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1. |
Barafundle
04:16
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Far across the muddy water
Steel fingers lace the lands together
And if I pay the price of asking
Then I will reach that distant shore
And I will travel down the highways
Through coal-black valleys steeped in rain
And thread my way through needle forests
‘til I come home again
And I will cast my cares behind me
And I will taste November sea
And leave my footprints in the billows
As they wash over me
Far across the muddy water
Steel fingers lace the lands together
And if I pay the price of asking
Then I will reach that distant shore
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2. |
Boy in the Attic
05:26
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The world was at his fingertips
The words were on his tongue
The blood was on his hands
The boys were on the run
The sound of pain was on his mind
The rain was on the roof
The tissued lies inside his head
Were inches from the truth
But the boy in the attic told his darkest tales
Of sutured skin and bloody trails
While the dick in the diner joshed the frails
He turned the page
And staked the mail
The boy in the attic, the fly on the wall
Had a twist in his tale
That fooled us all
The ink poured from the quills and nibs
And ran against the grain
The line between the truth and fibs
We’re driving him insane
The tattooed pages writhed with life
The shadows hid the light
The needle points that pierced the skin
Were shimmers in the night
But the boy in the attic told his darkest tales
Of splintered bone and DNA
While the dick in the diner buffed his nails,
Paid the check, and filed for bail
The boy in the attic, the fly on the wall
Had a twist in his tale that fooled us all
The dirty deeds upon the page were twisted from within
The secrets passed from hand to eye were tantamount to sin
The body count was growing, the alibis were thin
The wired chair was humming and the padre stank of gin
But the boy in the attic told his darkest tales
Of severed heads and rusty nails
While the dick in the diner read the braille,
Turned the screw, and took the veil
The boy in the attic, the fly on the wall
Had a twist in his tale that fooled us all
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3. |
Breathless
04:19
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Breathless
Breathless
With every beat of my heart
Every moment apart
You leave me breathless
Breathless,
Breathless
Remember my kiss
Long after I’m gone
And though silence is bliss
Remember my song
And when darkness descends
And stars pierce the night
I’ll always be there
In the shadows and light
Remember our dreams
The worlds that we drew
The sum of our lives
The me, and the you
Remember the sights
Remember the sounds
Remember the lost
Remember the found
Remember the still
Remember the noise
Tumbling words
Scattering toys
Remember the fool
Remember the boy
Remember the tears
Remember the joy
Remember it all
When we run out of time
Walking the walk
Climbing the climb
And should memory fade
Like black holes in the sky
I’ll always be there
At the back of your mind
You leave me breathless
Breathless
With every beat of my heart
Every moment apart
You leave me breathless
Breathless,
Breathless
Breathless
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4. |
Curious Cafe
02:58
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Curious Café
There they sit as the clouds roll by
Dreaming dreams that will never die
Living their lives through each other’s eyes
Fluttering by
There they sit in the morning sun
Counting blessings one by one
Dappled shadows having fun
Fluttering by
Reading books, exchanging looks
Whiling the time away
Hour after hour
Day after day
The boy and the girl at the Curious Café
He touches her hand
She touches his soul
They sip their coffees and butter their rolls
They lose themselves in the sticks and stones
Fluttering by
Who could they be?
You and me?
Where will they go?
Who will they see?
