demo memo recorded in Baurisheen. Crows scratching the air in the back garden. Early September 2019. Look at where the time has gone, how is this possible?
See the line, it’s far away but
Getting closer all the time
I …
demo memo recorded in Baurisheen. Crows scratching the air in the back garden. Early September 2019. Look at where the time has gone, how is this possible?
See the line, it’s far away but
Getting closer all the time
I …
Somebody is grafitting the walls down by the docks. The docks are deep, the docks are deep, the docks are deep to let the ships in and for… Somebody is writing “I’m not well Please talk” on the walls. See …
battleroad. song about dislocation and zerosum narratives. Or not.
Lyrics
On the battleroad, on the battleroad,
Whatever you were told, out on the battleroad.
You don’t fall, when you are dropped
Don’t know you’re moving, until the moving stops.…
Born willing, fire inside,
Voice wailing “I’m alive”
Torn silence, punctured peace
Time feeling ill at ease
Bruised knuckles, bloody knees
Some learning never heals
Pied pipers peddle lies
Plastic halos, hiding eyes
Born willing, every morn
More able, more …
In the winter of the will where we have parked,
There are new words dealing in the dark,
Out you go – all you know.
In the time spun off the clock where we are sinking,
There are distant pretty …
First song in a while. Don’t have time but couldn’t help myself. It feels like familiar territory, but something is new. A lot of the time I am retreading old ground anyway, looking to maybe strip away another layer of …