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Your Pointless Beauty
05:58
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Your Pointless Beauty
Of all the tragedies that happen,
While all our tattered lives remain,
Pointless guilt that makes us shattered,
This is for me is the biggest shame.
I will always love your pointless beauty,
I will not fear a loss of grace,
And if I can dream of your pointless beauty,
In this world I have a place.
Nothing matters except our seeing,
Those we are meeting everywhere,
See in their life, their self, their being,
This pointless beauty that we share.
I will always love your pointless beauty,
I will not fear a loss of grace,
And if I can dream of your pointless beauty,
In this world I have a place.
We need not possess or fear or conquer,
No need compare or to impress,
To dream and to be this pointless beauty,
Then we know we make perfect sense.
I will always love your pointless beauty,
I will not fear a loss of grace,
And if I can dream of your pointless beauty,
In this world I have a place.
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Molten
05:13
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Molten
Your heart is molten,
There comes a healing,
Of the broken pieces,
Splintered inside me.
Now the flame will burn,
Melts into the earth.
So, pour like molten, gold,
Onto me, a broken soul.
To be loving is a fortune,
Though sometimes we lose,
Hurting like we never knew,
That our heart could bruise.
The mended wound,
Becomes the strongest.
So, pour like molten, gold,
Onto me, a broken soul.
We melt and hold together,
Make our fragments whole,
So, pour like molten, gold,
Onto me, a broken soul.
Your heart is molten,
There comes a healing,
So, pour like molten, gold,
Onto me, a broken soul.
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3. |
Honeycomb Road
05:52
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Honeycomb Road.
I am lying on Honeycomb Road,
Doesn’t anyone love me anymore?
Curled in a breath choked ball,
Will you comfort me, or drive over?
I am a spiny echidna urchin,
My eggs are counting moons,
Clutching onto my burden,
I will be roadkill soon.
I need comfort, comfort sweet,
This sting has stolen all my dreams.
The night left me on my own,
I wept inside, I drowned my soul,
I want comfort, sweet comfort,
Lay me down on Honeycomb Road.
Bees come buzzing for nectar,
Spin me round once more,
Say that life stings sweetly,
Every rose has thorns.
I felt the stab of the piercing eye,
Straight to my heart, I choke,
I feel like roadkill, pass me by,
This hull, my ribs, are cracked and broke.
I need comfort, comfort sweet,
This sting has stolen all my dreams.
The night has left me on my own,
I weep inside, I drown my soul,
I need comfort, sweet comfort,
I lay me down on Honeycomb Road.
Basket weavers come help me,
Tomorrow is near they say,
Gather your reeds for wicker,
Plait them together the next day.
What we create becomes the future,
Roses from thorns or honeybee stings,
We are weavers our own adventure,
If we be roadkill or if we will live.
But I want comfort, comfort sweet,
This sting has stolen all my dreams.
The night had left me on my own,
I wept inside, I drowned my soul,
I needed comfort, sweet comfort,
Laid down my burden on Honeycomb Road.
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The Future Has Kindly Passed Me By
She is coming along the cold, damp street,
Walking in the Moon Grove light,
She wants for nothing, I feel released,
The future has kindly passed me by.
I look to the light, the burning sun,
I have made this new life my own,
Yet still the mills and coal mines,
Always, those shadows follow.
I come home on this faraway ferry,
I walk on land with its own dark story,
Told by people for as long as time,
As long as a song line memory.
I watch the children playing,
Some with skin that easily burns,
Then I remember the blackened sleet,
Falling as freezing acid rain.
I think of cotton dust in choking mills,
The hellish pits, the frozen hills,
The silent eyes of deep distrust,
The bitter tongue, the iron will.
You held them close, for safety,
Safety not yours, but mine,
A child was born, another died.
Your life was lost, but I survived.
The lines of my nerves, my frozen verse,
Followed the path of your songs,
The clatter of words, told me to run,
By the light on the damp, dark stones.
This child, she has your eyes that burn,
And skin that sees and feels,
In one glance of a shuttered lens,
I see past and future meet.
She is back in the cold, damp street,
Standing in the Moon Grove light,
She wants for nothing, I feel released,
The future has kindly passed me by.
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5. |
Naked America
03:36
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Naked America
Fantasies rule our leaders,
In the land of shifty reason,
Reality becomes a theatre.
Humanity a treason.
