodgar stone
And graceful as the winds blow,
She tried tae keep his feet in step
And raised him in strict tempo.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
What’s the story?
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
But his heart skipped tae a different beat
Within the arms o’ ither men.
She swore she’d never see his face
Or speak his name again.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
What’s the story?
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
She’s lost her lad who found a love
That dare not speak its name,
He danced wi’ death in Edinburgh,
He’s never coming hame.
Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe,
There’s the story,
Heel-toe, heel-toe,
Morag in her glory.
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14. |
Cowboys (Poem)
01:28
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Cowboys
You’d like Mark.
He’s young and free and very single.
We take the number 28
which dumps us at the factory gates
where we make cash
machines.
He speaks wearing earphones
and a small smile.
‘Night shift’s a killer eh?’ says he.
-True enough-
Mark hasn’t missed a day since we started.
‘I take every minute of overtime.’
-I know-
We all think he’s mad.
Did I know it was his wee boy’s birthday tomorrow?
-No-
He’s gonnae be five.
He’s got him a Game Boy
and they’re having a party.
‘The wee man’s brilliant at computer games.
He stays up all night and flies through space
killing alien invaders.’
Mark loves computer games and he’s got an idea.
‘Ye could be in the Wild West.
Ye could be a cowboy or a sheriff or the baddie
and go into the saloon and play poker
and ride on the plains
and through canyons
wi yer horse and yer gun.
That wid be a great game!’.
-I suppose so-
We disembark the 28
and trudge toward the factory gate
where Mark puts in for overtime
and works the whole weekend.
They all think he’s mad.
I know he’s not.
Mark builds cash machines
but he’s got a five year old son
who saves the world.
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15. |
Widow of Rhodes
10:02
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Widow Of Rhodes
Leather faced I am
and tough as old boots.
Black on black on black I am;
black for my daughters,
black for my sons,
black for my husbands.
I defy this punishing heat
and soak up the spiteful sun.
It was the quaking earth who broke me,
rattled my bones
and toppled my spine
like a column of Lindos.
It wasn’t always so.
Once I was pale alabaster,
It wasn’t always so
a sleek caryatid beauty,
who scolded Colonels with a mother’s rage.
Red flagged and red blooded
Fighting for freedom with a woman’s voice.
Once I was flesh and blood,
even as you are now.
Lithe, supple and flushed with life.
When the grey coats marched the Jews away.
When Fascist rifles
spat in the faces of our Fathers.
I was a child then
The calico nymph,
the mountain orchid,
the island rodhos.
Fresh as the Aegean wind
and tough as old boots.
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Mr.Eric Blair At Corryvrechan
Nightmare builds from the Jura swell.
Mere words do her no justice.
Her mood overwhelms any small man in a boat.
The monster seizes you in fearful tumult
and flips your hollow shell for no good reason.
Not your own life, but a child’s and a bride’s,
swirl before your eyes.
Fierce undertow hauls clear the outboard from its mooring.
Technology drops deadweight to the very bottom.
Spilled sodden blankets spin with all the insanity of flags.
You’ve coughed and you’ve bled,
wielded like scalpels the sword and the pen,
but only desperation or fathomless divine whim
will spare you this revolution.
So two legs are better than four
and suddenly worse than none at all.
Idiot brine drowns you in childish allegory
and betters your very best.
No one mind or chamber can hold the indifferent horrors of this world.
Weaker men forever yield to them.
Watch now as ranks of us rear up to spit salt in your eye.
Your lone voice is obliterated by the Atlantic roar.
So you strike out blindly
and you scream
and you cry
and you curse
and you choke back the blood in your lungs,
‘til they burst.
Pitted singly against this ocean of mockery
no-one takes up your fight.
We all make our excuses.
We do what we must to survive
and we do what we must to survive
and we do what we must to survive.
But no-one survives.
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17. |
Bold Magnus
05:31
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Bold Magnus
I’m Magnus of Hoy, I belong to the waves,
The sea is my mistress and shall be my grave
Take heed of my song.