All they have’s eternity
Fluttering by
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5. |
Eighteen Shots
05:19
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Eighteen Shots
Eighteen shots ring out across the estuary dawn
The white horse runs unbridled ‘cross the sands
The devil fills the night with his moonshine breath
And your precious time runs quickly through the fingers of his hands
Now you’re barefoot in the park
Hiding in the shadows and the doorways
Now you’re helpless in the dark
Lost between the devil and the highway
Take me home to the straggling river
Where the curlews call and the reed beds shiver
As bitter cold as a New York whore
Abandon me to my destiny
On that heron-priested shore
Send me some token that my hope may live
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest
Send me some honey to make sweet my hive
That in my passions I may hope the best
Send me nor this, send me nor that to ever increase my store
But swear though think’st 'I love thee', and no more
Take me home to the straggling river
Where the oysters sprawl in the salt-bed shimmer
As bitter cold as a New York whore
Abandon me to my destiny
On that heron-priested shore
Eighteen shots ring out across the estuary dawn
The white horse runs unbridled ‘cross the sands
The devil deals the deck with a hand of death
To the funeral march of a Chapel band
Now you’re barefoot in the park
Hiding in the shadows and the doorways
Now you’re helpless in the dark
Lost between the devil and the highway
Take me home to the straggling river
Where the redshanks trawl as the seasons wither
As bitter cold as a New York whore
Abandon me to Eternity
On that heron-priested shore
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6. |
Firenze
01:54
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Firenze
'cross arid fields alive with life
Poplars rose in shimmering light
We painted through the summer night
In perfumed air with colours bright
Firenze
On Cirrus steeds in Morphean skies
Clattering through the cobbled rise
Alight at Gates of Paradise
To gaze through Leonardo’s eyes
Firenze
One final look – one final rhyme
Each coffee now, a twist of time
Echoing Duomo’s mournful chime
We would have lived
And gladly died in your sweet arms of love
Firenze
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7. |
Head Rush
04:09
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Head Rush
I could be anywhere
Anywhere at all
Walking the streets
Awaiting your call
Leaving my body
Soaring away
Touching the light
Is this the day?
It’s life and death
It’s the final breath
Head rush
It’s the temple bell
It’s heaven and hell
Head rush
We do not choose the moment we arrive
We do not choose how many nights
Departure time rewinds uncharted
Live fearlessly,
And open-hearted
Until the final breath
With your name forever on my tongue
Head rush
I could be anywhere
Anywhere at all
Walking the streets
Awaiting your call
Leaving my body
Soaring away
Touching the light
Is this the day?
And know that I loved you
A lifetime long and more
My star is above you
Just watch how I soar
Head Rush
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Here is where the Heart is
I’ve walked Picasso’s gardens
Found his sketches on a stone
Taking tea with BB
The two of them alone
Now you’re here with me
And here is where the heart is
I’ve watched electric storms
Kiss the shoreline of the sea
Shimmering and shining
Bright diamondly
Now you’re here with me
Cause Here is where the heart is
I could travel to the moon and back
Never find what I’ve been longing for
Throw my arms around the world
Never find what I’ve been looking for
Cause it’s here at my door
The mirage i’ve been reaching for
Now your here with me
And Here is where the heart is
I’ve wined and dined with princes
Pretenders to the throne
But fairytales and poetry
Are better homegrown
And when you’re here with me
Here is where the heart is
Just stay here with me
Where my heart will always be
Where the heart is
Here is where the heart is
I’ve walked Picasso’s footsteps
Found his sketches on a stone
Taking tea with you
The two of us alone
You’re here with me
And here is where the heart is
Just stay here with me
Where my heart will always be
Where the heart is
Here is where the heart is
And here is my heart…
Now you’re with me
Here with me
And here is where the heart is
Whoo
Here is where the heart is
You’re here with me
Always here with me
And here is where the heart is
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9. |
Hungry Tonight
03:57
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Hungry Tonight
Give me the key
Give me the bunch
The carnivores are ravenous
Plotting their lunch
The bones and the gristle
Add to the crunch
The animals are hungry tonight
Key in the slot
Tumblers are falling
The Dik Diks are scared
The hyenas are calling
There are bells and whistles
As the dead come crawling
The animals are hungry tonight
I don’t need excuses to crack another bottle
They’re lined up in the rack in a sequence of strength
I’m celebrating corpses on Popocatépetl
Just about as high as I’m ever going to get
Knock on my door
Any time at all
The keys are on the table
In the corner of the hall
I’ve passed out in †he kitchen
So just take it all
The animals are hungry tonight
So,
Open the cages
Open the gates
Open your eyes,
Start spinning those plates
You want some more?
