Speaking Louder Now.
Angels never whisper when they’re drunkAnd they’re never honest when they’re soberThey open up their heart when they are heartlessAnd hide behind the ramparts when they are sober And those angels
Sorry If.
written and first recorded for FAWM 2016 Wait WaitThat is not what I said to you Well WellIt’s what I said but you missed the tone Yeah YeahIt’s the tone
Slight Departure.
I know I should not leavesomething’s caught me by the collarbut oh what a kiss could meanit’s departure with a promise My fellow passengers are discontentthe FAA has much to
Simile Blue.
I’m as free as a bird’s wingnailed to the ground.I’m as light as a featherweighed down.Coat me in lead, I’m a statue –I will nest among the gold leaf,small and
Silent Little Bells.
Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey dayInto a hole, down, down-soft place for us to layI buried us in a secret place none will
Sever.
You push me up against a wallundress me like I was your ownpants first, no hesitation,all this with our shirts still on I want to walk on outbut your bedroom
Selkie.
I played 6 strings to the harbour,in 6 foot waves, the music crept…and she stared at nothingfrom another 6 strings…but there’s a tower here,that I’ll knock down,I’ll bulldoze it straight
Secret Surgery.
I hear there’s a secret surgeryTo cut all I ate right back out of meYou know it’d finally let me be freeI’d let them dive right in I hear there’s
Seat.
This house is falling downyou took the fire when you went outleft the tables and the silverwareBut what’s it matter if no one’s there? They’ve given me this warningso young
Save Berlin.
He can have any place you would give him,but please, save Berlin for me.If I can’t have your love or the warmth of your skin,give me rights to a place