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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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