Chased by the dolphins and jeered by the gulls
They’d follow our wake from the Skerries to Hull
And the Old man of stone
There to welcome us home
Though bitter north winds made my soul sore afraid
In kirks and in missions the womenfolk prayed
For our safe return
They’d crowd us at anchor for the wealth in our hold
We’d harvest the seas turning silver to gold
No room left below, the creel overflows
And all the girls cry for Magnus come home from the sea
One by one my old crew passed the bridal cog round
And the lassies all wondered would Magnus bed down
And take root on the land
The stars as my guides steered me to her that night
And the moon parted clouds for to gaze on the sight
Of her eyes shining like pearls and her seaweed dark curls
She said, ‘I like you am a stranger to land’
Humbled my heart with a touch of her hand
And led me astray
Tell me what man can fathom a love run so deep
I cradled my peedie young beauty to sleep
But the sun struck the mist from the bay
And my love was vanished away
I took up the helm with a spurned man’s pride
Fished the dark swell where the white horses ride
Heard the old Thunder God’s roar
He puffed out his cheeks and he blew ‘til they cracked
Split our proud masthead and broke my poor back
Oh darkest of days
Stole my shipmates and sea legs away
No more would Bold Magnus go sail on the sea
I gazed seaward beneath the dark shoulder of Hoy
Dreaming alone as the years drifted by
Of seeing her face
She came with the seals and lay down by my side
Her lips touching mine we slipped under the tide
And swam clear to the sea
My Selkie and me
I am Magnus of Hoy
I belong to the waves
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Alternate
for Robert Wyatt
Jazz Robert
Tequilla
Progressive Robert
Southern Comfort
Hairy Robert
Tequilla
Vibrant Robert
Southern Comfort
Psychedelic Robert
Tequilla
Lout Robert
Southern Comfort
Soft Robert
Tequilla
Communist Robert
Southern Comfort
Tequilla
Southern Comfort
Te q ui ll a
S ou t her n Co m fo r t
T e qu i l la
la
la
la
la
la
la
la
la
l
l
Beautiful Robert
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19. |
Last Orders
05:12
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Last Orders
I drain another beer and strip the barmaid with the old evil eye
A couple more skinfulls puts off staggering home to the wife
Feed my wages to the bandit soon run out of money and luck
Got the bum’s rush before I could score
Slid like a snake across the liquour stained floor
Kicked out in the street when I ask for one more
He pulled me from the gutter put a steadying hand on my arm
He said ‘You’ve had enough already son so another won’t do you no harm
There’s a bar a little further down the road here where my credit is good’
I said ‘I’m tempted but I don’t feel too stable’
He said ‘I guarantee they’ll find us a table
And there’ll be top-ups as long as you’re able’
So I said that I would
Through the glass revolving doorway beneath the red lamp on the wall
The waitresses were angels and they poured the whisky tall
Full of smoke and sweat stained mirrors that stared back into your soul
The juke box played the devil’s music that old time rock and roll
He comes on over familiar and everyone here knows your name
He pours a generous measure of loneliness heartache and shame
The flies round the bar all have faraway looks in their eyes
The women look hot but their expressions are cold
I know it’s a poisoned chalice I hold
I know this is more than just one for the road
Says he ‘You know it’s bad manners to leave before your glass has run dry’
But I can’t finish this whisky no matter how hard I swallow and try
He raises one eyebrow says ‘Son don’t you know where you are?’
Well I sweat like a pig in the sweltering heat
It takes all of my strength to pull myself to my feet
And I see my own corpse face down in the street
He said ‘Welcome to the purgatory bar’
Through the glass revolving doorway beneath the red lamp on the wall
The waitresses are angels and they pour the whisky tall
Full of smoke and sweat stained mirrors that stare back into your soul
The juke box plays the devil’s music that old time rock and roll
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20. |
Sun King (Poem)
00:41
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Sun King
Lully carves the very air for you
with two dozen violins.
