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Sylvia’s Deadbolt
02:51
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The train that carries all your words has crashed in the dark
You were minding me in The People’s Park
Under a grainy black and white sun
You grasped every chain of reason
Before almost anyone
Hurrying away from the choppy sea
Toiling up that murderous hill every year
Columns of figures and ancient machines
Only once did I catch you drop one quick tear
Who could fathom your introspection?
We laid the table and lit the fire
For you could manage every other work
Boil and bake, wash, enlighten and inspire
All those prizes that you lightly won
A box of snapshots locked in your brain
The shutters slam down and windows are barred
As you physically come undone
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Green Of Heart
04:16
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GREEN OF HEART
Drifting through fields of crowded flowers
Until they bowed their petalled heads
Matching yellow cowslips with my shoes
Shepherd’s purse in flashes white and poppies red
And the cobalt sky above was not just blue
Nettles failed to sting so entranced was I
No road to navigate or town to close me in
Patchwork fields stretched far beyond my eye
Dismay and bother held each other’s hands
And wheeled away in a departing dizzy spin
Green of heart
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In the Snowmelt
04:32
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IN THE SNOWMELT
White spruce, pine and cedar
And where tongues of fjords converse
Lonesome rambler roves in the wild
Across The Pacific Province traverse
Falling on stumps hidden in the snowmelt
Where loggers have done their kill
Navigate the jags of downstream ice
No pelts to keep out the chill
Forage berries and edible roots
He lets small creatures still to roam
The spirit bear and harlequin duck
Only he will view their home
Falling on stumps hidden in the snowmelt
Where loggers have done their kill
Navigate the jags of downstream ice
No pelts to keep out the chill
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Hunting Down
03:48
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HUNTING DOWN
Little man, his arms around
A fawn in death and not in life
Handed down from father
Who taught you how to use a hunting knife
You do not hunger for any harvest
Smear of blood is on your face
Your journey leads to an epiphany
Your friends will find no hiding place
Roaming wild and hunting down
Sea of demons let you drown
Wrap that piece in a softened cloth
Bury it deep in that wildwood hole
Point it at the outstretched tree
Blast away its rustic soul
Who is there to offer help?
No one cares for your thorny plight
Open up the eager floodgates
And pour out your wrath and might
Roaming wild and hunting down
Sea of demons let you drown
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The Road We Know
02:00
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THE ROAD WE KNOW
Along the road we know
The strobing sun is setting
Buffeted by blow
By wind and by wetting
Sing louder than the lashing and peer through the rain
Can’t wait to get there by four wheels or train
Along the road we know
Clouds are reshaping
The distance is aglow
With a city that is waking
Words pouring down like hailstones on our roof
Strung out on time enough to tell the truth
Along the road we know
Along the road we go
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6. |
Swans They Are A-Feeding
04:18
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SWANS THEY ARE A-FEEDING
Tell me of your dream
Where you can glimpse the world that’s coming
Watch the swans a-feeding fish, oh my
There’s a tortoise playing ball
And a cat that suckles chicks
See the weasel on a bird flying high
You are a boy who wears a cocked hat
Pointing at the night sky
Where the moon will have a man walking by
You tell me he will soar there
In a fiery machine
Waving good old terra firma goodbye
With a solitary tear in his eye
Your midnight musing is fantastical to me
I’m a god-fearing girl who simply cannot believe
I may travel by road
And along shiny rails
But never with my head in the clouds
The smoke of battle rises
And the bullets are a-spinning
Deadly weaponry of war is far too loud
Tell me of your nightmare
Where men with swathed faces
March those in bright robes to face the knife
Will people of science and learning
Torture one another
And send them left or right to end their life
Or dwell on crueller ways to make them die?
Your midnight musing is fantastical to me
I’m a god-fearing girl who simply cannot believe
If the waters gush and the winds do howl and cry
Even king and queens will bow down in splendour to grieve
There’s a painting in the gallery of a garden of earthly delights
That also parades a vision of freakery and fright
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Pathways
03:48
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PATHWAYS
Pathways strewn with rocks to the sea
Pathways
Each step of intention weary and weighty
And blinded by heat haze
Blue on the surface and black down below
Where are the colours I used to know?
