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Vampire
He brings her one more marguerita in a 2 am New York diner
Love sings in the corner, a canticles of knives
he’s come here to meet her, but all the boys want to greet her.
moan foghorn moan, for the leaving of the boat.
you know that she’s a vampire
but you still offer her your throat.

Where do you go when I sleep?
you’re not here with me.
where do you go when I sleep?

now the winds and tides are driven by jealous men and faithless women.
Love sings in the harbour, a canticle of lies.
And she pulls him so deep inside her that he’s afraid he’ll divide her.
moan foghorn moan, for the leaving of the boat.
you know that she’s a vampire
but you still offer her your throat

Where do you go when I sleep?
you’re not here with me.
where do you go when I sleep?

Desire bends ands pulls you through the window of your dreams.
You’re walking on the water but you don’t know what it means.

Season of the hurricane

Season of the hurricane, dig deep you redwood trees
watch while our year draws to a close.
sing for us you cloistered men
a cold cathedral hymn
wipe from our feet the city streets
turn our city lights down dim

maybe I’m just trying to hide away
maybe I’ll just put it in a box
maybe I’ll remember just how its meant to be
when it was you and me always forever.
keepers of the gate, watchers on the wall
waiting for the rain to fall.

I came here unsuspecting of the land that lay in wait
I came here with wild dogs at my heels
took the trail to the mountain top
saw the solitary star
I knew I could be silent here
no poison cloud, no sidewalk crowd
no jagged burnt out car.

see I fear the world gonna sink
light become relentless, rivers stink
and only those with dollars get to drink.

The Warning Bell

We thought that slow motion
might inspire devotion
taking time to know,
taking time to find out where we want to go.
Cool heads but cold fingers
lips touch but doubts linger on
and I listen
trying to pay attention to the warning bell.

I’m never going to feel the way you want me to
the way you do.
I’m never going to feel the way you want me to.
The same as you.
Let’s just leave this right here.

Brash notes are fast fading
weak threads are unbraiding
nothing here to hold us, nothing to lose,
can we let it go?
I’m learning to take notice
false trails on dust roads,
always leading nowhere, end of the line –
it’s time.

Insubstantial, not around,
light as air and thistledown
singing through the final phrase
that’s the way we waste our days.

I’m never going to feel the way you want me to
the way you do.
I’m never going to feel the way you want me to.
The same as you.
Let’s just leave this right here.

Jabber

In the corridors of power, words are slithering like stoats.
Jabber in our ears, our minds, our throats.
The skilled manipulation of the international mood –
will we ever understand? are we ever understood?

I sit in the cathedral, the writing is on the wall.
I hear time ticking like an unexploded bomb
that someone carries in a rucksack, leaves upon a train.
I choose to kneel in silence, I might not get the chance again.

I’ll put my money where my mouth is.
I’ll be kind and true.
What use are the words I say
when I am known by the things I do?

Tonight I lie beside him with a cold and jealous heart.
Asking for redemption, for the high hopes that we started with
are not a grand delusion, an arrow in the dark.
I do not let him hear my words.
Words are known to fall apart.

(2011)

Album – People Have Names

Invisible to the Eye

I got a job to keep me, working nights on the factory floor
I do my thinking, spend my time,
rub my eyes til they are sore.
These long nights hold no surprises
I leave here when the sun rises
Don’t need your sympathy, don’t need your bended knee.
Everything is all right.

I got my reasons, I am doing this this for fun.
I don’t roll over for the pleasure of just anyone.
All my possibilities lie open to the sky,
they’re here all the time, invisible to the eye.

I am sweeping down these courtyards,
making up my children’s beds.
Dancing close to cliff top edges,
walking blind inside their heads.
And I know that you can’t see me,
but that’s the way it should be.
A quiet room at last, a fire behind the glass,
everything beyond sight.

Beyond sight.


The Girl with the Smile

Watch where I’m stepping you snake in the grass.
mind out for your little head.
Can’t keep on wandering all of my life,
I want to be happy instead.

There goes a girl with a smile on her face
A swing to her stride and a lover on her case.
Come take my hand, I know you can see
The girl with the smile, I wish it was me.

watch where I’m stepping, it’s dangerous ground.
My body is clothed and well fed.
Can’t keep spending money all of my life, I want to be happy instead.

Don’t think I don’t see you, little snake in the grass
coiled up and ready to bite. can’t keep on working all of my life, I want to be happy, I don’t want to fight over telephone wires, sad revelations, of our drunken desires, our lonely temptations. I just want to be happy, I don’t want to fight.

