Monday, 11 November 2024
Our Cargo Party: Billie
Our Cargo Party: Billie: Drunk enough to ask why, accept I've been chosen, before any of you deny, laugh at all my crazes, what I try to provoke, with stupid...
Our Cargo Party: Billie
Our Cargo Party: Billie: Drunk enough to ask why, accept I've been chosen, before any of you deny, laugh at all my crazes, what I try to provoke, with stupid...
Billie
Drunk enough to ask why,
accept I've been chosen,
before any of you deny,
laugh at all my crazes,
what I try to provoke,
with stupid phrases,
sing instead my favourite lines,
our time goes by unspoken,
except what heaven's supplied,
blown away all my traces,
neither shied away nor coaxed,
these wonderful days,
with you by my side,
to verify love's soaking,
no cloud sails the sky,
what settles on our faces,
makes us laugh at cold bones,
before you pack the cases,
a flower at my side,
just some little token,
more than any pride,
we are far from broken.
Saturday, 9 November 2024
Amelia
Before you go and blow it,
dust settle after breeze,
be brave enough to know it,
what flies before the rain,
has reached a God so sweet,
don't brush him away,
love lies here soaking,
laughs at all you've seen,
faith is never broken,
sing that song again,
brush red and golden leaves,
accept it's all a game,
hear a lullaby groan,
never fake what is to be,
forget all you've shown,
fly away to Spain,
dance on islands eternally,
let no one hold your reins,
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
sing softly as you go,
on land or by sea.
Friday, 8 November 2024
Zoe
Wild Flowers in your tunes,
bending at the thrill,
when you note the truth,
life is not some rosy jape,
that anyone can spill,
to make you feel unsafe,
give money to every fool,
find ways to laugh still,
draw comfort in their hue,
walk among them every day,
they will help you kill,
the love he threw away,
forever dream of good news,
don't worry at night's chill,
you are free of refuge,
douse yourself in perfume,
make your voice tilt,
feel your petals bloom,
walk amongst the hills.
Thursday, 7 November 2024
Yara
You pull on your gloves,
take your time,
tell him beat it Bud,
remember which tune,
that mends broken lives,
hear it still beat true,
heaven's a cover,
when you reach that line,
never sing it in blood,
ahall I hum it for you,
listen to the clock chime,
you have nothing to rue,
praise all those who scrub,
lead generous lives,
they'll always find love,
like never want to chew,
mysteries of your life,
there's so much to do,
hear the wind above,
savour each red wine,
fly like a released dove,
never be frightened.
Wednesday, 6 November 2024
Xareni
In a room that creaks,
listening to the rain,
I turn to him and speak,
say this is not my tune,
he looks away,
my words are too few,
the walls are washed green,
the moon sits waiting,
It knows where I've been,
Paris and sunlit avenues,
not somewhere opaque,
places with sinews,
wrapped in a cotton sheet,
he pulls at my traces,
his long gait and knees,
the shingle is slippery,
the bed's like a cradle,
you can smell the sea,
love marks the day. .
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