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Green Is the sea
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
Beyond
the streets
where my eyes cannot reach,
I follow you
Past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise,
Red
Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
You
bend and sway
Through mirror-hall wheel-arches
Down the chrome parades.
You know the truth
Of the errant night
Red
Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In my stone
solemn head
I chase the paradise,
The velvet dark soft beating of your heart.
I follow you
Through the shameless
night
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise,
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In
my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise, I see the trains
And wonder where they go
And from where they came
I
see them come and I see them go
But the light still flashes
Red Valentino
I see you in your shark suit
With your
high collar high
Switchblade paradise
And all I feel are the veils of rain on my face
Switchblade paradise
And
the veils of rain on my face
I follow you
Past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How
I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
The jasmine grows
In through the walls,
Into
the fruit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush
of the corn
The mellow rhyme
Of slow rain falls
Before the summer storms
Swell round the fruit room
And buckle
the pip scattered floor...
And the breeze from the west utters.
The jasmine grows,
Slowly uncoils
Into the
summer storms
Baskets and blades
Hang from the walls
Around the fruit room
A shipwreck in an ocean of corn.
The
jasmine grows
In through the walls
Into the fruit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around
the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn.
And the breeze from the west utters.
Oh
men of absolute no more
The angel's taken back your golden wings,
Oh men of absolute no more
The flag will shroud
the past for you
Oh men of absolute no more
Time has come to break and fly.
Oh men the drum it beats no more
And
down the wild track
your sweetheart sings,
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh
men of absolute no more.
My
dead lords...my dead lords
Your strange ringed fingers turn,
Turned to knots of scented wood.
From your arms
that
held our secrets fell the fruit
My dead lords...
You hold the past.
And I confess the uneasiness
of my love for
you my lords.
My anger gives me strength my lords.
You loved and listened to the lovers
But we have stopped listening
to you...
We have stopped listening to you my lords
We've paralysed...the pain.
And the wind in your bare ribs
Uttered
still the tunes of lovers
In the geese vee'd sky
My dead lords
I confess an uneasiness in my love for you,
Confusion
in my passion.
Were you the song of September
That charmed the fieldfares?
When your rotten skin grew hard
It
fed your minion crows,
My black shining brothers
My dead lords
Oh
my dead lords
I confess...I confess...
My anger gives me strength my lords.
I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin.
My
uneasiness it grows
But you my Morton lords
Live on in my anger
Like the sun.
I am the dust sailor
Drifting deep on the
southern breeze.
I smell the cold
Welsh sinking sea
Float down through the mirage heat
of the south with me.,
I
comb my way down beaches
To the jetsom dry towns.
In the grease dens
Through the reefer haze you call
With
the smoke that pirouettes
Down the harbour streets
To the dust track dawn.
I am the dust sailor,
Drifting
down through the south to you.
I wander through
The shuttered rooms
Down every ravine street
of the south for
you.
I sail the singing silence
Of the desert simoons.
I cannot hold you
In my mermaid painted arms
You
are the smell of oranges
And distant bells
In the dust track morn
I am the dust sailor,
Lying deep in the
mirage view,
I sleep with you,
I wake with you
Down neath the golden skull
of the southern moon.
I see a day
that stretches
like a secret...unknown.
From the bulls blood
On the hot afternoon sand,
To the cockerels crowing
us
From high blue dreams
to the dust track dawn.
He tried to say
That she meant nothing at
all,
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And
under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach
to him from the deep...
he believed.
She rides the waves
That whisper up to the shores,
Her crescent figure
Through
green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary...estuary
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The
dream glossed estuary...estuary
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
he
believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.
With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores,
From
the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea.
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her
oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
he
believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.
River of flame
River of flame
The lightening
is his slave.
River of flame
Cinders like rain
The brightness lights the way.
Prints in the snow above
Glowing
a deep sleep comes.
River of flame
Never the same
The fire curls in waves.
Makes music sweet as love
Roof-top
to steam street heard.
An owl hoots. The moon
searches from the sky.
pierced with its sister stars.
And the mermen of the lea
Sing
their silken song to me
Curling down the dark wind
in green lane.
Calling me back
To the blissed black lonely
field seas...
Oh let me swim with you this night alone,
The mermen of the lea
Oh sing your silken song to me.
Far
from the lantern swaying
summer dusk, your seaweed breath
Screams brine out of the bay.
Your reaching arms and eyes
Caress
and leave the sleeping,
Like horses leap the narrow thistled fields.
Oh mermen of the lea
Sing your silken song
to me...
As your far off seas careen the ships,
Oh mermen of the lea
Curling the black winds through the trees.
My name is Jacob Fleet.
I
feel the solid world
Revolve beneath my feet.
I stride over plains,
Through the copse
And through the glade...
I
pace through the day.
And a voice tells me
'Never stop, never stay,
Don't let your shadow fade'
I scale
the steeple streets,
All empty but for song
Wood-smoke and Sabbath meat.
I pace down the lanes
If I stop my shadow
fades...
I walk and I pray.
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to hum
'Never
stop, never stay,
Don't let your shadow fade.'
My name is Jacob Fleet
I walk the golden mist
Of Alabaster
Street
My scant figure strays
Through the lost
Withe lilac lanes
Where heavens angels prey...
But I will not
stop or stay,
I rage into the day.
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to
hum
'Never stop, never stay,
Don't let your shadow fade.'
I saw a girl standing by a pail,
I heard the tell-tale
wind
In the windmill sails.
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