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I drink the dawn and smile upon
opportune reminders of a life well spent
what you represent
we came to blows and so it goes
not before you took me to the solid ground
did I make you proud?
they turned around, the roles we found
your ever-changing burden
diminishing, not quite finishing
I'd like to say, if I may
my head is full of scenes I won’t ignore
cocooned in something pleasant
something recountable
a boat at sea, a honey bee
the burning sun still searing even now
the same old threadbare jokes
carving identity
driving north to log fire nights
a caravan preserved in timeless mist
the unsuspecting hare brings on an autumn show
mountain pool, black as night,
what is it you’re hiding and can we take a look
through our dancing hook
twisted boughs long gone now
a child’s evolution looking down upon
things that were never wrong
I’d like to say, if I may
my head is full of scenes I can’t ignore
cocooned in something pleasant
always recountable
there’s a voice inside my head
asking questions, asking questions
within the well of perpetual faith
you had no need to seek
but I see pain and I see loss
all around me, all around me
no intervention to perceive
no God behind the veil
the ancients told their winter’s tale
purpose finding, purpose finding
though not the first, and not the last
to look for sacred ground
you chose your path and walked it well
when the weight pressed down
the seconds tick, the seconds talk
and we don’t hear a sound
asking questions, so many questions
all around me is all that I see
your conviction – such conviction!
I can’t hear a sound
there was a child
in an average home
nothing unusual but unique
I’ve heard them mention adventurous stories
boys with a saw with a three legged bed
he went to school and he grew straight up
apple of their eyes
and he burned
and he showed
and he gave his hand
but nobody chooses their preferential pain
to run in to each day
again, and again, and again
because of clouds he fell further away
falling like sand through an outstretched hand
familiar hands touch recognition
showing the man underneath is still here
the Bee Garden hums with the music of life
a symphony of wings fills the air
outside his window the honeybee dances
on the soundless waves of a life well spent.
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2. |
One Small Soul
05:52
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She's far from home
and flying again
there’s nothing to gain
on the steps of regret
Determination
on the fast train out to the truth
one small soul
Mother made her whole
In a place made of parts
it wasn't to last
they hadn't the heart
Strength seeping away
a future blown in the wind
hope long gone
Father lost to grief
Industrial waste
she's left with the blame
and to deny
Those early years
a pure heart love craving child
ready to give all that she had
led by a hand as cold as stone
not much of a chance
Onto the stage centre left
all is not what it seems
she's held by desire
out of all her control
But wait, what is this
a glimmer, shimmer a spec of truth
trying to grow unhindered by youth
a realisation that all is not lost
one small goal
Where did it go
That simple dream
lying in wait
so it would seem
When echoing words
knocked the door of childhood and youth
yearning to enter, protect and make sure
to fashion a root from dormant seed
love to make
knocked at the door of childhood and youth
yearning to enter, protect and make sure
to fashion a root from dormant seed
love to make its mark
Love spoke her name
and this time she heard
above all the din
and a landslide of words
The touch of a hand
a face familiar yet strange
a ghost from the hell of scar ridden days
there in the shadows known and now seen
One. Small. Soul.
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Arran Shores
02:40
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4. |
Summerlong
05:22
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bells ring out in the half-light
drunk, asleep by the shore
a boat can get lost in a dark night
leave a key by the door
marooned I await for the low tide
your chart to guide me home
take my place by your side
promise never to roam
I can feel your wings beat
I can hear your song
gliding on the ocean breeze
all summerlong
shadows dance in the town square
colour bleeds in the haze
all dressed up for the Spring Fair
like the good old days
and I can feel your wings beat
I can hear your song
gliding on the ocean breeze
all summerlong
and I can feel your wings beat
I can hear your song
waiting by the railroad tracks
all summerlong
walk to the edge of the city
reach out, touch a star
shine, electric and pretty
call, I won’t be far
call, I won’t be far
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5. |
Sepia and White
13:31
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your footfall is constant
remarkably strong
the life by your side
a good reason to stand tall
carefree days, a distant haze
still sometimes as close
as the heat from the summer sun
a grand recognition, awareness revealed
reality that stares you in the face
look who’s just posted
superlative praise
the love of your life
twenty five years too late
and now there’s the children
you make them laugh
their favourite song
the one you sang them yesterday
your mother has left now
your father reduced
imprints marking every turn and curve
I
I remember you
always too far off
sepia and white
I
I remember you
holes in my memory
am I wrong or right
I
I remember you
nineteen ninety two
sepia and white
I
I remember you
always too far off
is it black and white
I
I remember you
placed in history
never wrong or right
I
I remember who
we all used to be
sepia and white
cry, cry for your lifeline
for all the times
you’ll never get back
cry, cry from the mountain
for all you have
you’ll never look back
farewell is a marker
along the way
a place you can’t stay
I don’t think you’d want it
it just wouldn’t fit
in plenty of ways
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6. |
The Light Shines Out
06:16
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it’s nearly midnight
the city is a beach
the concrete turns
to sand beneath my feet
it’s closing time
for salesmen who are lost at sea
the siren sings
a song for nobodies
backlit horizon
headlights shine as stars
rain, and dirt, and comets
drive by Jupiter and Mars
in the flat grey
buzzing neon moon
a light shines out
illuminates the room
the light shines out
the light shines out
vivid and bright
and everything’s alright
shutters down
in the five and dime arcade
no tickertape
at the end of the parade
awake but still dreaming
in the empty all-night store
radio waves
breaking hearts upon the shore
the light shines out
the light shines out
vivid and bright
and everything’s alright
when it’s darkest
and when you cannot see
then hope will find
a path for you and me
through the black clouds
of nicotine perfume
the light shines out
illuminates the room
the light shines out
the light shines out
vivid and bright
and everything’s alright
oh the light shines out tonight
the light shines out
take down the night
it’s gonna be alright
oh the light shines out
oh the light shines out tonight
it’s gonna be alright
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8. |
One Small Soul [Remix]
04:49
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Abel Ganz Glasgow, UK
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