There goes a girl with a smile on her face
A swing to her stride and a lover on her case.
Come take my hand, I know you can see
The girl with the smile, I wish it was me.

High Hopes
You never met a girl so shiny,
a piece of silver foil that caught the sun.
You scraped away the layers with your thumbnail
to see what you had won.
I never met a man who talked so much,
every word a statement of intent.
Every touch a solemn declaration
of love and noble sentiment.

Strange, how we find each other so disappointing.
Strange, how we find each other so hard to please.
But in the magic of our laughter, in the courage of the dare
how strange – we find each other there.
Our hopes remain high.

You were the first to mouth “I love you”,
but what do those words ever really mean?
Love dissolved the solid lines that formed us
and settled like a mist around our knees.
We move like apprehended tricksters,
cracking all our complicated codes.
But it comforts me to walk along beside you
my bold companion of the road.
Our hopes remain high.

High where the air is so thin we can’t breathe.
High where the stars lie like gems at our blistering feet.
High where the angels are watching with envy and greed.
High on the trail we are blazing,
high is the feeling, high is the feeling, high is the feeling.

Tuesday Night Ladies

The Tuesday night ladies are mothers with babies
They drink on the terrace til the sun disappears.
They’ve travelled to India, they’ve cried over lovers,
they’ve built their own houses and they romp through their years.

The Tuesday night men keep their hands in their pockets.
Their tongues in their cheeks and their feet on the ground.
Believe it or not, they all wear Versace
though their fingers are calloused and their faces are brown.

Those Tuesday night men and those Tuesday night ladies,
their lives are a stop and a start.
Sometimes it all comes together,
sometimes it all falls apart.

They are slaves to the season, you’ll find them broken and kneeling,
first at the alter and then at the bar.
And on the darkest of days, they will swing from the ceiling,
hands by their sides and their faces like tar.

And the words in their mouths speak of carnival,
of the pint at the end of the day.
It’s the early morning Dean and de Lucca
that helps keep the loneliness away.

We are tuesday night men, we are tuesday night ladies
Our lives are a stop and a start.
Sometimes it all comes together,
sometimes it all falls apart.

Pick a Story

Pick a story, any story, before you fall asleep.
I’ll tell it using voices that are shrill and weird and deep.
We’ll travel in a caravan though forests black and mean
where woodmen lie in wait for us, to take us to the wicked queen.

I’ll be there but I can’t protect you.
I cannot give you all your happy endings.
I’ll be there but I can’t protect you.
You’re smart enough to make it on your own.

Make a wish, a careful wish, for lizards in a jar.
A friend to stay and play with you, a kiss on every scar.
A crock of gold, a pirate ship, a love to come a-wooing.
And parents who at least pretend to you they know what are doing.

Choose a weapon, any weapon, hide it in your pack.
Love to set you on your way, luck to bring you back.
You know that we’ve forgotten, tell us how it feels,
the snarling dogs of childhood, snapping at your bloody heels.

I’ll be there but I can’t protect you.
I cannot give you all your happy endings.
I’ll be there but I can’t protect you.
You’re smart enough to make it on your own.

The Elder of the Tribe

Stan is by the window in the dining hall,
watching for the first signs of spring.
He bears all the markings of an old man now,
the bony nose, the parchment skin.
Nearing his time, he writes to recall me
to the joy that is mine, it’s all within my survival.
It’s the rainfall on the veld and the cooling hour before the days revival.

Take care of your lovely young life.
It’s all that you get, you don’t get no more.
Your lovely young life, it’s all that we get, we don’t get no more.

Stan always told me that the apple never falls far from the root of the tree
so I’ve been kind to all the women, loyal to my friends,
I’ve kept my body hard and my mind free.
Its clear because he set a good example that it’s time, it’s time to pay attention to what the old folks say.
It’s the wisdom of the years and the courage of a man who chose to stay.

Take care of your lovely young life, it’s all that you get, you don’t get no more.Your lovely young life, it’s all that you get, we don’t get no more.
All the boys are looking to the elders of the tribe, to teach them how to live, before they all despair.

People Have Names

The grind of the system, the stain and the squeal,
dust in the air from those wheels within wheels.
we need a sign on the door to say welcome,
whoever you are, wherever you’ve been.

People have names, people have voices,
people have stories that never get told.
They stand up in anger, lie down in protest,
people have souls that are turning to gold.

A meal at the table, a slow burning candle,
circles that move from the source to the edge.
It’s the work of a lifetime to love and be loved in return,
to love to the end.

People have names, people have voices,
people have stories that never get told.
They stand up in anger, lie down in protest,
people have souls that are turning to gold.