Silver Soul
Nailed
Check suit in the breeze of the loosening tide Crossing
bridge McGovern Where the greasy river slides.
Can feel the release As I'm moving inside Mirror valley shiver Walking
through the flickered light.
Clear bright alone Not looking backwards In my house of fear.
Can float in
the stream of the luminous night Where the seas of laughter flash beneath the city sky.
Metropolis deep Sad
and wonderous sigh I'll love you forever Walking through the flickered lights.
Clear bright alone Not looking
backwards In my house of fear.
Blue Runner
It's daybreak on the hill When I see the cranes
fly high Her grey dress hanging still On the wall the shadows glide Their staggered flight it bends Across the
morning sky There's a road that takes me there.
It's daybreak on the hill On the clear untamed horizon The
landscape like a still Figure lies in naked silence Take me where you go blue runner rolling by On the road that
takes me there.
Your silver soul Through the prairies metal glow Your silver soul Tracks me, You're like a
flame I can't hold.
When I wake I can still Feel it in my veins like fire As I wake I can still Feel the same
insane desire Straighten from the bend blue runner rolling by Every road it takes me there.
Your silver soul Burns
the further west I go Your silver soul Tracks me, You're like a flame I can't hold.
Your silver soul Through
the prairies metal glow Your silver soul Tracks me, You're like a flame I can't hold.
Rose-Marie's Leaving
When I was born naked and free Mama's mind
went Out of her reach When I was born Just you and me Rose-Marie I don't believe you'll leave me
And
in the storms of destiny When the light went You'd come to me Then with the dawn When I could see Rose-Marie I
don't believe you'll leave me.
Something's wrong It's plain to see The way your eyes rest Nervous on me Everyone
wants real love Everyone wants real hatred But nobody wants to put their hand in the fire Rose-Marie I don't
believe you'll leave me
I was born with a crucifixion complex High in the field Under the sky But what
I see Is what I believe And Rose-Marie I don't believe you'll leave me.
Rose-Marie I don't believe you'll
leave me.
The Cyclone
Through the back door The cyclone sailed her
heart Through the house she flows And lifts his bride from the ground And through the trees He clung to them both And
their twisted sheets Don't know why she came here But she won't take her away. And by the vineyard wall He caught
her flaxen hair And the cyclone paused And stayed where he held her high Her eyes stroked the plain Far far away.
Through
the black port The cyclone sailed her heart Where the bora blows A wind that cries through the town Across the
sea She says she won't go In these foreign streets And the road that came here Is the road that takes you away. By
the station wall She left them standing there Her eyes stroked the plain Far far away.
Get Critical
Never beginning, never ending days. Days when
the ceiling is so low I cannot stand And the blunted knife presses into me. Melting in the airless heat The walls
close in on me... Nudging me this way and that From one to another like nervous thunder Thudding in my head a heart Is
beating out the boredom... Nudging me this way and that From one to another Like nervous thunder, Until I fall
to claustrophobic sleep And the ever watching walls lean over me
But when I wake I feel alone There is nothing
but a vast blank floor. And although the walls are watching I can never reach them. No matter how far I walk. I
can never reach them.
Perhaps I'm hypnotised by the rhythm of walking I don't know and I don't really care All
I want is clarity, a degree at least of clarity. And gradually in the bright Yellowing light there is detail, I have
to hold myself back Because I am afraid of losing it I cannot reach this by striking Out wildly in the dark.
Slowly
I'm aware of something In my hand, it is another hand And there are buildings, high-rise, tall, Slender, monumental
in the yellow light I see the word 'firestone' and great movie star faces. Garage, barber shop, kiosk, multi-family
dwellings, Drugstore, sheet glass, casino, hotel bethlehem And a wisp of my new loves thick brown hair Brushes against
my cheek As the passing mouths of streets and Arcades gulp in the new world rising, This is the new world rising..
Before The Power Goes Down
She's my saviour But I don't know what you've come
to She's my saviour Mona ray Mona ray Your doorsteps on a winters day Mona ray She's my saviour But I
don't know what you've come to She's my saviour Mona ray Dancing on her own Moonlight on the floor Mona ray I
can't see you Surround me with your toil But I don't know what you've come to Mona ray And I've filled my head
up with you She's lying on the floor In trouble with the law Mona ray Mona ray Strangers at the door Floating
around the floor And I like the things that you do She's my saviour But I don't know what you've come to She's
my saviour Mona ray Mona ray Curtains on the floor Can't see enough of you.
The Obvious
The figure of pawschien walking ahead of me in
the heat-haze jacket over his shoulder in the Sunday Dockside quiet cavernous empty warehouses blowing metal thunder and
contorting under the sun and the bay beaten like a feline coat of steel. He stumbles in the sand of slaters beach and
turns smiling. He's a plain guy, black hair down like a thatch white teeth glistening black eyes smiling, Born in
the old town grew up in the streets, know nothing of his past but have a vision of him younger with a desperate face, blade
jumping in his hand like a snakeknife. Don't know where that comes from. I follow him. His hometown was built wooden
and tall and as the dusk fell the streets became paths in a forest... light bulbs swinging in the fluted air of aviary
hill, great cages alive with honey coloured birds and song like the warbled sadness of a lullaby. Walking on a thousand
years of eggshells. I take a draught of cold beer from a clouded glass and look around the room... Pawschien talking
with brothers...the men have self-made tatooed grids on their forearms in which there are sanskrit letters. They tell
me all that they know is the obvious and that if I stay with them, maybe I will learn it too. Suedehead girls with
grey eyes and clear skin; one has a crescent scar on her cheekbone, she looks at me with an air of smiling anticipation
as though she's expecting me to recognise her at any second. Something turns inside me like a tickling thirst... others
are watching me too, same expression, Then look away laughing, shaking heads...it's OK, You'll remember. Back in
the streets the scent of the human night seems to hold me, steps muted by onion skins. Old women sleep curled in the
roots of houses, coiled around bales and bundles of fresh herbs and babies. Walking the wooden tunnels out of town all
I can think is. Remember your way back here
-As in the darkness all has vanished. Remember your way
back here.
Jewel Park
Jewel
park in the fall Winter's on its way and it's cold He squints out of a slumber and he sees Bright leaves fall through
the trees A broken fragment of a mirror Shines brightly.
Jewel park in the fall Needs a holiday from the cold She
pulls her little precious on a lead hard to walk in high heels A gentle current like a shiver Blows lightly.
Jewel
park in the fall It's a hideaway from the law He looks a little off colour as he leans Making sure he can't be seen The
opal serpent of a river shines brightly.
Jewel park in the fall The sun is on the lake glowing gold He looks
a little older than he feels Almost time for aperitif The broken fragment of a mirror Shines brightly.
Highway 4287
On the
rust red plain green eyes like heaven A dark and placid lake Sky growing with cold stars Shines like a razor for
your love And the dust clouds fade 4287 The great and ravaged plain Jukebox in the wild card Sings I'm a stranger
to your heart Shines with the sun up like fresh blood On the rust red plain 4287 On the rust red plain 4287
A
rotten motorcade clothes hang in the backyard Sings I'm a stranger to your heart On the lost highway Blue sky
like heaven A dark and placid lake The dulled and cracking paint On the lost highway 4287 Written on a number
plate Thinking of her mothers face shaking her hair On the lost highway Green eyes like heaven A dark and placid
lake Two cars pulled level Shine like a razor for your love She saw a rattle snake Green eyes like heaven Thinking
of her mothers face Clothes hang in the back yard A rotten motorcade
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