My crimson heart is a faded rose
This is the winding path I chose
Here is the siren singing for me
To lead us astray
What I would give for the shade of a tree
The wide ocean is playing with me
A gravel walk would be safer than this stormy water
The fire of a furnace a swifter slaughter
Glint of green draws me back to the shore
There is always a backdoor
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Memorial
04:56
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MEMORIAL
The full Spring draws in tides of gentle wind,
A mighty sun infusing earth and sky
But I have come, through cataclysmic night,
Too late for my goodbye.
Through sombre windows seen, the almond glows,
Scattering bitter gladness on the grass.
Inside these walls, where double silence wells,
My buried ages pass.
Upstairs alone, the source of silence sleeps-
A darling face whose wisdom is release.
From soundless chamber to the waiting Spring
Climb sheer the fields of peace.
P.A.T. O’Donnell
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REDBREAST IN A ROWAN TREE
Redbreast in a rowan tree
Hung with droplets of blood
Vixen screams like a banshee
Worm wriggles in the mud
Tried to pull a thorn with his black bill
From the crown of a man on a crucifix
The spreading red on that deathly hill
Flushed the chest of that bird right quick
Lift up your voice little songster
And join in the chorus with me
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SLEEPING ON STRANGE PILLOWS
She always wanted to come in from the biting cold
Face down in music drenching her hungry soul
That child lay long in a sterilised hospital bed
Longing for escape through the songs in her head
Craving crayons in a big box with silver and gold
To draw out those pictures that will be a sight to behold
So many faces you have loved are in in your words
You opened your mouth wide and out flew a songbird
Constantly in the darkness, desperate to break free
Sleeping in a cave, washing your hair in the sea
Living in the birthplace of Western civilisation
Then a spreading blue, a lasting wondrous creation
Sleeping on strange pillows she would write one day
About an aviator whose Electra lost its way
She could do just about every damn artistic endeavour
That fine fattened up body of work is going to last forever
If you play the fool on an invite to her music room
She might bark and bite in a voice that’s out of tune
The crown of flowers that she used to wear
Cannot be seen now but we all know that it’s there
Constantly in the darkness, desperate to break free
Sleeping in a cave, washing your hair in the sea
Living in the birthplace of Western civilisation
Then a spreading blue, a lasting wondrous creation
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11. |
An Empire in its Glory
04:20
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AN EMPIRE IN ITS GLORY
Close those books until another day
There is an answer to your prayer
The house is full of mould and giant cobwebs
And a mawkish air
Sign your name and state your age
The paper will grow old but never die
For an empire in its glory is bound to own you
Until the seas run dry
A lad who kneels in church is full of worship
The clink of his buttons so percussive
He will bang the drum and march with a brass band
But never combative
He left behind a faith and family
He clenched a ball of sodden earth
And shouted loud to the raging sky
In the land of his birth
Fold your kit and move along
On desert sands and tangled wildwoods
And when the wars are coursing through your veins
Remember childhood
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12. |
The Pull and Drag Blues
04:48
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THE PULL AND DRAG BLUES
Walking in the wildest city
Tearing down the danger signs
I don’t want your utmost pity
Up my sleeve a flickering, glittering knife
Reaching for fingers to defend my life
The trouble is my second skin makes me pretty
Everyone is on the make
Down along Kotze Street
Surrounded by reprobates
Two hours sleep and then squiggly, wiggly lines
Words on the page are driving me blind
Clattering keys jerk my temples awake
Threw my lot with a troubadour
He plucked those strings in the hotel bar
The doe-eyed girls always wanted more
All his talk falls like silvery shards of rain
Only a few of us could explain
His come and go would have your heart full sore
The air he breathed was a poisoned gas
A snake is squeezing his life away
I severed its head with a broken glass
Dead to me three rowdydowdy decades past
That lying back on a strip of grass
Friend I am but another poolroom regret
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