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A key – a promise, or a wish; how can it mean such hopelessness? Dear Darkness, I’ve been your friend for many years… Cover me from the sound of the words tightening around my throat and around the throat of the one I love…the tightening, tightening, tightening. out of the blue, it is he a vision to me, bearing leaves and petals green, covers me in all my shame hand in hand, he’s my big man stays with me some forty days no words, then goes away – I cry again on my hill I wait for wind Good Fortune I threw my bad fortune off the top of a tall building but I’d rather have done it with you Your boy’s smile at five in the morning, I looked into your eyes and I was really in love In Chinatown, hungover, you showed me just what I could do Talking about time travel and its meaning and just what it was worth and I feel like some bird of paradise my bad fortune slipping away and I feel the innocence of a child – everybody’s got something good to say Things I once thought unbelievable in my life have all taken place When we walked through Little Italy I saw my reflection come right off your face I paint pictures to remember, you’re too beautiful to put into words Like a gypsy you dance in circles all around me and all over the world and I feel like some bird of paradise my bad fortune slipping away and I feel the innocence of a child – everybody’s got something good to say So I take my good fortune and I fantasize of our leaving like some modern-day gypsy landslide like some modern-day Bonnie and Clyde on the run again Grow, Grow, Grow I sowed a seed underneath the oak tree I trod it in with my boots I trampled it down grow, grow, grow, grow I sowed a rose underneath the oak grove with my boots on the ground into the earth I trampled it down grow, grow teach me mummy how to grow how to catch someone’s fancy underneath the twisted oak grove Guilty There’s a little figure on the television scratching at the ground by a pile of rags. Back in the bunker in the operations room a bored soldier is eating his lunch while drones in their thousands are unveiled in Texas to roaring voices, but nobody asked us if we wanted them. A key so simple and so small; how can it mean no chance at all? Fountainstand under fountain cool skin, wash clean wash him from me along comes wind, a big bone shaker blows off my clothes, completely naked what to do when everything’s left you?
James Walker’s in the mist rising over no-man’s-land, in the battered waste-ground, the big guns firing. Take at your leisure, take whatever you can find but oh my sweet thing, don’t you know it’s alright. ‘Cos I feel like I’ve just been born Even though I’m getting on How the world slips by so fast How does anybody last? And we followed the river and we followed the road and we walked through this land and we called it a home but he wanted the sun and I wanted it all and the white light scattered and the sun set low, The Sky Lit Up I’m walking in the city tonight – I’m walking in the city at dark – remembering – remembering light & thinking of nothing but the shooting stars. I saw the trees crossing the moon – I saw the stars in the heaven above shining on my own beautiful prayer – shining on my own beautiful love and I’m dancing with him, in this city and in this town – I don’t care what he’s thinking of – just take the car, just take my hand, and the sky lit up. I just want to say don’t ever change and thank you I don’t think we will meet again. Oh grandmother, I’m so lonely all my life If I lay on the earth could you hear?
She looked away into a hollow sky came face to face with her own innocence surrounding her until it never was a question – innocence so suffocating, now she cannot move, no question. Oh my sweet thing, oh my honey thighs, give me your troubles, I’ll keep them with mine. Mummy, put your needle down How did you feel when you were young? When I returned I ran to meet the monkey, but his face had changed. Daddy’s in the corner rattling his keys mummy’s in the doorway trying to leave Nobody’s listening The River And they came to the river and they came from the road and he wanted the sun just to call his own and they walked on the dirt and they walked from the road till they came to the river till they came up close. I think of a faded photograph – my hair longer than it’s ever been, and the sky lit up. To Talk to You Oh grandmother, how I miss you under the earth – I wish I was with you to talk to you I found somebody I tried to give myself to – many times I wanted to talk to you If I lay on the earth could you hear?
You give me your mother and man, if I love her, I’ll love her, I’ll keep her. But I go missing – I steal away and I go kissing in the alleyway. it never leaves my mind – the last words she said, Near the Memorials to Vietnam and Lincoln At the refreshments stand, a boy throws out his hands as if to feed the starlings but really he throws nothing – it’s just to watch them jump. Jagged mountains jutting out, cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth. And I draw a line to your heart today – to your heart from mine. Plants and Ragsplants and rags ease myself into a body bag dreamt a man he fed me fine food he gave me shiny things white and black are you looking for the sun boy? The Mountain Above the mountain an eagle is flying High above the mountain an eagle is calling down to the soldier who falters a soldier on the ground By the mountain I feel nothing for in my own heart every tree is broken – the first tree will not blossom the second will not grow the third has almost fallen since you betrayed me so The Orange Monkey A restlessness took hold my brain, and questions I could not hold back.
She only had nightmares and her sadness never lifted, and slowly over the years her lovely face twisted. I swear you would remember – black hair, brown eyes, late September, October, November, December… I’m watching from the wall as in the streets we fight – this world all gone to war. And I draw a line to your heart today – to your heart from mine. All through the rising sun, all through the circling years you were the only one who could have brought me here. At a junction, on the ground an amputee and a pregnant hound sit by young men with withered arms as if death had already passed through every alleyway and left a million beggars’ silhouettes near where the money-changers sit by their locked glass cabinets. Let’s go and ask The Ministry of Social Affairs, near where the money-changers sit by their locked glass cabinets.
