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[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Broodeye.mp3|titles=I’m Not There]

you’ve come this far doing what you can
don’t forget to turn the lights off when you leave
your master plan is an also-ran
and you know just about as much as you are led to believe

what is it that drives you on and drives you out of sight?
How can I get to where I go without you as my light?

I’m not there, I’m not wrong
I’m not there, I’m not gone

You made your way with little fuss and little was made of you
All those turning points and crossroads fade
Decisions melt and dissapear, no matter what you thought knew
And everything you ever owned has strayed

So tell me now what drives you on and drives you out of sight?
How can I get to where I’m going without you as my guide?

I’m not there, I’m not wrong
I’m not there, I’m not gone

Just let me know what drives you on and drives me out of my mind?
How can I get to where I need to be without you by my side?

I’m not there, far too long
I’m not there, don’t belong

Stars beyond the street lights
Ice settled on the road
December silently cold
Tell tale signs of a heart on fire

Will it keep me warm on the way home?
Make up for lost jackets and hours?
Or will it only fall into emotional fission
Tear apart the meaning of things

Mindful as ever,
Tripping over looping thoughtstreams
But clear as that chilled air,
The closeness and the moment foster longing there

How the restraint is tested
Winter buds hiding from the frost
But aching to burst forth in midnight bloom
Only to taste sharp rejection’s cruellest cost

Here comes the snow
To swallow the sleeping world
Catching fools like me off guard
Throwing life anon in eager earnest agony

It is a strange blaze that lights the soul
Or whatever word fits the internals
The mute unfolding of dna transcended
Rickety peace and faithless purpose

And what a strange thing I am
Balanced carefully on a knife edge of immature torment
Calling up storms of hail and sleet to better express my meaning
While leaning back to look for your attention

And there to the crux
Those restless feet that make me forget every other dancer
And for a while I forget too the numbers game and the cards dealt
And pure simple desire steals air to make flame

In the crooked circles I weave
Helpless and forgetfull
Mortal and selfish
what would would not otherwise exist

With every falling flake
Complexity returns to sweep out the dreams
The waking world learns the difficulties of shoveling snow
Frostbitten romantics snake into offices to serve shy distracted labour

Clueless and unbidden
Every time I get lost I find the same old landmarks
Early explanitory habits
But no frame of reference to complete the surface of things

Maybe I will try again,
To get a spark from old broken matches
And burn bright the cold kindling
But who knows what will be set ablaze?

So I see my lonesome brethern
And they chant far better lines
More skilled at this sui-surgery
And measured in their rhyme

And I see the mood is fading
Music shifting key
But the iced cars may not start this morning
We will have to wait and see

Demo:[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/FallingNotFlying4.mp3|titles=Off the Ledge]

G E F
Fell out of a window
G E F
Fell way out into the sea
Where waves of isolation
Drag everything away from me
Thought I heard a bird sing
But it was your alarm ring
Just ready to forgive me
Still swallowed by the tide so deep, yeah

Fell out of a window
Fell, float away from company
well, shores of seperation
Still waters in my memory
Sure I hear a gunshot
Not another big wind blowin’
Got a little way to go now
A little way left to creep

Met a real woman with her arms uncurled
When I woke I saw her sober, from another world
Met a real woman, with her love intact,
When I woke I saw her shimmer, more imagined than a fact

Feel like falling ice
Hear that funny voice
Feel like feeling nice
Gonna make a big new total choice

Travel up the coastline
With a full Sail set
Went sinking to the bottom like a lump of lead
Leave a life beind you
Did I fall, was I pushed?
Did I leave a life behind me
Was it living all that much?

Fell out of a window
Fell, looking for a place to be
Till times’s articulation
Tells how it is to be so free
Must have been the moonlight
That led me to this blue night
What did I do to get here
Why did I have to slip so deep, yeah

Woah, yeah!

SO deep, where the mind is loose and mean ideas creep

Woah, oh yeah…

Met a real woman with her arms uncurled
When I woke I saw her sober, someone from another world
Yes I found a real woman with her love intact
But when I woke I seen her fading, more a dream than a fact.

Travel up the coast with a full sail set
Now sinking to the bottom like a lump of lead.

Demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Show.mp3|titles=Show]

Leave your shack,
Can’t look back,
Feet falling as they cover cracks
Time to move my mindset, and move it right
Fight the dying rays of this fading light
So you’re so young now
But it won’t last long
This weak old man was once just as strong
Gather up those thoughts
Harvest in those crops
Pull in your nets and traps
before the winter drops

Just a show, kind of slow, kind of slow

Make a mental note
To get a bigger vote
Burn the ballot card
While the living’s hard
Don’t turn away to think
Go look it in the eye
Smell the rising stink
Where your reasons fly
Call the waiter here
Pay up the bill and clear
Before the food is delivered
We got the future considered
Change is not an option
It’s a solid fact
Arrange yourself so option
It becomes an act

Are we in control, When we’re so remote- Are we in control?

I was alone that night, on my own again
Listening to the silence
Some forgotten sin
Lets be polite and plain
Swap the sun for rain
While we speak and shrug
Of what I can’t explain
Now computer teeth
Reach for the climate switch
Hungry money greet
Starve inside the ditch
Still symmetry hold
Some order in the fold
Aimless story told
To warm the simply cold

Just a show, don’t you know, weren’t you told?

Are we in control, when we’re so remote, were you never told?

Is that a sound outside, better go an check
My paranoi primed, my picture looks a wreak,
Gotta take a shower, need to clean my mind
Try to chase the power, don’t know what I’ll find
In every story mud, in every moment dirt
In what you thought was good
Just get your money’s worth
Our eyes are sieves and signs
Our love is stretched and strained
Our shadows mock our lines
Nothing ventured gained

It was just a show, it was so remote, and I’ll never know.

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/SINGAL.mp3|titles=Singalong Blues (Take 1)]
Am G F#/G
If you had heard half a song,
Turned and went to run,
A road that stretches on and on,
Before your days are done.

If you had listened for a while,
Felt the beat and call,
Fought for miles, sat down to sigh,
Where the dew will fall.

–C–
And even as you drifted far away,
I was writing this to make you stay.
Even as you packed up and you left,
I was telling you just how I felt…
—

If you had memorized the tune,
Recall it as you walk,
Footsteps softly in the gloom,
When it’s too late to talk

And if we had beaten out that rhyme,
Simple as a match,
A melody burning yours and mine
Easy as a cold to catch.

–C–
And even as you drifted far away,
I was writing this to make you stay.
Even as you packed up and you left,
I was getting to just how I felt…
—

And if there was nothing in the song,
A restless ragged verse,
To help you lift yourself along,
In love you can immerse.

But maybe there is something in the lines,
A little heart and soul,
Can you feel those fleeting vibes
Fill the deepest hole?

Even as you drifted far away,
I was writing this to make you stay,
Even as you pack up and are gone,
Will you sing along?
With this broken song,
A sorry open song.
A simple hopeful song.

Chapters of a story lost and found
Twisted plotless play
Make up meaning as a craft,
But it’s throw-away

Time moves slowly in the wind,
Hours spent swapping tales,
Rain is soaking everything we find
In the stormy gales.

Sleepwalking,
Eavesdropping-
Move on by

Keep talking,
Eyes moving,
Come on in.

Still standing,
Crash landing,
Cannot fly

Find something
Gone missing,
Now and then.

flatline flatline
everybody’s lost time
flatline fast crime
find fault- all mine

now repeat after me
what a shock it was
no respect left to see
and don’t ask because

spent kids, spent kids,
can’t you pay the rent kids
smashed lids low bids
can’t expect the best ends

now you see what I say
what a thing to go do
making summer from hay
and lies that are true

word up word up
you can’t just make the words work
lost rules last fools
left behind in fine murk

the instructions are buffered
he noted we muttered–
we are tourists in our own lives,
and passing through with parsing eyes,
already out of date.

We were best before–
We are best before,
the instructions are stored,
and we are to others,
to ourselves.

Memory corrupted,
The endgame erupted,
Without noise or moment,
Into it, catapulted

In the distance dismembered
some beginning remembered
Heartache kept fresh
Alive and uncensored

The instructions are insane
To keep the beauty mundane
And the weight of the willing,
On the wane

What goes up and must come down
Leave the world and hang around
Avoid the pressure of plotlines in pipe dreams
There’s drama in the lost and found,
Drama when we hit the ground,
Drama in the leaving.

Oily edged liquidy sickness.
Cold fingers holding gut,
Coiling a knot and not knowing it.

Not knowing it,
Not knowing anything
Instant Education in remission
Value multiplied by time
Meaning and significance,
Laid side by side in brine…

Mottos and metaphors melt,
Into muck and the melody
The smell of fish and cold fingers
Peering into deeper water brother.

