city slumber

Whisper your dreams, while the city sleeps
In moonlit days, your secret it keeps

Nineteen crimes behind closed doors
Quiet screams and restless shores

Never knowing, when the night will end
I’ll help you breathe, and feel free again

Nineteen crimes behind closed doors
Quiet screams and restless shores

ghost train

On a bed of lush green grass
Life worn feet tell of the long deep past
Love expressed and sorrow found
The sighs from the hallowed ground

Beneath the earth so your spirit rises
Memories twisted broken in the grave
They hoist you up to fall again
The sighs from the hallowed ground

A half opaque trail of smoke across the horizon
Thats lost in it’s own illusion
It goes on and on, it goes on on and on

retreat to hangover square

Buy a drink for me
Then I think we’ll see
Islands meet with secret prayers
Now retreat to Hangover Square

My relentless skin holding me in
Tear it open my skeleton swim
Guards and soldiers bar release
Time beheaded and left outside in peace

Out of place like the moon
Clear as day when it’s only noon
A dove disappears behind a cloud
My voice disappears in the crowd

Pearls of wisdom washed on the shore
Open to those seeking more
Who can I share all of myself
Mermaids queue and bathe within my wealth

You said you won’t ever close your eyes
‘Cause it’s just too dark inside
Let’s just sit and touch the sea
Time to focus and slip, into, the real me

Out of place like the moon
Clear as day when it’s, only noon
A dove disappears behind a cloud
My voice disappears in the crowd

ladybird

…And just then, a ladybird dropped down, with questions in her eyes
But her words, were pictures in smoke, to inhale, internalise
“When you see, the pictures on the wall, of this prison paradise…”
“Do you see, yourself as the star, in the movie of your life?”

Could be time to slow it up, could be time to speed it down
Focused only on your heart, but your head still hangs around

You just have to feel something, you don’t have to understand

“Let me film, everything you do, let me screen it ev’ry night”
“Sing along, ev’ry time I play, a soundtrack to your eyes”
As the lights, and curtains fall from view, I whisper once again
Thanking her, explaining that I’ve found, this film will keep me sane

Could be time to slow it up, could be time to speed it down
Focused only on your heart, but your head still hangs around

You just have to feel something, you don’t have to understand

Photo by Lucas Packett

angels and anvils

A tribute to Chris Whitley

All the things you left unsaid
All the things you left undone
I’m crying for the poems unwritten
Burning for the passions unsung

So soon

The angels that you made for us
The anvils that we heard you hold
All the love that kept you free
Shining and to be told

Too soon

I feel the dust settle and burn
Too soon for a wild, wild, return

Your angels and anvils slipped away
Slipped away

Painting with an open heart
Honestly mysterious
Never could I have known
The life you made delirious

So soon

I feel the dust settle and burn
Too soon for a wild, wild, return

Your angels and anvils slipped away
Slipped away

So so tired of thinking too much
Thinking too much

Your angels and anvils slipped away
Slipped away

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