Spinning.
I wished on a shooting star in Greenlandbut was sad to findjust a lump of rock in the iceAnd the lead in my pencil splinteredwasn’t strong as I thoughtand my
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
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I wished on a shooting star in Greenlandbut was sad to findjust a lump of rock in the iceAnd the lead in my pencil splinteredwasn’t strong as I thoughtand my
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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