There are no birds singing There are no trees to sing from. See this winged boy falling falling out of something hits the drug I’m needing Arrows that he’s turning need to keep this feeling slow drug in the morning With the headlights burning looking up for something something that we’re needing Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers could you be my calling? Die without a trial Die on Good Friday While holding each other tight This is kind of about you This is kind of about me We just kind of lost our way But we were looking to be free But one day we’ll float Take life as it comes When Under Ether The ceiling is moving moving in time like a conveyor belt above my eyes When under ether the mind comes alive conscious of nothing but the will to survive I lay on the bed waist down undressed look up at the ceiling feeling happiness Human kindness The woman beside me is holding my hand I point at the ceiling she smiles so kind Something’s inside me unborn and unblessed disappears in the ether this world to the next Human kindness White Chalk White chalk hills are all I’ve known White chalk hills will rot my bones White chalk sticking to my shoes White chalk playing as a child with you White chalk south against time White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme I walk the valleys by the Cerne on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago and I know these chalk hills will rot my bones Dorset’s cliffs meet at the sea where I walked, our unborn child in me White chalk, gorse-scattered land scratch my palms – there’s blood on my hands Who the Fuck? Get out of my hair Who the fuck do you think you are coming round here?
Happy and Bleeding She burst, dropped off picked the fruit, and realised I’m naked, I’m naked too So cover my body, dress it fine hide my, in linen and lace been sewing since time began More than the hills more than the trees more than the mountains, you More than I can see in front of me more than the mountains, you so fruit flower myself inside out I’m happy and bleeding for you fruit flower myself inside out I’m tired and I’m bleeding for you This fruit was bruised, dropped off and blue out of season, happy and bleeding long overdue too early and it’s late too mind and body, I would and I would not do so fruit flower myself inside out I’m happy and bleeding for you fruit flower myself inside out I’m tired and I’m bleeding for you fig, fruit, flower myself inside out for you Horses in my Dreams Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea They pull out of here they pull, they are free I rode a horse around the world along the tracks of a train broke the record, found the gold set myself free again I have pulled myself clear Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea On the tracks of a train set myself free again I have pulled myself clear I Think I’m a Mother You think you’ll come over? As the world keeps coming And the bees keep humming I’ll keep running Flowers I can do without I don’t wanna be tied down White material will stain My pocket knife’s gotta shiny blade I’m not trying to cause a fuss I just wanna make my own fuck-ups I’m not trying to break your heart I’m just trying not to fall apart River Anacostia Oh, my Anacostia – do not sigh, do not weep – beneath the overpass your saviour’s waiting patiently walking on the water, that flow with poisons from the naval yard. The Slow Drug Blue now is the colour love the drug I’m needing got to keep this feeling With the headlights burning we’re looking up for something answers on the ceiling Watching out the windows watch the way the wind blows soon it will be morning Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers could you be my calling? You must leave before the sunrise over skyscrapers. Victory I stumble in and in you fit me with those angel wings send me gold, set me high set it up till I’m in the sky and the storm is gone and the temperature’s high and delight is dining at my table till I think ha, ha, ha, how lucky we are an angel at my table, God in my car get it at sea, take a ship I’d christen her ‘Victory’, she’d make it Waterwater, I’m walking on water nighing on eleven years taking it into my head living by the right lines reading what the very man said water, I’m walking on water nighing on eleven years taking it into my head Mary, Mary drop me softly I’ve been reading what your very man said nighing on eleven years taking it into my head leave my clothes on the beach I’m walking down into the sea prove it to me now the water to my ankles now the water to my knees think of him all waxy wings melted down into the sea Mary, Mary what your man said washing in all over my head Mary, Mary hold on tightly over water, under the sea water, I’m walking on water We Float We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was excess And somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When you got lost into the city Got lost into the night I was in need of help Heading to black out Till someone told me, You shop-lifted as a child I had a model’s smile You carried all my hopes Until something broke inside But now we float Take life as it comes So will we die of shock?
Glory, glory, lay it all on me, 50 ft Queenie, 50 and rising. All and Everyone Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton’s Ridge. When you rolled a smoke or told a joke, it was in the laughter and drinking water, it approached the beach as strings of cutters, dropped into the sea and lay around us.
and the battle is won, and the planes keep winging and I’m right on time, and the girl keeps singing I walk, I wade through full lands, and lonely I stumble, I stumble With you I wait to be born again With love comes the day, just hold on to me and the battle is won, and the planes keep winging and I’m right on time, and the girl keeps singing Now is the time to follow through, to read the signs Now the message is sent, let’s bring it to an end One day I know there’ll be a place called home.
Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton’s Ridge. Death was in the staring sun, fixing its eyes on everyone. I see men come and go but there’ll be one who will collect my soul and come to me. Two-thousand miles away – it lays open like a road.
A bank of red earth, dripping down death, now, and now, and now. Oh my Catherine – your eyes smiling and your mouth singing – with time I’d have won you.
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