You’ll have to wait
The animals are hungry tonight
Caught in the crossfire
Mown down in blood
The prisoners are restless
Trapped in the flood
There’s fingers round my ankles
Deep in the mud
The animals are hungry tonight
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10. |
One More Summer Of Love
05:30
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One More Summer of Love
Northern stars tattooed on my fingers
In the summer of 69
On a Berlin train with the echo of the Ghetto
Pounding in the raging Rhine
It was all much closer than I ever dreamed of
Yet further than I dared to think
Twenty Five Years from there to here
In the land of Grey and Pink…
Now it's a grey old day in 88
There are bombs on the Greyhounds
And the Chevrolets cruise along The Devil's Way
As we ride the rails to God knows where
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Fear and pheromones ruled the air,
One more Summer of Love
I had a brother when i was young
He was a mystery to me
We never got along and now he’s gone
That was all he ever gave to me
I don’t miss him all that much
We only shared an hour or two
It’s hard to miss what you never had
When you’re coal house black and blue
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Tears and amphetamines ruled the head,
Give me one more Summer of Love
There was another brother lost to me
The one I have yet to meet
He came between the boy and the man I am
One minute old and he beat a retreat
I’ve only just begun wondering
How, when
One more Summer of Love
Give me One more Summer Of Love
Fear and hurricanes fanned the flames
One more Summer Of Love
Would we have ever got along?
Would we still be friends
Would he have changed my destiny
Would he have won in the end
Then the willow arrows cut me down
Cut me like a field of corn
The cars roared into the silent town
Leaving me reborn
Cowboys…
Indians…
New brooms
Blue moons
Bolt holes
Blue tunes
Washtubs
Rekkits Blues
Sunshine shadows
In the afternoons
Quarrels and the slamming of the coal house door
Trains on the Western roll
Tearing through the infinite black black hole
Taking out another soul
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Oh yeah, One more Summer Of Love
Fear and terror reigning down…
It’s just one more Summer of Love...
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11. |
Poison Pen
04:14
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Poison Pen
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
I can give you life, I can let you die
I can take your pain turn it into joy
I can take a girl and change her into a boy
Slow Poison dripping from my pen
Turning the screw
Oh, you tell me when
Cold-blooded murder, little ticking bombs
There’s no way out, but you and me are gonna get along just fine…
Slow Poison, tainted blood
Something in the DNA and the chemical scrub
Slow Poison,
Quicksilver thumbs
The last thing you’ll see is that setting sun
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
Slow Poison dripping from my pen
Turning the screw,
Oh… you tell me when
Cold-blooded murder, little ticking bombs
There’s no way out, but you and me are gonna get along just fine…
Making the notes
Nailing the facts
A diamond tip or a woodman’s axe?
Remington ribbons, little Mac bytes
Nail-biting days
Insomniac nights
Hand-crafted vellum, Sobranie Lights
Overheard confessions in the dead of night
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12. |
Questions & Answers
04:37
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Questions & Answers
Here is a chair
It used to be a nice chair
But now the gilt has faded
The brocade is torn and threadbare
But it seems to serve their purpose
It functions very well
The plexus punch is cushioned adequately
The cashmere scarf obscures the yell
Here is a table
The barley-twist legs are extremely fine
There is some water damage on the veneered surface
And bloodstains or maybe wine
There are deep, pitted cosh marks
That are thrown into relief in the arc light glow
Steam rises from the open wounds
For the water they use is as cold as snow
How can I tell them if I just don’t know?
Here is a window
The view holds me in its thrall
The shards of glass that lie shattered on the courtyard flags
Will lacerate and give purpose to my fall
Will they draw me back
Before the white, before the black
Will they crush my life in their calloused hands
An empty shell with no worth at all
Here is a house
This house is far from safe
This house is listening
There are wires in the wall
The doors are locked and bolted
No one can hear my call
No one can hear my thoughts
There is no one home at all
How can I tell them if I just don’t know?
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13. |
Red House
03:23
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Red House
My daddy, he was a truck driving man,
My mother, she worked in the mill
And all of my life I’ve been a man of the cloth
Lord knows I always will...
They took me down to the Red House
It was there I lost my faith
They took me down to the Red House
And I’m gonna make them pay…
Well I was born in Cheltenham town
On a grey October day
It took me two score years to come of age
But just one night to lose my way...
