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Haunted Keep
03:37
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James along the road-lane will become new
First, though, hall on the right
And river to his right, then to his left
As Prospect looks upon you
And I heard this place was haunted
So I went there every night
Just to find it was me
Who was haunting this site
We were made for to catch game
My advice: think on Harry’s soul
There’s a phantom at the keep
And the mist has claimed my eyes and my ears
And I see her in old wives tales
As she hums down the steps
Those nine hundred years
And two months old steps.
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Harvest Festival
03:16
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Villagers are here for an assembly
The chillun came two by two
Little lamb drawings of ingathering
And mothers, too
They sit in this room
Beneath the card.
I wish I could take my viol da gam
And walk off to South Zeal
Where I can paint landskips and enjoy
The dregs of my life
In quietness and ease
But then the card.
Every eye sees the white woollen man
His scarlet breeches and his candlestick hands
He came with clouds, and when kneeling,
His trumpet sounds.
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Roulette
04:19
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Once, in a vision of the night,
I was punished by the sight of a page as it turned
Writ in the fractalating ink,
All in laughter from the brink, was a terrible word
I am living the other nightmare
There are thousands of them
And only one dream.
And this is a symptom,
Not the disease.
Time to move to the countryside,
In a garden watch the sky with my mouth wide open
And wait for the atom bomb to drop,
And pray it lands right down my throat
Tell the author to start all over again
I don’t like this one
I can’t stand how it ends
I refuse to go through it
The other guy blew it
Don’t mess it up
He said “this whale is having a dog of a time”
And he insisted that we play Russian roulette
With a completely loaded weapon
He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out
One, two, three, four, five, six
Six words of wisdom for me
And, winking with every eye,
He was humming the tune that goes
“And we all shine on
Like the moon, and the stars, and the sun”
As he began to nag the trigger
Began to nag the trigger
Began to nag the trigger
Began to nag the trigger.
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I was walking again in dreamland
With a viol in my hand
Strumming zoetropic visions
That I saw gallop round and round
And with a lion up on Klondyke
To the sound of some new band
I took note of my position
And saw a bridge to that heather land
Moon-eye show the hill where melodies go
And granite bones align in clever rows
Yes cloaked in ancient robes, blue, now royally grown
The dancing field aglow in purple clothes
Where horses roam
And heather grows
The lion knows
His home
And like a dawning over Klondyke
There rose up a lion sun
Who without ceasing on his mission
Said “Harry! on! to that heather land!”
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Pray that I’m brave, but never find that out
Not now or ever
You’d rather live in doubt
And don’t let the weather bring you down
I knock all night; get no answer
I knock, it’s all for the best
No feet in the grave, but now I know its size
Where I’ll close my eyes
Look up from the ground, hear those dusky summer sounds
And don’t let the weather bring you down
I knock all night; get no answer
I knock, but I know i’m guessing
Is this a wind on my finger pointed out?
I knock again and resign
It’s for the best
I know, I know, I know it’s true
That chasing her is a foolish thing to do
And yet, what if I felt a wind?
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Fall Of The Granite Man
03:56
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It was the way of the granite man
He had granite hands and granite feet
His eyes were the moon
He dressed in navy fabric
Coloured in with stars
And he danced
Then the tree came
Her eyes were the sun
She was dressed
In clouds that rained
And they danced within the fabric
Now a lighter blue
With rain upon the fabric
And clouds over the moon
The granite man crumbled
His granite bones became granite stones
Only his moon eye remained
Hiding from her sun eye
Searching the earth round and round
Only his moon eye danced in the night
And what of the stars that crowned his cloak?
Look above you
Now we climb this Tor on Sunday afternoons
We are stepping on his hands
We are stepping on his feet.
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Good
03:04
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I need advice, just like before
When you were ready to give it
About life and how to live
But I’d already stolen it
And it goes like this:
“Let Sunday be the evening of your week”
Give a smile, be a thief
It’s the least that you owe me
When I look into my soul
And summarise my goal
It sounds like this:
I don’t wanna be great–
I wanna be good
All my faith is tied up in this
One humble shot that, who knows, might miss
It’s not so much about chasing bliss
The triumph is to avoid abyss
I sleep well after a good day
When I’ve behaved in an honest way
With all my debts repaid
And so when
I am older
And it’s true that I
Hope I am when I…
And it’s bedtime
But forever
I will die well after a good life.
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Who have we here? Little boy in the neckerchief
Talking on, and on, and on
Commentary boy
Lullaby luh
Laby yuh luh
Lady whisper hush
Listen to what is around
Only sound: mices creeping a-round and round
Mices sneak underground
Tree branches growing, where are they going?
Kittens caroling, fa so la ti do-ing
Cotton neeweeps
Clouds on four feets
Are listening too
Mrs Owl peeps
Time for some sleeps
Little boy blue
Tortoises trudging, that wall’s not budging
Blind moles a-hilling, mud can’t be filling!
Cotton neeweeps
Clouds on four feets
Are listening too
Mrs Owl peeps
Time for some sleeps
Little boy blue.
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Herebefore
04:41
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A hand print on a cavern stone
By an old man who was not alone
Painting with his open eye
Saying “here am I”
The language of that dream was gone
All the whispered songs
Walla leialanon
I was learning how to read and write
Then bath time on a Monday night
Little footprints on a woolly rug
Yelling “next!” from a towelly hug
Then at fourteen
In an away game for Argyle
“Ow, my knee”
Couldn’t play for a while
The language of that dream was gone
All the whispered songs
Walla leialanon
In the poem of that dream
Did I catch a glimpse
Of where the whisper came from?
Walleialala
As all the squirrels and the bees
And all the branches in the apple trees
At every cockadoodledoo
Can up and rise, open their eyes,
Then so can I, and so can you.
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Ever Since Greenwich
05:39
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You were a head wind
Or the turn onto The Avenue
From the North Side of the Common
When I feel the air get colder
I hope you step on a plug
But most of all I hope
You find meaning and fulfillment
And the strength to prevail
And to forgive, as you are forgiven.
Because you are loved
That’s the message I carved into the bench
(in case the moss obscures those letters
or my keys were too blunt
or my hand was too clumsy
to make them out clearly enough,
or in case you never revisit,
and perhaps you’ll never hear this
or know that I’m addressing you,
although I think it’s probably
obvious enough)
The bench on the hill with the view
Of that phoenix cathedral,
Saint dad, saint brother,
On the far side, in the middle, on the far right side of the middle beam
Read it and know it
And remember it forever:
You are loved, ever so gratefully,
Eternally, softly goddammit!
You are loved!
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