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1.
Mist in the mountains, whispers in the trees All my wildest hopes and dreams scattered on a breeze In one enchanted moment you watched a bird in the air But all that I could see was the sunlight in your hair Touched by an angel On wings still unbroken she flies Yet softer is the faded look In her eyes King for a moment, but now a fool A visitor to that strange land where we could never rule In Saturn’s hands our fate is spun, and nothing left to chance But sometime, in the moonlight, we will dance our dance Oh oh oh hanging flightless in the sky Passionless eyes that see so far And we were one, one of many on the hill Alone in a silence that filled our world And on the carousel they will never tell you when to get down And in the black and quickened stream You will only dream of a red sound Find the other slowly opened door Slight as a feather, looking many ways All the books are open, many lifetimes many days Ancient, wise and really here, weaving many strings But none so real as in our time We can hear the choirs sing Slow, so slow they disappear, those dancers of the night Limpid, spiral spectral shapes - no reason no rhyme And the Man in the Moon will sing a simple lullaby And under April’s rolling skies…
2.
100 Species 12:46
Flying all around the corners of the thought plane People crawling on the underside Got to find a place to hide Old women of the city leading me to find the sun Smiling through the hazy shadows of our leaving Counting all the times we never knew The seeds of hope that never grew We’ll be here to write new stories for a young and fragile world A hundred species and we’re almost there Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care? A hundred species, oh how we ran Through equal pairings of the Rosary man Playing broken tunes among the stones of sundown Speaking, but in the silence of the woodland air An echoed cry to no-one there Heading for our old land’s glory, the axemen call but ever fail The scent is sweeter now as a faded rose Blending to a point on the fall of the curve And you used my words for another song Freeing them forever I dreamed a tune of melancholy, saw the fighting in the square And through the arch of honeyed stone walked the dead Seeing me they turned and wept, when warmth was all around We carried bowls of strange new fruit and we could hear the sound Of the sea as a mirror of the sky Of all the souls that were to be Of nothing at all A hundred species and we’re almost there Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care? A hundred species, oh how we ran Remembering the laughter of the mistress of illusion Being not a part of anything, but containing everything I can’t help but hold that moment crystallised in shades of gray Look in the eyes of those who can fly beyond the reason In between lines and hidden signs Take me closer to find the maker All stayed white as I turned off the light And walked the final mile I painted the sky with a murmuring high and smiled Borne on the waves of ten thousand days What have we given? A face in the hourglass counting the sands Lost in the eyes of beauty All is quiet as we take three steps with one another’s dreams And sigh to the shore (We hear small dreams of yesterday, both near and somehow far away Each one alone) I never thought we’d hear that wind Never thought we’d see the storm begin Half a world of innocence within A hundred species and we’re almost there Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care? A hundred species oh how we ran From the marsh to the belltower, your shoes were on the grass Think of me then as I think of you now, removed from being On a white cobbled road I’ll carry your load And make peace Flying all around the corners of the thought plane People crawling on the underside Got to find a place to hide Old women of the city
3.
How long til the cabaret’s over? I lie under darkening skies A ship of fools, one fewer in number Sails away And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in At the cabaret They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet At the cabaret Sing to me in multiple voices Were you an angel of mercy or death? At the edge of our still deep waters We fade away And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in At the cabaret They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet At the cabaret Night comes with its blanket of velvet I fly through the banqueting hall Places set, but for guests long departed We fade away And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in At the cabaret They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet At the cabaret Aon dha tri ceithir Heads down on a journey of patience We are lilies in the eye of the storm Spring returns to a land oh so needy We fade away And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in At the cabaret They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet At the cabaret And the children of the heir, they were gathered here and there At the cabaret In our books we’ll never find the peace we left behind At the cabaret
4.
Zzzvv 09:24
Blinded by the stars, in the shadow of Apollo riding closer Swallowed by the dark of the reed beds by the river running freer Time will pass you by, hiding from view Peace and sacrifice, cold comfort for you Taken by the light, at our feet the blue green marbled skies of Venus Straight lines to the edge Cutting through the empty rocky plains between us Leave the open flower, hide it from view Soft beneath the wings of midsummer dew Oooh madness These are the thousand angry voices Meet me at the beach as the train is passing We’ll hear reflections of the sky Children of the earth standing silently in wonder and in glory Bowing all in time, while across the lawn the shadows are too many Take a morning flight, hiding from view Breathe the dying fire and ransom is due This is the light that fuels my madness These are the thousand angry voices Meet me at the beach as the train is passing We’ll hear reflections of the sky Slowly falls the night, folding end to end across the fields of nowhere Laying on me now like a hundred thousand breathless dancers Leave them dying there, hiding from view Fleeing to the sound of the numerous few This is the light that fuels my madness These are the thousand angry voices Meet me at the beach as the train is passing We’ll hear reflections of the sky
5.
I’m crawling in at your window I’m taking care of time We’re lost like two lonely lovers But the shifting has begun I saw you standing there Coat closed against the wind Seasons of scents and textures Skin soft beneath the wool I've been falling apart And I can’t see no aura around you I've been back to the start And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you And I’m down on my knees I can walk through walls in another dimension I can still talk to the trees We’re hiding under a thimble We’re holding back the edge We’re in flight with moonbirds and visions And charging for the sun So, when shadows call through the night And stars form clusters in our time We’ll hear the driftings in parallel And the circling of our world I've been falling apart And I can’t see no aura around you I've been back to the start And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you And I’m down on my knees I can walk through walls in another dimension I can still talk to the trees Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention Numbers in my head Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention Numbers in my head I see where they go and I believe in forever All that remains is the reflection of an echo Vibrant in space time, still giving A vision of air somewhere The poet’s last words on a living tongue Scoring a dream Lost to the sound of a beating drum We’re moving in time The watchers of the world turn their eyes to us And daylight takes them all away Softly then we’ll glide past the shadows here inside Gray in misty harmony, a white haired builder I would be Let me take your hand, we’ll draw circles in the sand Each one a spiral galaxy in Mr Gladstone’s armoury Out of the blue from a memory Young lovers to be We hear the colours grow and turn to melody A smell of grass in the air In the dark hours of a winter’s day Lying in warmth, to take my breath away The voice of a child across the ages Is this all I had to say I’m back at the start of the circle I've got time to call my own It only starts when it’s over And the shifting can begin I've been falling apart And I can’t see no aura around you I've been back to the start And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you And I’m down on my knees I can walk through walls in another dimension I can still talk to the trees Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention Numbers in my head Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention Numbers in my head I see where they go and I believe in forever All that remains is the reflection of an echo

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released November 30, 2014

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