They took me down to the Red House
They tried to break my faith
They took me down to the red house
Someday they’re gonna pay
I stitch my tales with needle and twine
In the plying of my trade
I weave my threads of crimson crimes
And weep as the colours fade
They took me down to the Red House
They tried to break my faith
They took me down to the Red House
Someday they’re gonna pay
Take him down to the Red House
We’ve got to mend his ways
Take him down to the Red House
Make that sinner boy pay
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14. |
Secret Lovers
03:41
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Secret Lovers
It was sixty-nine and the heat was on
It hadn’t been long since that old ‘Dear John’
When the paperback boy in the pouring rain
Met the wolf in the baa-lamb’s clothing
He told his lies with a silver tongue
Filled my head with a poisoned hum
And boy, you should have seen him run
Like a bullet from a gun
And he ran to you
And he stole your heart
With his tales of the valleys
As he ripped us apart
And he took the prize
With a hunter’s knife
And he severed all the ties…
Nobody knew that we knew each other
That you and I were secret lovers
Cos we’d been together for oh so long
If only in our minds
It was New Year’s Eve and the rumours flew
With my ‘Hapshash’ hair and my platform shoes
And nobody there even had a clue
In the roughhouse and confusion
So I hid in the shadows losing you
Paving the way for a life of blue
It took a bit of magic and cosmic glue
To put us back together
Then I ran into you
And I won your heart,
Tilting at windmills, lunch in the park
And we stitched the quilt with invisible thread
And patched it back together
Nobody knew that we knew each other
That you and I were secret lovers
Cos we’d been together for oh so long
If only in our minds
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15. |
Shine!
03:26
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Shine
There were cats on the crossbar and lights in the night
There was music in the mist as we took to flight
There were cops in the shrubbery taking our names
There were stars in our eyes and the world was in flames
Shine
There were locks on the door and frost on the lawn
And we watched as the moonlight died in the dawn
The herons flew, the camomile brewed
The doves in the rafters billed and cooed
Shine
There were stars on the steps with anonymous names
There were pornographic knights who played their games
There were painters and poets and indelible dreams
There were swastikas carved in the castle beams
There were flags in the hallway covered in toads
Chickens in the basement, chickens on the road
You and me on overload
And Jakob preened and Jakob crowed
Shine
I don’t care if it’s wet or fine
As long as you’re mine, all I wanna do is shine
There was Escher at the baker, Anton in the Baarn
Queenie in a headscarf to keep her from harm
There was Pushkin and Pulin and Vietnam tears
There was M-biotic mayhem and TB fears
There were picnics in the poppies, Emperors in the grass
Bubbles on the doorstep, futures in the past
Smokes in the Oaks and swings in the Ash
Cous-cous in the Kosmos – life was a gas!
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16. |
Splinters & Sparks
02:41
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Splinters and Sparks
And he said
And she said
There were so many words that were left unspoken
And she cried when he lied
The hurt was deep and their hearts were broken
Tears obscure the lost horizons
Dreams are fading fast
On the shores of distant islands
Drifting in the past
Who was right?
Who was left in the silent storms and the hollow theft?
Who was weak?
Who was strong?
Who was shadow-dancing all along?
Dancing on the edge of nowhere
Splinters and sparks
Playing games of solitaire
All alone in the dark
Dancing on the edge of nowhere
Splinters and sparks
Playing games of solitaire
All alone in the dark
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Time After Time After Time
From the silt salt slime of Weston’s grime
Perpetually grey
Sixty Three was a summer breeze from Corcovado Bay
In Sixty Five we came alive
With Desmond Dekker and the Dave Clark Five
When every track the radio played
Was a visceral thrill, a purple pill, a glider, a lark on Rodborough Hill
Little Darling, is that you?
Is there something I can do?
If I loved you then, girl I love you now
As sure as the crow that follows the plough
It was clear as Christ who loved you the most
‘cause my love for you was nailed to the post
In Sixty Seven the colours came
With Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane
When every track the radio played
Was a cerebral thrill, a guilty pill
A couple of strokes ‘neath Stanley Mill
Little Darling, is that you?
