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Reason one There are some
things that I need to leave behind
The crumpled sheets I’ve laid in all these years.
A message flickers on the ‘phone,
I wonder who it is.
And then I think that I don’t really care.
I know that there are things I’ve said that I cannot
undo
And people I have bothered
And then left as I passed through.
They signal to me now and then
In pictures and in songs
I haven’t really moved that far
But I still feel I’ve gone
And when the boats have scattered to their places on the sea
And when the trays are full again and everyone can feed,
There is a part of me that hopes to be there everyday
I know I felt like that the last time that you went away
I put the records in their sleeves and pull the curtain down
And drink to soft oblivion when no-one is around.
I pile the dishes on the side, I crawl into bed,
the softest wind is blowing in, I will soon be dead.
And when the boats have scattered to their places on the sea
And when the trays are full again and everyone can feed,
There is a part of me that hopes to be there everyday
I know I felt like that the last time that you went away
I know that there are things I've said that I cannot undo
It is the way that people change
That we cannot get through.
Ghosts are knocking on the walls, once there was the sky;
Reason one; we carry on, our wings will soon be dry
Background
Similar to a 'long row to hoe', in that it is generalising the
pointlessness we sometimes feel, but I wanted to use pretty basic
ideas to put it across. The line about messages flickering on
the phone/I dont really care is one of my favourites. It sums
up for me the negativity that is ultimately not at all rewarding.
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Connections The lines converge
and they disappear
They never hang around.
I am left with nothing more
A tiny patch of ground.
Mother calls out to a child
‘there isn’t time to play’
connections are what matter here
takes your breath away
To see the sky and the magic of the days
How the distant milky-way never seems to change
And if I was a better man I’d surely learn to pray
For you and me, its what we need
The rain and the roads are one
They’re going the same way
I catch the wind that blows the seed
And never seems to stay
The lover of the idle time
He will regret the sound
Connecting to another world
We had never found
To see the sky and the magic of the days
How the distant milky-way never seems to change
And if I was a better man I’d surely learn to pray
For you and me, its what we need
Along the coast the waves are breaking
They’re closing up the beach
Homes are disappearing
A nd the ropes are out of reach
A boy will play along the dunes
And he will never be afraid
Gulls are calling out to him
‘Sherbert’
‘Lemonade’
Its what we need
Background
Loosely about growing up. Obviously using the local East Anglian
imagery of coastal erosion as a metaphor for how life/time slips
away. |
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The Pleasant Valley
On a fence someone had hung a coyote carcass
Which rotted and shrank, in the afternoon heat.
And the valley moist from green hoses
Strewn across the sweetened land.
Quieted for night
In the bedroom the dark pulls the images
Sun sinking, elevation.
Groves of orange blossom rising up
Filtering out the desert dust.
Quieted for night
Copyright Kate Wilson 2006
Lyrics used by kind permission
Background
Written by Kate Wilson. It is an extract of a poem written I believe
about a journey into the desert near San Diego, which turned into
a terrible experience for her. This is a small segment, which
I think worked well to music. It is a beautiful poem in its entirety.
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Comfort the Dead For a moment
for a flicker of time
Where have you been all of my life?
This was your voice
This was your smile
This was the last day, but you are alive
So dream, come to me dream
Take the day from me
Across the fields, beneath the beam
Our worlds are apart, we’re falling
For a moment in a whisper I hear
Where have you been throughout the years?
This was your silence
This was your sign
This was the last time I saw you alive
So dream, come to me dream
Take the day from me
Across the fields, beneath the beam
Our worlds are apart, we’re falling
You are everywhere,
You grow in the world outside my window
In the ditches and in the hedgerows
In the silent winter snow
So dream
Come to me dream ,take the day from me
Brothers and sisters we must come clean
Our worlds are apart
We’re falling
Background
A close friend lost his brother by suicide and once remarked that
he dreamt of him, and when waking felt for a moment that he was
still alive, and therefore wanted to not stay in the day, but
live in the dream. But realising that he still is part of life
even though he is no longer there. |
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The Courage to Kill
The autumn light is bathing you beneath the sullen tree
The light beyond your swollen eyes is all I can see
Is it right to be the one to find you living like this?
Leaves me empty like the ditches that are crying out for the
rain
If I could pull the trigger
If I could raise the spike
Blackness would be comforting and peace would come at last
If I could keep eye on you and settle you quite still
I know, I will never have the courage to kill
I am one of them
I am one of them
Belonging somewhere after all
We live among the leaves
We live behind the screens and here
I do not hear the screams
I love to hear the rain falling
I love to hear the rain falling
Flattening the fur, flattening the fur
The autumn light is bathing you beneath the sullen tree
The light beyond your swollen eyes is all I can see
I hate to be the one to turn my back on you like this
Leaves me empty like the ditches that are crying out for the
rain
If I could pull the trigger
If I could raise the spike
Blackness would be comforting and peace would come at last
If I could keep eye so keen and settle you quite still
I know, I will never have the courage to kill
I am one of them
I am one of them
Belonging somewhere after all
We live among the leaves
We live behind the screens and here
I do not hear the screams
I love to hear the rain falling
I love to hear the rain falling
Flattening the fur, flattening the fur
Background
I watched a rabbit for two days which was suffering badly with
myxamatosis and couldn't move and I wished I could put it out
of its misery, but couldn't. So just prolonged its suffering and
felt totally useless.
