Monday, 12 February 2018
Nala
Living here's no paradise,
never makes the news,
northern cities aren't nice,
could as well be space,
stars and sea like glue,
put some food on our plate,
all we seek's a better life,
accept what we can do,
to shelter all their spite,
our song still resonates,
a feeling far from Blue ,
wait till you see my weight,
the village is our life,
always something for you,
not window naked transport lights,
this is what we create,
to sing with our crew,
we don't hesitate,
home is our easy night,
where we look for truth,
maybe it's the way we cry,
longing for the South.
Sunday, 11 February 2018
Martha
Some nights i ask why,
if we can ever atone,
stars burn out like fire,
might as well be Mars,
for our credit zone,
we're still that far,
your gaze within my sight,
the wind black and cold,
gone another time,
if its kids and dogs you want,
don't get stoned,
just stay where you are,
when you hear me cry,
running from a broken phone,
it's not enough to sigh,
get a rusty car,
to bring you back home,
a flame is not a war,
no matter how we fight,
or strain our yellow bones,
a pretty boy doing right,
.
U can call me miss Shalome.
this ship's a place of virtue
we sail amongst the known,
how to light the fuse,
make prayer of our lives,
steer an even tone,
shattered by sweet perfume,
temptations that we know,
you are my light,
there never can be issues.
only we decide,
gate, play,great enslave
delgate dazed and grey
who provides our lady
we'll just bumble along,
fly with what we know,
assenting that we're strong,
fling the watch away,
shiny as the fallen snow,
trains arrive anyway,
on rivers skim the stones
to never feel alone.
wouldn't it be great,
1.remains
3
Beat down my walls,
fists amidst the rain,
stand at infirmary's door,
thank god for strong bones,
you are my pain,
always searching for home,
what are you doing this for,
go away on a train.
I'm not divined by whores
why can't you atone,
dance away the shame,
blow love down a trombone,
you chant away the score,
your face a savage shade
I'll pay you roar,
don't spit on the floor,
spinning out your games,
no one needs you anymore,
you always miss the goal,
never want to say,
your time is too raw,
face yourself again.
love is raw,
feel the middle distance
you'll never make the Ritz
or show her tits
dancing in the Blitz
begging at the door
4 ,
5
live generous lives,
like you never rue,
brave enough it rests nearby,
what settles on the breeze
to rescue God or try,
brush away disease,
laugh at why you're cold,
what has come to be,
dance on love you sigh,
sing that song you sold,
growl it like a lullaby,
before you die
you're no salamander.
.panic shall not reign
who holds their reins?
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
by Calendar or the sea,
take Cium
the bird who has flown,
it was only that time,
same silver moon
singing as she goes,
drunk as a fiery contralto,
dance amongst flames,
problems the wind blows,
the love that was shown,
dissolves gives way,
all that you owned,
keeps you engaged.
cafe's swell with rain,
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
don't let panic reign,
like a hurricane zone,
try to circle the domes,
we are leaving Salerno,
you have got my tone
knowing not enough to see,
would you let her tumble,
tired of this campaign,
across this shining bite,
that gives no easy news,
against the water's might,
the Americas of circue.
by mountains and ruins,
lovers only hesitate
she never left a family’s gate,
but came here to sing,
a woman who knows she's great,
that beckons any time,
next to me like a bride,
around a constant why,
the land within our sight,
an old man and his wife,
a voyage for the rate,
set your almond eyes
birds sing out of tune
drain summer into June
sweep up with the moon
not present castigate,
hope on a midnight wire,
we are not alone
in this lasting light,
home provides no clue,
God knows of your plight,
don't try to collude,
say your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
to stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
and a veil across your face
don't send me to Mars,
from where you perorate.
Saturday, 10 February 2018
Maisie
You scatter all my deeds,
like ashes on the bar,
say it brings serenity,
blowout all my pay,
then fly afar,
what a terrible waste,
clinging to the sea,
like someone in a jar,
will others set you free,
it's a different age,
I drive a fancy car,
but still hesitate,
it doesn't fill my need,
that warm hazy fog,
a path to childhood dreams,
dancing on the waves,
all the stuff you're not,
lands among the wreckage,
songs aren't good for me,
instead they leave a scar, ,
holy water in my drink, ,
what's going on ?
Friday, 9 February 2018
Miriam
Before my fame,
i only thought of you,
and what you created,
shadows make strokes,
against this failing truth,
shocked that i'm broke,
you started to waste,
those successful tunes,
in that different age,
at the hospice alone,
loss shapes your gloom,
down to your bones,
reclaimed from the cafe's,
i would have bloomed,
made everyone gay,
sung a simple refrain,
lonely men soothed,
whistling and happy,
to begin again,
it's hardly new,
down the Freeway,
I've lost a few.
Milly
I have no need of you,
stepping off this train,
you don't need much view,
i hate to be alone,
or see anyone anyway,
on the street or Metro,
i haven't got a clue,
but you're no an angel,
asking what's your due,
you arranged the loans,
introduced me to the crew,
put jelly on my bones,
stay with the truth,
now my voice is raised,
i'm not your issue,
before my groans,
you tried to erase,
everything i called a home,
i sing successful tunes,
in this special way,
truth is a bitter fruit,
can't get around the news,
when the old man passed away,
no one sang the blues,
but i danced every day.
Wednesday, 7 February 2018
Maya
You wonder why i pray,
with kids like these,
they'd make you snort cocaine,
run a bath with foam,
the giving is your deed,
our loving isn't done,
I hold your face,
forget the disease,
catch horizons in the rain,
in the wind and stones,
help them find their feet,
assist their journey home,
guide me through these days,
make my troubles ease,
withstand the fray,
each part of my bones,
becomes suddenly free,
now we're alone,
d'you remember the forays,
our trips to the sea,
a scrimp for those holidays,
our dance of Thebes ?
Marina
How d'you call this news,
those troubled nights,
as if you knew,
and the different crews,
left hanging on the line,
they loved you too,
fire burns in the grate,
don't tell me how to cry,
for those who came too late,
it isn't them you fool,
dying in the tide,
those who cared for you,
no matter what you use,
however you may try,
hope is not immune,
who cares what is fake,
something's deep inside,
not a household name,
the cabin sings your blues,
pillows furl beneath the sky,
death brings no easy due,
even where you lie.
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