When the only safe refuge,
Is a stolen shelter.
In that land who can be free
In naked America?
Where a society drowns,
So many holes in the net
So many ways to tumble through,
All the choices to regret.
Like wreckage washed up on the shore,
We can be lying, crippled, in pain,
Suddenly our world is no more
In a land where nothing is safe.
There must be someone who pays,
For nursing, to heal the wounds,
Someone will take the blame,
Another life must be ruined.
And if they will refuse,
To live in a stolen shelter,
They become the loser.
So who is free in America?
Fantasies rule our leaders,
In the land of shifty reason,
Reality becomes a theatre.
Humanity a treason.
When the only safe refuge,
Is a stolen shelter.
In this land who can be free
In naked America?
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6. |
Magician
04:00
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Magician
Don’t lead me down tunnels, magician,
Conjure the wizard right here.
Can you feel the magician in your soul?
Careful, not to let it take you far,
Handkerchiefs turning into birds,
Taking rabbits out of hats,
Running down holes never seen before.
Don’t lead me down tunnels, magician,
Conjure the wizard right here.
I will pray for the wizard within,
To find the spirit, the wisdom to see,
Know this place, this time,
To ease the sadness, blow kisses,
Smooth ripples, share the bliss.
Don’t lead me down tunnels, magician,
Conjure the wizard right here.
Rain on glass reflects the sun,
Stay with the specks of light,
Flutter tinsel bombs of laughter,
Conversation dancing out from cafes,
Glimpses of the jewels of life.
Don’t lead me down tunnels, magician,
Conjure the wizard right here.
Don’t lead me down tunnels, magician,
Conjure the wizard within.
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Bring That Magic Down On Me
When you smile at me
I am in a foreign land,
Don’t recognize who I am.
When I look in one mirror, I’m in the world,
In two mirrors, I see your smile.
In three mirrors, I see my soul.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me.
I see nine coloured circles, I see the sky,
I see heaven, I see your eyes,
I see the moon and then you’re gone,
Then look again and you return.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me.
When you’re here it’s a different world.
I see the moon, I’m in a foreign land.
Ask the Lord to help me find my way,
Don’t let me be a sinner, I will pray.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me.
I look in two mirrors, I see your smile,
My prayers are answered, for the while.
We can be saints or sinners, anytime,
Take the path of light, do not choose the fire.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me.
This foreign land, where we will be,
Ghost or angels, what are we?
Come from heaven, here I see.
Lord, that heaven, down for me.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me,
Foreign land with heaven’s sky,
My prayers are answered, for this time.
I see the moon and you return,
Shine on your smile, that’s what I see.
Bring that heaven down for me.
Bring that magic down on me,
I look in three mirrors, I will see
My soul, looking back at me.
Bring that magic down on me,
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8. |
Money In The Mouth
05:47
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Money In The Mouth.
He was a weaver of nightmare,
A conjurer of fear,
Who spoke into my dreaming,
Like he had whispered in my ear.
“The morning has gold in its mouth,
And saves its smile for me.
You could say it has a poker face.
Hokey Pokey gold coins for me.
Put a coin in my mouth, pull my lever,
I’ve come a long way from Paradise Lane.”
“Judges smile, then pay my bills,
Hokey Pokey, watch my hands,
Left hand in, right hand out,
Hey, turn around, shake it all about,
Have a cigar, I’m happy to see you.”
Crook like Rook, Crooked as Rook would.
He is a long way from Paradise,
In a mansion with a stolen handgun,
Long way from the desert mystery.
You said your prayers in Paradise Lane.
Was it worth it, can you say?
The Hullaballoo, the Hokey Pokey,
You who sail your pretty boat,
Look back upon the shore,
See the smile, the money in the mouth,
Riding on a Ghost Train, to eternal fire.
He was a weaver of nightmare,
A conjurer of fear,
Who spoke into my dreaming,
Like he had whispered in my ear.
But necks don’t break so easily,
Tongues are twisted, then they talk,
Hocus Pocus, Hoc Est Corpus Meum,
This is my body, written in chalk,
This is my body, this is my blood,
This is my table, this is my chalk.
I will pray for fourteen days.
For the lives, for the burning,
For the grieving on Christmas day,
For the children that won’t return.
For the money in the smiling mouth,
They say prayers in Paradise Lane.
He is a long way from Paradise,
In a mansion with a stolen handgun,
Long way from the desert mystery,
Say your prayers in Paradise Lane.
