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Fold
03:05
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In the fold of your body my fortune lies
In the crook of your arms my heart resides
In the pool of your gaze is a spotlight
I step inside, to the circle wide
And I throw my shadow
To the fold
In the stitch of your smile I am am tied tight in
In the bend of your spine I am bowed and bound
In the dog ears of your pages I am sheltering
As the words float down like autumn leaves
To the fold
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Wednesday
03:03
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Shoehorned into the world
fought the air his lungs did swell
wise as a churchyard yew
bloody as a family feud
all dressed in blue and grey
waking to the day
cold as the frost that lined the ground
that wednesday morn
what’ll he say when he gets his tongue
what’ll he do when he learns to run
swift as a thunder clap
stealth as the hour hand
but now time is told
big red numbers bold
chasing the seconds of that day
that wednesday morn
I watch him grow like the grass
green as the bottle glass
high as the reeds
strong as the trees
my worker ant
walk on his hands like a clown
fall to the feather soft ground
rise to his knees mouth in a smile
my wednesday child
now I wait body full
dorsum arched head fearful
this crown’s a heavy one
wear it well my little one
this crown’s a heavy one
wear it well my little one
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Straight Rows
03:03
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That old white horse on the hillside
Watches the road and the cars pass by
The road’s as old as the horse’s chalk
The horse is as old as the land itself
And up on the ridgeway
Blown away
Hundred voices of old
Straight rows
Ploughed and sown
I’m gonna follow them home
I’m leaving the city’s silhouette behind
The noise, the hum and the roar of life
But I can’t get those bright lights out of my eyes
The stain they leaves lingers
But up on the ridgeway
Blown away
Hundred voices of old
Straight rows
Ploughed and sown
I’m gonna follow them home
I’m gonna follow them home
And on the horizon
The trees stand still
They call it a sanctuary
And those bright lights
Stumble and fail
Up in between their leaves
But up on the ridgeway
Blown away
Hundred voices of old
Straight rows
Ploughed and sown
I’m gonna follow them home
I’m gonna follow them home
I’m gonna follow them home
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Aniseed
02:23
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You're like aniseed
Bitter and sweet
My starshaped fool
Leave me black and blue
My arguments spread thin on bread
Like what I believe should simply melt away
And your voice ricochets around the room
Boomerangs and comes back to you
Deafening most everything
Like what I say should simple fade away
I'm just a pincushion for your love
I'll wear out when you've had enough
Tie my hands behind my back
Dirty tricks I'm not doing that again
Cos you're like aniseed dividing me
My taboo breaker my first mistake
And I don't know how to get down
Thirty-first floor no way out
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Night Owl
02:51
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It's three am his heart's alive
Calls him to wake
It flutters like a butterfly
Flying at a flame
It's three am his heart beat's like a collar round his neck
Sees her sleeping there like a newborn child with breath of velvet
He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl
He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl
It's four now and the soldiers stand upright at his feet
Passing orders for the circuits that
Are tearing up the sheets
Their shadows march cross the paper wall the artex opens up
Sees a wormhole to another world where sleep is no enough
He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl
He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl
And at the back door of his navel lies a wall and a key
And he don't know where's it's come from or to where it leads
it's the ancient cursed entrance of a mother's breath
And it's like realising that you lead your life in the wrong language
He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl
He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl
He's the night owl
He's the night owl
He's the night owl
And he crawls slowly to
Sleep as you wake to the inky dawn
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