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Bude
10:29
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My days have spots in time
so I went to a place of nature's making
where time is a hawk in a hall
and a hawk in the rain can hear your heart breaking
and the sun is shining or
it's splitting the stones under my own body,
but in this sunlit bar
I rack my brains and raid the bookshelves,
discounted every page,
each word corrupt with age,
so we breath softly,
holding each other down,
each one believing in their own unsteady lies and delusions.
Lost in the county glow
the dead dove is in its snows
and if the trees could grieve
they'd shed their ocean leaves.
Time stands still for me
like a hawk above a field.
Down here is a lonely place
where I no longer know my face,
but I can still spell my name,
it begins with an 'R' and it ends with an 'N'.
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Riverrun
04:14
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And what will become of me
if the river's long and the river's long?
And what birds will fly over me
at the river's end, at the river's end?
And it seemed like a lonely field
but it held my head
and I can wait for the outer dark
because it knows my name.
The shadows are numberless
but when the building breathes or the meadow moves
there are such attics cleared of me
where I call my name and I call my name.
And it seemed like a lonely field
but it held my head
and I can wait for the outer dark
because it knows my name.
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I dreamt of a place across the ocean lane
beyond the powerlines, the past unreal, an April moon.
I sat and read the dream, long lion day at bay
and I closed my eyes, you held me like you used to do.
Up from the bonny Hare are flowers everywhere,
girl climbs up the stair reciting Baudelaire,
dancing a victory waltz into the Highbury Vaults!
Every bird is a word or so I've heard
and I failed to perceive the gloaming that surrounded you,
so I went to the coast where all old lovers go,
by the ocean lane you held me like you used to do.
Under the powerlines, actress rehearses lines,
breathing the modern air are flowers everywhere,
wait for the autumn boat, a symbol of our hope.
Up from the bonny Hare are flowers everywhere,
girl climbs up the stair reciting Baudelaire,
dancing a victory waltz into the Highbury Vaults!
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4. |
Leaves
05:56
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An investigation into the fallen leaves.
At the station with handfuls of fallen leaves.
They took me inside and told me what I'd done.
They took me outside and said, 'We're going for a drive.'
In the police car
they want to know the answers,
but they're asking me questions
like where I hid the weapon,
and what became of Madison.
These are all questions in the sun.
There is no ladder at the back
or red and silver in the cracks.
Something is buried in the lake,
it's where the body aches.
'My pale companion,
what do the waters hold?'
It's like asking the canyon
where it unfolds.
In the briar
they want to know the answers,
but they're asking me questions
like where I hid the weapon,
and what became of Madison.
These are all questions in the sun.
There is no ladder at the back
or red and silver in the cracks
something is buried in the lake,
it's where the body aches.
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I went up there to brood
where the mountains seemed to know me,
with a lantern in a cave,
it's where I found the hidden life.
Cloud, castle, lake.
Cloud, castle, lake.
And all the words I sent up questioning
are the same as the words that answer me.
Every path has a hidden life,
existing once in the corner of my eye
and every bird has no meaning to me
and all I see is as far as I see.
Some people here
are on an endless lunchbreak
as if the smell of grass
reminded them of sports day,
Every path has a hidden life,
existing once in the corner of my eye
and every word has no meaning to me
and all I see is as far as I see.
The rooky wood, the hazel wood.
I saw the rooky wood
from the window of a train
and went under its boughs
when I heard them call my name.
They sang unfolding songs
as a breeze moved through the leaves
and all of this was new
but the ground remembered me,
and I stayed like that for days
'til my bonds had worn away.
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6. |
Nighttown
05:37
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I still have to meet Olivia
in the King's Arms sometime in 2000,
and I'm so over it, I know
that I'm not so over it, I know.
And I wanted just to get home
to the corner of the hearttown
where the weather weighs upon you,
it's where I said to meet me,
somewhere in this garden valley,
it's where I said to meet me,
in the path behind the cemetery.
First thoughts are a change in the weather
and commitments in the rooms above the boathouse,
that I'm so over it, I know
and I'm not so over, it I know.
And I wanted just to get home
to the corner of the hearttown
where the weather weighs upon you,
it's where I said to meet me,
somewhere in this garden valley,
it's where I said to meet me,
in the path behind the cemetery.
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Dusk
07:11
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Lying in the grass by the lanes
looking at the kites and the clouds,
the brightest I ever remember,
I remember the place I used to live.
Listening to the road,
pretending it's the sea,
with dogs that bark at nothing at all,
other than a shiver in the leaves.
I rode my bike out to my old house
And thought about you all along the way.
The windows with the net curtains drawn
and feeling that they'd stay that way for good.
The garden has a ghost
walking by the fence,
the shed's a box of memories and dust
with spiders the same colour as the rust.
In the old light, in the old light, in the old light.
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