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 turn my back, try to run, but Can’t escape what’s in my mind. Anyway, anywhere,…
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 inside, inside and outside, is silence and noise. The noise and the silences of one…
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. You’ve got your stories, your history, and your glue. But can you stick it together, whatever’s…
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 torn You count up, or count down Same story, different town Warm bodies, colder parts…
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 eyes and now they’re winking, From the shore – out you go. There are cardboard…
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 the onion and get something more real from the looking. I guess it does a…