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Neverland There was a boy
and I had seen his face before
I will remember him from the back of his head
When he walked right out the door
There was a girl you will have heard my name before
You will remember me from the smile on my face
When he walked right out the door
Those were the days when I used to cry
When I lived in never never land:
I’ll never let this happen again to me
I’ll never let this happen again.
You touched every part of my life
You touched every part of my life
Like everything would then turn out alright
And then you would kiss me goodbye
So take what you have
And then leave me alone
All roads leading nowhere now lead me back home
And I’m glad that you have gone
You touched every part of my life
You touched every part of my life
Like everything would then turn out alright
And then you would kiss me goodbye
Background
Written specifically to be sung by someone else. An experiment
as 'a song for everyone'.
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Got the Gold
I’ll face the flight in my own way
Turn my body out again
Ill fid the edges of where we’ll stay
Good god of mine
Who’ll light my way?
God of ice,his hands on me
In that dead time, in that dead way
O life all around me
Got the gold, now give it to me
No scraping out no cutting back
I keep the seeds inside my mouth
Incubate, sometime later
We will watch it grow
I’ll let you down in my own way
Scratch ticket, throw it away
Keep the crosses in your fingers
Good god of mine, my loving lingers
God of earth his hands on me
In that spring day in that springtime
O life all around me
Got the gold, now give it to me
No scraping out no cutting back
I keep the seeds inside my mouth
Incubate, sometime later
We will watch it grow
Background
Started off as anxiety about a plane journey. Somehow morphed
into a song incorporating the search for assurance and direction
using god and gardening imagery!
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The Stone That Floats My,
how we have grown,
And aren’t you glad,
To say goodbye to the past
Welcome in a friend
Who holds your hands together at your chest
Treasure you until the end
Treasure you today and everyday
When I am not strong
When I am weak
In the face of god
My, isn’t it still
Balancing the drink on the arm of your chair
November once again
Pulls in the day
Turn the early light on
Treasure you until the end
Treasure you today and everyday
I am a good man
When I am weak
In the face of god
The beasts still carry their burden
See their silhouette on the hill
Now just a shadow grows long
Hear me
Tell me
That you hear me
Tell me
When you went away, I remember you told me
Don’t be afraid of the ghosts
Don’t be afraid when the night is at play
Don’t be afraid of the ghosts
Hold on to the stone
Hold on to the stone
That floats
Background
My favourite song. And written for all my closest friends and
loved ones. The stone that floats being the thing that we cling
to even though it seems like a last resort. |
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I Will See the Morning
We both woke today
We both met the dawn
Opportunities were many for us all
I can only stand here now
And look at your door
And I wonder where the years go
There is a sense of newness in the air
There is a hopeful singer
Singing songs somewhere
The wing of darkness folded still
I wonder if we are dreaming still
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
There is warmth I can feel entering
There is a reason for this room that I am measuring
I don’t think that you were alone
The curtains opened in your home
Until sleep
Unto sleep
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
Only I will see the morning
Background
An elderly neighbour died, and I recalled the day I saw him looking
fine, his home as it always had been, and the next day he was
just gone. Reminded me that we never know when we might not wake
up.
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A Long Row to Hoe Given the
choice I would not go there tomorrow
I suspect it’s said in quiet moments the whole world over
I do not wish to spend another minute of my life
Woven inside the fabric of my obligations
The allure of the things which seems so great
And which would obviously begin to fade
HAS!
I care not now nor did I really ever
For you
Them
It
Or whatever
Let your hair down boy
The future is uncertain
Security counts for nothing
Just that
monthly feeling
Keeps
you from fleeing
Given the choice I’d find that little piece of courage
I would flip this all over
Find something new and ALIVE!
I could map out explorations to the moon
Or make peg-men and paint them
All blue or turquoise
I care not now nor did I really ever
For you
Them
It
Or whatever
Let your hair down boy
The future is uncertain
Security counts for nothing
Just that
monthly feeling
Keeps
you from fleeing
Background
Another song written for 'everyman' about those desires to change,
do something more worthwhile but trapped in the idea of job security.
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River Bird
I went down to the river
To hear the water running in the dark
The late September winds
Trying to blow me back
I thought of you
And thought of me
And I couldn’t find the words
They come and go
Year after year
Year after year
We are like the birds
Will we find our way through the coming months?
When all the world is dark
And will we see the springtime
Will our lives always be apart?
Another thing I meant to tell you
Was about the past
But I
don’t know if I should
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I went back to the woodland
Where I spent my youth
And I cant believe the way in which it changed
I remember all my old friends
O! I need them now
They come and go
Year after year
Year after year they still come around
Will we find our way through the coming months?
When all the world is dark
And will we see the springtime
Will our lives always be apart?
Another thing I meant to tell you
Was about the past
But I
don’t know if I should
Background
About a relationship changing but being hopeful that once the
dark shifts the loved one will still be there. |
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