They caper, prance and play for you
Dukes, Dauphins and Kings.
Cathedral choirs sing for you,
invest you with God’s majesty.
Nations cry and sweat and bleed for you
and Versailles’ ruthless symmetry.
Olympus waits in stone for you
and bows to your reflection
in the mirrored hall that shines for you
and your daily resurrection.
The fawning and the fearful orbit and surround you.
So what’s it like to know for certain
that the world revolves around you?
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21. |
Wonderland
05:12
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Wonderland
Where will I go when my eyes close?
I know I cannot live forever
Here in Wonderland
My love is gone, our child has grown
And I could never dream such beauty
Would ever come to me
No Paradise could match this life
Here in Wonderland
Yes I have sinned and I regret
Too late I offer my forgiveness
To those who poisoned me
My heartbeat stills, I bow my head
And thank you for immortal hours
That you spent with me
When we are gone only our songs
Remain in Wonderland
I have loved and I have played the fool
And wasted my days chasing phantoms
Until I understood that I too must fade away
This breathing stops, the clock stands still
Beyond the sky the sun is frozen
And I must take my leave
My cooling touch, this parting wish
That you my son live for tomorrow
Forget today
Now I am gone I leave you my song
To sing in Wonderland
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Denise Is Coming Out Today
God knows she’s waited long enough,
my little sister of the cross,
to cast aside the crucifixion albatross.
No more need to pray.
Denise is coming out today.
The heart you slept alone with
dreamt the answer all along.
Mute childhood hymns and sing aloud your own song.
Same sex love discovery.
Denise shares her petite dejeuner.
Uncrop your hair and drop that placard.
Leave those combat boots at home.
This celebration has no place for uniforms.
Glad to be gay.
Denise is coming out to play .
Secrecy is cowardice.
Bravery is truth.
The voice of courage silences the weeping scars of youth.
Tomorrow swallows doubt.
Denise is coming out.
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The Ballad of Jupiter Fring
See that light in the sky?
Well that’s where I’m from
And I’m going home when I die
My oh my, Lady Gravity
Will lose hold of me and I’ll fly
I was born on the day that the Earth stood still
My veins run with alien chlorophyl
And my homeworld spins a billion miles away
I’ve got mind reading powers and x-ray eyes
And that’s how I came to realise that the end is near
And I’ve got to get out of here
You’ve got sex, drugs and rock n’ roll
Red head women and whisky
But here on my TV screen comes another obscene
War movie scene
I’ve got radio hearing and plastic skin
But you’re still getting to me
I’m tuning in to your nightmares
And your gun-toting fantasies
When I get back home I think I might send you all a postcard
Just before you become extinct like the dinosaurs
With all your crazy gods and religious wars
I’m beaming up
You’ve burned a hole in the sky and it looks like your time is up
I’m phoning home
I’m hitchhiking back to my heavenly pleasure dome
I came down to help you out on my secret mission
But don’t call us we’ll call you
You’ve failed your audition to reach the stars
The ice caps are melting it’s time to run
Your finger’s on the button
It’s time for me to thumb a lift out of here
Back up through the atmosphere
My flying saucer’s waiting it’s time for me to go
So thank you for the music
It’s been nice getting got know you all
Before your big curtain call
Now I’m up on this window ledge
Fifteen stories above you
There’s a voice trying to talk me down
Saying ‘We’re all on your side
Please don’t commit suicide’
But...
See that light in the sky?
Well that’s where I’m from
And I’m going home when I die
My oh my, Lady Gravity
Will lose hold of me
So now I’m up in the sky
You’re all way below
Waving please don’t go, but...
Don’t you know I can fly
I step into air
Time to kiss you all
Goodbye
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Richard Gorman Dundee, UK
Instructions for use:
1 Acquire Albums 2 Acquire whisky 3 Ensure no interruptions for the next hour 4 Dim Lights 5 Turn it up
Drink and repeat as required.
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