1. |
The Passenger
02:34
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Glad to see a friend
Hoody zipped up to your chin
Self-conscious and cold
Games on torn paper
Folding writing and smiling
The lovers play on
Frozen like the past
Another brief encounter
Slips by in a glance
Footprints losing you
Through a haze of drifting dust
No one seems to mind
Crossing the border
Dazzled by a memory
The passenger waits
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2. |
Winter
03:38
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I walk by myself
The daylight seems uneasy
And wild geese take flight
As evening fragments
This biting opal sunset
So be in winter
Sleep where do you go
Just scalding drinks to comfort
Enough of waiting
A veil not lifted
Streetlights touch curtains of mist
Now morning returns
Endings do not move
Like the freshly fallen snow
It is time to leave
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3. |
Drifting
03:43
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A city of dreams
My home no more just a name
Giving up on it
To be anywhere
This disappointing journey
He was chanting prayers
All the time writing
I’ll tell you what else she does
She tries to be true
At the thief’s picnic
It was the start of something
My heart leaps no more
What is the limit
Do you talk to him I ask
Of this denial
I prefer this place
She never really shapes it
Knowing the system
Then stick with drifting
Surrounded by these people
You haven’t missed me
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4. |
April
02:42
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Her waist slim and pale
She just lay on a table
Soaking up the sun
Her coffee stained top
Unfading she looked away
A coat round her legs
Yet she liked my songs
Needing sunsets not people
I never found her
Not speaking of home
She always cut things too short
I couldn’t see it
Tempers running low
Lost in morning reflection
Now waiting to shine
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5. |
Unspoken
04:21
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I heard it in one place then in another
Washed away by the tides of time
I wonder what happened to all those friends
Out of date the subways sounds
It didn’t feel right
No escaping anymore
A time to step back
I recall early morning eggs and coffee
With not much to talk about
Touching the past these places and feelings
Almost lonely shifting round
Words I should have said
Things I wish had never been
This counterfeit time
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6. |
The Siege
03:10
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Were I a soldier
I’d march in wellington boots
Sometimes a hero
To a purer way
What we create we destroy
From idle pleasure
Where is the glory
Beliefs undermine beliefs
Shaping their victims
A sip of water
Luck granted a longer day
But the siege goes on
That island of doubt
Beyond an indigo field
The drummer still plays
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7. |
Missing the First Line
03:12
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Missing the first line
I hear too many voices
The shaking of heads
In the warm evening
Seeing today from afar
The edges so sweet
This imperfection
Even through the lonely days
Still shares its reward
There is no wisdom
A resignation of time
Takes all of my names
So am I a fool
Sunlight obscures my vision
A hidden kindness
Is there no wisdom
A resignation of time
Takes all of my names
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8. |
Shadow
03:43
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Closing her laptop she smiles
The sea breeze finds a distant wind chime
Hopeful of stealing the afternoon
Lost friendships clutter the past
My shadow unrecognised
Left behind when she came back
Thoughts trickle through my fingers
You finish playing a song
We are hostage to the singer
Wrapped in a white towel
Bare feet in old hiking boots
You hold me for a brief kiss
These songs with their vain words
Catch us when we least expect
Like the changing tide
Lost friendships clutter the past
My shadow unrecognised
Left behind when she came back
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9. |
Forgiveness
03:09
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Never sinking deep
Our eyes ever let us down
Cheating the hunger
You go in headfirst
A fleeting moment of faith
But all are betrayed
To a jealous god
Dishonesty is the truth
Wasting forgiveness
It is forgotten
Whatever took place before
Dissolving like time
Whisper of faint days
Memory is always flawed
As the summer joy
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10. |
Untouched by Seasons
02:24
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You came from nowhere
Like the gentle evening breeze
Lost in modern times
An eclipse of dreams
Fire smolders in the hearth
You drift back to sleep
Through the common streets
Out of breath and out of luck
Another wrong turn
Fading with the spring
You still have a poets eyes
Untouched by seasons
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11. |
Sunstroke
03:15
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He left his childhood friend
Not knowing who to trust
Flying faraway
Touching eyes afresh
A trip important as life
The rhythm of sadness
High above the hills
Time to think of wasted years
Crushed by silence
So he remembers
Bright sun casts a dark shadow
Sunstroke again
Sacrificing the past
Was it coincidence of choice
He knew he was letting go
Looking for a cure
Sipping ice with bitter apple
Longing to go home
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