Is there something I can do
If I loved you then, girl I love you now
As sure as the crow that follows the plough
It was clear as Christ who loved you the most
‘cause my love for you was nailed to the post
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18. |
The Windfall
03:30
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The Windfall
I came across an orchard with bloodstains on the ground
Fallen seed of bruised and bloody red
Sunlight glinting there upon the gall worms and the drones
Feasting on the remnants of the windfall
I searched me for some greening shade - a willow parasol
A sheltered sun-dark dome of mornings drop
Each careless step a memoir, a cider memory
Intoxicating revels of the windfall
And how they fade
And how they wither
How they leather up
And pass into the earth
Offering life through death, season by season
The cruelest culling harvest of the windfall
In the gardens of a house brought to life after the war
I was minded of the souls among the dew
Fields of far off summer mornings held them in their arms
The ruddy rising suns of the windfall
And the ghosts drift idly high over the orchard now
They hover over villages and towns
Each one a soul, each one a son,
A snapshot heart-held close, as the teardrops trickle down
And how they fade
And how they wither
Their cries to home were soundless in the dawn
And when the broken ones returned
No lessons had been learned
There is nothing to be learned from the windfall
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19. |
Zsa Zsa (for Craig)
04:34
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Zsa Zsa (for Craig)
Memories echo through the sun-dark alleys
Sights and smells and sounds and kisses
Moving eager ever onward
Art and commerce reconciled
Lost in thought he reminisces
Moments frozen hard in limelight
Warm, the sudden curtain call
With virgin-like anticipation
There he stands mascara fluttering
Pools of light play on his hands
Was it Barbra?
Was it Channing,
Was it Judy, was it Liza, oh no!
Was it Peggy, Bette or Elvis
Marlene, Mae, Tallulah,
Or was it you?
Whoever knew?
You bared your soul
To your disciples
The chosen few
Zsa Zsa, never Zsa Zsa
Zsa Zsa, Zsa Zsa, never she
Few compare to her pure glamour
Hit the notes, hit the hammer
At the Circus of Outrageous
Let’s leave Zsa Zsa in the wings tonight
Memories echo through the moon-kissed valleys
Highs and lows and hits and misses
Slipping slowly ever backward
Love and passion undefiled
Lost in thought she reminisces
Moments melting into starlight
Cold, the cruel paparazzi
Flashback flickering greenback dollars
There he stands, mascara fluttering
Pools of light play on his hands
Zsa Zsa, never Zsa Zsa
Zsa Zsa, Zsa Zsa, never she
Few compare to her pure glamour
Hit the notes, hit the hammer
At the Circus of Outrageous
Let’s leave Zsa Zsa in the wings tonight
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20. |
Rattlesnake Jar
02:37
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Rattlesnake Jar
Pain in my head buzzing like a hive
Powders and jelly-beans keeping me alive
Take one of these,
Take one of those
It takes a bunch of stuff to keep me on my toes
Cracking like the frosting on a birthday cake
Shaking in my skin like an old earthquake
Wish I had a choice but it’s how things are
Shaking all the sweeties in my Rattlesnake Jar
I’m sick and tired of this daily grind
Popping these pain pills is skewing my mind
Take one of these, take one of those
Open up the gizzard and down they goes
Spinning like a rooster on an old church spire
I’m running on empty and threadbare tyres
Bumping that road, all cobbles and tar’
Shaking all the sweeties in my Rattlesnake Jar
Wake me up, shake me up
Take another jigger from the poisoned cup
I know when it’s time to hit that fix
Cause you can't raise a stack without firing the bricks
Pain in my head - buzzing like a hive
Powders and jelly-beans keeping me alive
Take some of these, take some of those
It takes a mess of junk to keep me on my toes
Sharper than the spikes on a barbed wire fence
Messing with my head until it makes no sense
Wish I had a choice but it’s how things are
Shaking all the sweeties in my Rattlesnake Jar
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David Philip Ireland England, UK
David Philip Ireland is a writer, poet, musician, broadcaster and experimentalist.
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