Scales peeling off, shed for good,
Drowned in the air under the floorboards,
Boat rocking and sloshing around,
gurgling choices make their sound

Meet you sometime- you name the place.
the thorn on my side is a selfish grace,
A greedy pain aimed forwards, a guilty pain aimed back,
It ain’t no race, no race, no race.

crunch it up and throw it out
where it is when you’re not about
driving home and i’m driving on
with a head of air in sand
Buried there by my own hand

Tear it off and burn it down
Why it still smokes when you’re not around
Smiling face in the darkest place
With the edge of night coming fast
Hedge your fist of bets to last

Break it down and take it in
When it goes off I see you spin
Heavy heart holds fears apart
And the break of dusty dawn
Will never take so long

Self destruct and think about it
Distract the centre with
Images of events spent
Pushing stones uphill
With open wounded skill

Round in circles day to day
Forget the world’s greater display
Mentions of moments laid to rest
Spaces between pauses lean
Against the flow that has always been.

Trundling a bundle on,
Pushing the covered wagon
Feet dragging, toes digging into the earth.

The sun obscured and hidden
Dry throat rasping in the parched air
Music retreats in the distance

Fumbling the simple things
Staying distant and affected
Mind sagging, flows right into the worth

Recapture the fading flame
Burn it bright and throw it away
Set alight the paper dreams,

Not much, not much, nothing doing, not as such,
Time to feel the physical world, the sharp edge of pain push,
lean against the tense coil of mental toil,
quieten the restless sea of mental boil

I go over, I come back
The country in a rack,
Our money drained away,
The grey corporate giants sway,
Suited and panicing,
Sinkholes, thinkholes, black holes stammering,
Confused bedlam breaking the austere ranks,
Set them to flame on the tide! We do not trust their kind!

But that is change,
that is progress.
Surely a more spiritual truth awaits,
If only it could be controlled,
Or can only a personal nothingness make sense…
The pillars of the boom, now shadows in a gloom…

Just when we were getting used to it to…

The commentators adrift
Prognosis skipped
Expectations guiding the realization,
Seeing what must be there,
the sharp eye can shape what it sees.

contact,
no contact-
slip away

counting,
no counting-
not today

closer,
no closer-
giving way

trying,
not trying-
hard to say

packed bags
picking scabs
stood too still to stay

the past chimes
with future crimes
built from the same foray

echos, ripples, rivers, givers
words sunk between the current
life amuk arise good luck
the tide will ride the torrent

reflection,
no reflection-
it’s a sign

symbolic,
so symbolic-
of the time

thinking,
no more thinking-
no more mine

acting,
reinacting-
in the mind

swinging off the stars
breaking keys in locks
hanging from the bars
never sees but mocks
(resting with the rocks?)

swearing at the crowds
lurking on the street
lying on the ground
Harbour severed beat

easy,
far too easy-
to give in

harder,
so much harder-
to know when

softly,
slipping sofly-
to the kill

empty,
mostly empty-
for the fill

Reality crunchin downwards,
Spitting shards strike pure.
Sudden-stop momentum,
Heart now moved for sure.

Motion burned in anger,
Vented in vacant space.
Twisted waiting danger,
Resltess smiling face

Instinct taking over,
Trust suspended low.
The self withheld and sober,
The self, at speed, to go.

No meaning preaching feeling,
No mission reaching out.
Drums beating at the wheeling,
Abandon face about

Pain is a funny thing,
Screaming voice to stop
Whatever you are doing
Now until it leaves

Many different types
Gangs of mutual enemies
Super villan collections
For every possible weakness

Like everything bar habit
Quickly forgotten,
State of being
Cannot be maintained

Oncoming buzz of the physical
Heavy dread of coiled anxiety
Angry biting snap of a sharp blow
Baited hooks of mistakes that grow

The self, mutated, driven out
Herding possibles away from the light
Fleeing systems move on without
Out of mind when out of sight

Light coating of nascent nostalgia
Weighty pang of well worn lonliness
Stomach wrenching jolt of nausea
Dead hard pulse of a rotten tooth

From the inside of a cloud
In full retreat sighing
Whatever now allowed
In our time of trying

Embrace the thousand natural shocks!
Do not search for the comfort of a warm bed!
Every resting point an incarcerating box
Quick to morph into restless dread.

Pains for gains
Spit for foul
Full funny gales
Stolen howl.

