She wanders in the night

she wanders in the night
across the land
searching for her memories
looking for who she is

no castle was strong enough to hold her
no city
offered enough
to keep her

she was lost in herself
she was free in herself
to forget and to wander

but no matter
how far she wandered
she still felt the fire
the ashes in her heart
the coldness of midnight

so she returned
to the broken walls
to broken windows
to flowers, guitars and shadows
intermingled
with wounds and blood and love

There has been a battle with the world

there has been a battle
against the world
there has been a losing battle

the world rises like leviathan
and keeps rising
and searching for innocent blood

in every corner
in every island
the world leaves its mark
with blood and tears
the world leaves scars and ruin

the world is a cancer
the world is a growth among humanity
the promises of the world are short
the gains of the world are shit

gain the world and lose the earth
gain the world and destroy your soul

the world is a slurry of mud
between ocean and mountain
the world is a monster
slithering onto land

give it a hand, haul it in land
put it on a pedestal, bow down to it

cry out and say to it
cry and and say
oh, what a world

I can’t fully explain the English

I can’t fully explain
the English to you
it’s difficult to explain
what shaped them

the break with the pope
the beheading of a king
Cromwell’s revolution
the empire
the industrial revolution
the two world wars

it all took ordinary men
from their working lives
and put them into the infantry
century after century of conflict
has left a deep depression
the barrack room behaviour of everyday life

square bashing is in their souls
in wars right across the world
right across the centuries
they have been there

or put into factories
on a massive scale
to build railways and fleets of ships

going home to poor houses
going home to ragged families
drinking, church and smoke

Sailing through space

Sailing through space
Is a boat full of water

Normally
Water is on the outside
But in space
It is kept on the inside

You do not see it
Mentioned in the constellations

The zodiac is full of giants
When they are thirsty
They send for it
And it sails
Into the harbour of stars

And immediately
Things come to life


Somewhere in space
Where the temperature is mild
There is water everywhere

Gushing out of nowhere
Rivers of water
Torrents and storms
Lakes and oceans
Suspended in space

And in between
Are the colours
Of the spectrum
Moving around
Like arrows
Like rainbows
Or like the northern lights

They saw me with you

They saw me with you
They saw me with beauty
So they waited in the night
And beat me up on the road
And took you away
And put you in a cage

They did not behave like men
They were robbers
They wanted you for a jewel
In their robbers crown

But the other jewels looked on
With shock and surprise
They backed out of the door
And fled into the night

The sensitive star

Look at how the sun
Communicates with the earth

How it reels in its power
And with its nuclear fusion
It sends out light

The earth compared to the sun
Is like a grain of sand
On a beach ball
But sun light reaches earth
As sensitive as a fingerprint
On a window pane

It takes a great deal of love
To keep the earth alive

With just a second of bad temper
And the earth would become
A burnt crumb

Privilege

Privilege is often blighted by arrogance
that sounds dull and hollow
-But a bird lost and abandoned
Will make the sweetest sound

This too is an extinction of humanity
Even man is made extinct by man

Everything has to fit into his carryall
Anything that does not fit is hunted down

If a tiger dares to compare itself to man
If it dares to compete with the beauty of men
It is hunted down and killed
It is cornered and bulldozed

The world moves on in this fashion
From Cain to Chicago

The animals we call game are massacred
The weeds we don’t like are poisoned

Her accent

Her accent is a thing of beauty
Like classical music from ancient Greece
If you listen to her talking
You’d think you were in a stately home

But she changes her accent because of prejudice
Because of people who associate it with privilege
Even though she is poor and overworked
They try to silence her beautiful speech

In any accent, there is beauty of sound
It depends entirely upon the heart of who speaks
All that matters is that you speak with good heart
Then you will outreach the tone-deaf and their envy

She lives in a bed-sit and she works like a slave
She’s the child of wealth, education and privilege

Their knowledge gave her nothing
Without being loved it is all for nothing

But once you fall out of the nest
It’s hard to get back in

But still I hear her beautiful accent
Not of an actress at the top
Not of a princess at a ball
But of a warrior queen
That sings like a nightingale

Thugs and fairy tales

Thugs to me
Thugs
To me
Everywhere I go
Thugs to me
Thugs to me
In the rain
In the snow
There are thugs
About me
Thugs about me
They love
Their thuggery
Thugs
In the wool
Thug in the wine
Thugs in the water
Thug in time
Thugs
Thugs
Everywhere I go
Thugs
Thugs
Chewing
On rainbows

The thugs in long boats
Sailed to Lindisfarne
Drunk
First they peed
Then they made
The Christians bleed
And what for?
They worshiped the god of war

There’s a black vein
Running through society
Supplying evil to every brain
It was discovered
In the forest
By lovers
What a nice
Souvenir
Of our tryst
They dragged
It to the castle
On the crag
Not knowing
What they really had
Along came
A witch
She’d found
A perfect match
She grafted it in
And let the evil hatch

The sound of a gunshot
Gets people running
All over the world
Panic sets in
They can’t control their limb
Million
Fleeing
Just one bullet

The old colt pistol
A still in its case
It came
with the equipment
To make your own bullets
How innovative
How irresistible
When you’re out there
On the range
And you run out
Make your own