Further From The Truth
21 York Street
I went to York Street Saw the house where I was born And
watched the river flow
Under the bridge where Clocks were turning Women talking Dogs were barking Watched
the faces glow
And all the words Like bubbles rise Advice and orders Tender lies the truth Don't tell me
which way I should go
Outside a butchers shop I saw a girl who looked a lot Like someone that I used to know
I
recognised expressions Eyes of boys in men Forgotten now Gods knows how many years ago
And as I paused Deep
breathing air My voice it roared But wavered only softly Through the town that I call home
He Walked Through The Dew
He walked through the dew and his feet were getting
wet He looked up above and saw the coming day And he said to himself as though rehearsing lines I'll go You stay
away
He pulled his collar up and tucked his scarf into his jacket Took out a cigarette and smoked it to the sky And
watched the morning stars dissapear And the moon and the owls that float around up high above him. And the hedges that
were not cut dripping down with wet And the blackberries that had rotted on the thorn He said I won't forget it and
don't regret I gave something to you You gave it back to me
And all this time I thought of you Your dress
was flying in the dew And the shadows say Come to me Come to me Some day
With your dress dried by the sun And
no one is here but you and I We watched the aeroplanes fly across here But think of me sometimes as well
And
all this time I thought of you Your dress was flying in the dew And the shadows still say Come to me This way
With
your dress dried by the sun And no one is here but you and I We watched the aeroplanes fly across here But think
of me sometimes as well
The Man Who Ran Away
There's something in the air An emptiness that creeps
alone with me I'm standing at the door where the wind sighs low And the lightening flutters across the sky line Somebody
watches me from across the street I just say give me some peace
And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold
Feel
I couldn't stop it The man who ran away Far across the open sea But I turned fear to shame Like a fool I sit on
beggars hill I search my mind with time to kill And when I call your name you answer me And your voice seems to set
me free
And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold
In My House
In my house there's a light for our sins There's a light
that flickers like Only you can see There's a man that watches me There's a girl that likes to comb her hair There's
a man that watches me Dark ribbons in her hair
In my house a light that shines It's brilliant up there father Keep
on right to the door there's a sign In my house In a draw in a shelf by the wall There's shells and there's grasses They
watch my house And the living me says I can't go Push you to the waters edge to save Pretty little man with his head
full of shame Where the wood shines brightly And the river sails In my house I can see where the river flows It's
like a shrine it's like a morgue It's a peace where the old men go
Genevieve
Genevieve living in Velvet Street Turns back the curtains
to the day She sees the rains falling and she bites her lip Sits on the sofa and she reads
The leaves are falling
softly from the plane trees She hears the passing wheels in the empty street Genevieve in Velvet Street Wonders what
to do and what to say
Sets a fire burning in the blackened grate And sits there just watching how the flames play Genevieve
in Velvet Street Wonders just what she can do with the day
January blowing through Velvet Street Down the lonely
valleys to the lake
Genevieve living in Velvet Street Wishes that it didn't matter anyway
Pale Sun
Through the holes in the green grid I saw a young
man walk into your arms Shadows on the dust Of the morning sun Shadows on the dust Of the pale sun
Hanging
out your sheets on the hedges You bend on the fountain clean I can see your lips are moving Your eyes are in a dream Shadows
on the pale dust
A goose flies over this town And a lone bell rings The sound of metal buckets. And a young
voice sings
From the town rose a steeple Casts an arm to the sky Past the weather vane and rising As the girl
closed her eyes
The Reply
It's quarter past seven when I hold you A
head floats above the sleeping town Somebody shouts to me you're calling But nobody's out there to reply
It's
quarter past seven and I hold you My heart floats across the silent town I stand at the window and watch it soaring Over
the boulevards to the night Over the roof tops to the night
Somebody from a dream Unseen and insignificant In
the emptiness of this lost town And the openness of their face Is staring all around Configurations of the stars In
a God's hand And I hold you closer in the night Now that it's morning time
It's quarter past seven when I hold
you Your hair smells of gentle summer rain I look out the window and I start calling But I don't know what to reply
The Willow
Broken are the boughs of the willow She walks
beneath them to me Up above the sky is rolling With clouds so gracefully I'm living in my yellow house On the
hill by the fields of green that sway I cannot think of anything She walks to me this way
Broken are the boughs
of the willow
Broken are the boughs of the willow She walks beneath them to me There amongst the wild roses That
turn against the breeze The easy smile of her mouth And the waves in the distance silver grey The glinting of her
golden ring The dying of the day
Broken are the boughs of the willow
Feeling Fine
Feeling high now She says She says I'm
feeling high now She says. She's got the wings of a swan And she moves her arms
And she looks at me and she
says I'm feeling high now I take a wet cloth and put it on her brow And the sunlight rakes through the room And
the dry leaves in the corner whirlpool
She reaches out to the books Strokes their spines I'm feeling high now
I
walked out into the pale withered fields And I thought I don't give that much of a damn just how she feels Then once
more in my head I heard her say I'm feeling high now So I looked up to the cold blue sky and shut her out
I crossed
the frozen brook by the thin birch trees And I thought it was the bluest sky I'd ever seen
The Untangled Man
Take a breath Take a stride Might bring
you happiness Might bring you wine
Small bird singing in a great tree A man with boots on walks by me Take
a walk on the black beach Feel the sand fine Watch the sun rising Watch it behind your hand
But show me the
untangled man Show me the untangled man Show me where he is If you can
In the face of a child A place
of wilderness And summer time True love waxing in a girl's eye An old man staring through the night Saw the fire
of devotion The faith of the blind Watching the world turning Weaving a rope of sand So show me the untangled
man Tell me where he is If you can
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