Singing slow nonsense to myself
That only I can understand
Grinding my teeth to nubs
The fire that heats my blood
Is running cool ice.

Where's the lovesong? That we sung
When we were bestfriends and now
That's gone you steal the show

Sitting on a Hill Playing Guitar

Sitting in the hillside
Running the mill
The gauntlet is beside
My cup lying facedown
I'm not going downtown
Tonight.

I'm in my cave
I don't much care
If you take the rave
To my silent door
But I'll outsing you
With the wind
As backing vocals.

While Girls Look On.

Won't you come an dream with me
The streams are streaming to the sea
Don't let yourself just fall behind
Follow with your mind.

Jumping on a shuttle-bus
Through the traffic till enough
People watch you pass them by
They know that you're alive.

The timepiece calling you to go
I know I'll never see you now
Take your mask off, take a bow
So everyone can see.
(Speciality).

Farewell Sweet 20

I catch you in my open hands
But you scatter through my fingers
Sweet loss and sweeter release
Through a glass I percieve the man

Dead Man Walking

Woke up this morning
A child of grace
And I won't come back down
These wonderful people
They're all over the place
They're the wrong way round

It's a lightbulb
But it's not alone
Burning out in the city
As we light our homes
We guide them through the night
With someoneelse's light.

Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

We took it all for granted
Woke up each morning
With my own legitimacy
Running all over my face
It came without warning
Now I'm a child of grace.


Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

It's swimming in a drowning river
It's putting out the light
Silencing the sliver
Doubt that rocks the boat
Knowing I will go down alone
But I won't go down.

The sound of snow falling is by definition white noise.

Kiss the Heels of a Stranger

Let's disappear
Embrace the myth
Our souls shall rise again
It's real life in
The lost dungeon
And we forgot the way.

So come on now
It's not a night for crying
We're on our way again
Let's disappear
And come back later
On some other day.

We look to summer
In our winter
Our hands are full of grain
We'll lie together
Beneath this weather
And wash away the rain.

So come on now
It's not a time for crying
We'll never fall again
We'll disappear
And have no fear
We shall return again
When passes the rain.

Catch me in your hand
As I fall for you.

In the glass
Your eyes are perfect
But only shallow reflections
Of reality.

Victoria lies
In a bed of ashes
But her eyes are the heavens.

The winds
Of change blow the leaves
Till they cocoon her.

In unleavened praise
She finds her feet
And walks the untrod path.

Sweet paradise
Take these dreams
Humble servant am I
If I can but fly
I would die
Till all the streams
Are frozen in the ice
Of my loss.

It's a crush beneath the vote
Who will win and who will not
The eyes of all the country waits
Above their empty dinner plates
Will the future herald fame
Or simply turn the land to flames?
I am burning up with fright
To see the government take flight.

If you seek a brighter day
We can wipe the pain away
With a tear drop in your eye
Kiss your tirmoil goodbye.

Jump

I've got to hand it to you
With the rain crashing down
I'd thought you'd skip town
But you're made of sterner stuff

It's difficult to see through the storm
As you lie on your back in the sun
Does it feel like you've lost someone
Like you lost yourself when it really mattered.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

You hurt like you're losing an arm
And your mind when you stop to think
In deeper waters than any drink
And the waves are calling you.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

Tip the silted window to the past
Inside her mind, the jury's out
Where juggling acts close at the last
Her ermine sensibilities to tout.

In the yoghurt trail
The swaggering fox
Beheld truths and falsehoods
Hidden beneath creamy textures.

Clip infinitesimal fantasies
The winged wombat waddles
Bequeathed a grove of trees
To the singing stars above.

Her ermine phantom
Planted populous polygamists
Between the swift hedges
To spread like peanut butter.

(The bitter bantering bandit
Bolted beautifully, broadly boothwards,
Bypassing brilliant botanists basking
Beneath brill-cream blast)

Happiness dangles
By a silvered thread
I'd catch the cold
You send to me
It'd go straight to my head.

I climb the hill
And turn to the city streets
We all look so far away
Through the city night lights
I just follow my feet

Down the forest path
It's really plain to see
That we are all together
When we turn toward each other
And flee.

Cry for me sweet sunrise

In this world of make believe
Hold the truth in your palm

Uncle drive us home
We've driven so long
We no longer know
The lay of the road
As it lies at our feet
Where the past, present
And future meet
Why the gravel stretch
Reaches on and on
Take us home
We won't make it alone
We just can't go on.

She seasawed through
Our preconceptions
We thought we'd found a
Live wire
Atomic bomb
We were so wrong
She's no cosmic flare
But the noon day sun.

I want to fly in a dirigible
It's got not wings and that's the trouble
I'll do it with my stunting double
Shave these hills right down to stubble
Why we'll be the grandest kings
Upon this sea, of blue so fair
We'll trim our hair, So from the ground
Will come the sound Of people crying
"Why look up there! The kings of the air
In their dirigible fair, And magnificent hair
And a certain flair, For illbeggotten dangers
They ain't no strangers, Why if I had my say
They'd come and eat with us today!"

That, friend is what we'd do
We'd fly ourselfs so straight and true
To homes we'd be invited to
And feast till we could fest no more
And gullets full we'd take the door
And to the skies we'd fly so high
It'd make you grandly wonder why
We'd never fall from our heavnly throne
So far above, aloof, alone
But we'd never be alone, no sir.
We, the monarchs of the air
The finest sirs to accend the stair
On the finest beast there ever where
Our mighty dirigible
But, that amidst the happy drivell
Of my old man's dream
That's the capricous cream
The jack-knife in my hand
For as I've been lead to understand
Their ain't no beast within this land
That fair befits such airborne kings
So tis a sad and tearfull thing,
That the dirigible
Has saved me all the trouble
By simply not existing.

Initiate our freedom run
I want to catch the rising sun
I'll do it all before it's done.

Synicism becomes you not
There's no use crying when we're lost
................

Hold to the law with all your mind
It'll drag you down and rough you up
But you won't walk blind