Forget
For old times sake
Forget
Let the self dissolve
Stand in the river of time and pay attention
No preaching now
Only
Reaching out and leaning
Windswept and honest
Neglect
For no one cause
Questions raindrops keeping pace
Osmosis in the end

I will take a slower line
Shuffle along a narrow path
Looking left and right
Darkness lighting the way
Though the smell of the spring and exploding green
Filling the air with gracious blossom
That fall away even as I try to find the words
To keep their palest colours alive
And the hedges bursting forth
Shrouding the roads in rampant growth
Mocking with their annual birth
The numbers of the numbered.
Damn its passing!
Curse its transient path!
Swear aloud against the dimming light…
Some sillohuette I make,
Average and angled and slight.

I will be awoken by a person
And set afoot to take up what I may
A cardboard vessel,
hard edged world
Every fine detail
tied and hurled
Aloft in a spitting gale.

I will be awoken by a person
But once is not enough
Must be a way to find a way to
go complex in the simple
embrace and unwind

in from the wild
the cold, the child
a signal born
a signal filed

when everything you do or say
is recorded, reported, distorted

when everything you touch today
is broken, mislaid, contorted

and everyone you try to turn to
turns away from you instead

maybe you built it up
on your own alone inside
a world of easy answers
an instant search to hide.

No war to fight this day
Should it be our solace
We are safe and soft and fey,
Complete with airy office.

I will not find meaning in this search
Will not replace or fill or satisfy
But yet to bring the tiredness sweeping in
A storm across the edge of sight
Till boundless tracking deepened dark
It pushes out the light
And I asleep and jaded spent
Can lie amiss amid its vent
A numbness paid for guilty fed
A stone’s throw off from what was meant
Direction- would not take the bait
from sleeping man his bending hour
Habits fight the hint of fate
Fickle heart that leads the eye in power

I will not finding an ending in this mess
Whose plot will wrap the centre in a fold
angles number half the compass arc
As forward as the measure of the mould
Still burdened under murky clouds and rain
no will to stop and highlight what is pain
Or what is long lamented passing joy
Measured up to mumble what is sane.

Sleep appears and tugs again to claim…
I cannot quite express,
I cannot quiet the rest,
Limits bearing down…
ANd hot on the heels of narrowing days
funnels that gently guide our ways
Sofly hooked and gulping air for air
Turn to meet the old familiar stare?

Not as if it’s real work either,
hunched over a keyboard
Trying not to drift
To another website found forgotten

What I wouldn’t give for the ache of an honest day
Shovelling shit into a ditch or aiming some loud machine
But that would last five minutes, and then
Back to the comfort of a complaining chair, lazy air

Motivate, move, plan, consume
Breaking the invisible arc of the sun into boxes of minutes
Meetings to mark out the boundaries and dry the heart
To shrivel and encase the reasons to start

And the body goes up and down
Interest rising and waning
Till the ticking massages and numbs
Counting down or up, sideways across around

Always for the evening
A richer hope of meaning
Distracted tired and reaching
From silly floor to ceiling

A rhythym in a void
casting tendrils from the edge
catching sight of flicking light
bobbing out of view

Crap, useless, late, and whatever
No truth here, taken together
Loss and meaning, life and grieving
Under the glow of factory weather

All there are are moments
taken together, life still in motion
each instant a seperate reality
ever new and odd

Hand to foot in mouth,
Leg to lean about
Clumsy stilted awkward tries

Arm to shoot and point
Head to air annoint
Relaxed forgetful onward flies

hand to foot in mouth
Voice to cast it out
Surprise surmised in medium size

Since nobody reads anything except the headlines, I can put anything here in the body. Since the world is a stagnent overflow of steaming information, I can expect to be lost in its mass. My, hasn’t everything changed so much in the last few decades. I cannot keep apace. I am stripped of a general opinion. I will resort to my headlines

Incredible Developments Afoot

Massive Impinging Facts

Gay Man kills Nun Lover in Gangland Shootout Plane Crash

details to follow. details to sate your morish lust. We are slaves to the RSS feeds, we gorge on their snippet dose, our minds addicted to their popping growth. Update me. Download me. Ingest me. Eject me. Delete me. Erase me. Boot me up, beat me down… Ain’t it strange, how I’m getting around. Computer speak and computer verse, from the crowded house to the waiting hearse. details to flesh out the headline? details to back it up? Virtual chasms and endless linking arms, networked and interwoven strands in virtual lands.

As a lonely byte, I do not tolerate this plight.

As an unknown bit, I see the fire being lit.

Vacillating under the vacant sky, the horizon mocks my moving eye.

From the audience in our heads, with no people present, to a high def new world, with all meaning absent. Spat forth from the hips and gut, a leak of the empty that fattens the glut.

details to follow. In transit tomorrow. Update that post, abandon it quick, stifle the moment, chase your own stick.