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9. |
Holy Hallows Eve
06:00
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Holy Hallow’s Eve
Pray for saints and martyrs
This holy Hallows Eve.
We see them as angels,
Not bones we never grieve.
On this earth your value
Is more than you will ever own.
In heaven there are saints and martyrs
That we will never know.
The sacred will be revealed.
We see it in the smallest things,
Pray for saints and martyrs,
The protection that they bring.
In our ragged grave clothes
We call out to be saved,
Stumble from the dust,
Lifted up to heaven’s gate.
Pray for saints and marytrs,
Whose names were never said,
And for those lost souls
Still looking for their bed.
Take your grinning revelries,
Wherever you may please.
I will pray for saints and martyrs
This holy Hallows Eve.
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10. |
My Forest, My Breath
03:48
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My Forest, My Breath
In this chapel forest
Hold close my heart beat,
I will take no custody of yours,
I declare this time,
To hear the silent speak.
Ourselves, the trees, all beings,
We filter, we keep, purify, release,
Thoughts, breath to mend this world,
Some would call this prayer,
I will call this prayer.
Here, existence shared,
You, the towering trees,
Breathing out, made my breathing able,
Air vapour made by endless leaves,
We were born in a forest cradle.
Countless existence,
Fragile at the end of time,
Made for another to inhale,
Obscene Anthropocene,
Scorching winds, locust plagues.
I will make dreams for you,
I feel the mind trap lifting,
The prayers are coming through,
This peace, this freedom,
This clemency, it must be God.
In this chapel forest,
Hold close my heart beat,
I will take no custody of yours,
I declare this time,
To hear the silent speak.
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11. |
Density Of Trees
04:21
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Density of Trees
Climate change where should you be?
Seeking food and shelter?
The presence of a river, the density of trees?
How many will cross the river?
The was a forest here, long before these trees.
It takes a forest to give shelter to the trees.
So, Climate Change exists,
Is this an apocalypse? Is this a prophesy?
From denial to surrender,
Has it come to this?
Is this world so broken,
We think it can’t be fixed?
The presence of a river, the density of trees,
Is this the conversation when SHTF?
This is not a video, not fake reality,
Being on your own, a hero with no plan?
Presence of a river makes a community,
Do you see a forest, or the density of trees?
So Climate Change is here,
How do we protect the earth?
Why think back 10,000 years?
Are you feeling scared?
Striking rocks to make a fire?
Look to where humanity has not harmed this world.
Seeking food and shelter? That is how we survive.
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12. |
Sign of Their Madness
02:57
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Sign Of Their Madness
Sitting on stones,
Sharing our bread.
Our bread.
Our bread.
A crowd believes whatever it is seeing,
Whatever, whatever it is seeing.
From the east and the west.
Sign of their madness.
Keep a watch upon your house.
Clinging to a rock,
Hanging by a thread.
How can we save ourselves,
In these coming years?
Keep a watch upon your house.
A crowd believes whatever it is seeing,
Whatever, whatever it is seeing.
From the east and the west.
Sign of their madness.
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Keep A Watch Upon Your House
We come from opposite ends,
To meet upon this stage,
We look to the centre,
There is an apple on a table.
We look from both directions.
From the east and the west,
It is seen as different,
From the place that we have left.
This stage creates then denies massacres,
Where pirates sneer at the princess,
We are told they made their own bruises.
Every injury is a sign of their madness.
From where I am standing,
I see an x marks the absence,
A deep hole that is descending
And reality is a nothingness.
Where electricity is invented,
By a self styled genius, more bizarrely,
Over and over again, each one of them
Will turn a country into an army.
A moulting shirtless emperor,
Lying mounted on a mountain,
Jaded, crazy like those before,
Making lovers from a hologram.
Not a clock ticking, hiding in plain sight,
Who will take your children’s dreams?
Who will steal them in the night?
What will be whispered before they fall asleep?
In this theatre truth is hung on a cross,
Laid down, speared, bleeding,
On this stage no meaning, reason, purpose.
A crowd believes whatever it is seeing.
This day, who could be the serpent,
And who could be the mouse?
No faith in locks, pray for strength,
Keep a watch upon your house.
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Gladsome Throng, the coming together of the poetry and voice of Valerie Cameron with the soundscape of Robert Cumings, is greater than the sum of its parts.
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