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The Sleepers Sleep
The sleepers sleep
in a stony bed
hard as a ledge
cling to the edge
and weep at night
all night they weep
and long for sleep
and long for sleep
their stoic shoulders
silent heave
and forlorn weave
their path through grief
the rhythm for
the leaden heart
can hardly start
it's lonely part
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How Can I Explain?
How can I explain?
I'm afraid see
that what is bad
and sleeping in you
is lying in wait for me
for all the harsh words spoken
have I been freed
when I turned my back on everything
was that really me?
how can I resist
instead of wait?
you know I've seen it
and it's ugly
I don't want it to be my fate
for all the harsh words spoken
have I been freed
when I turned my back on everything
was that really me?
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A Twisting Thorn
Give yourself to the river flowing down
like the water rushing around the stones
endure fall after fall
for the magnet's ring insistant calls
expression to it each and all
not to listen is a lie
to turn your head away and cry
that you can't rouse yourself today
a twisting thorn who seeks to stray
will find there is no other way
a twisting thorn who seeks to stray
will find there is no other way
will find there is no other way
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Home Is A Crevice In The Grass
Home is a crevice in the grass
'cos I'm the twig that snapped free
and fluttered to the ground
and you're the leaf that couldn't decide
where home should be
we're lying in the grass
we're watching the clouds pass
thinking where's the place for me?
soon the wind regardless will oversee...
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Memory Lanes
If after all this time
we meet with
our memories in mind
we're bound to collide
the streets are alive in new ways
the streets are alive in new ways
for you but not for me
to me they're memory lanes
if we meet with
our memories in mind
we're bound to collide
I knew you as you were
but I don't live here no more
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Brilliant Things
Thought I'd do brilliant things
but when I fail I think of drink
I want to sit in some warm place
and feel a part of the human race
feel it's warmth spread through my viens
pushing me softly on again
when's the breakthrough going to come?
not here but in some distant place
does it exist outside my head
this place I'd willingly be led?
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Will There Be Drinks?
Will there be drinks
and laughter later?
I need to know
so that I can think straight
in bed in the morning
why think such things
need such things?
when I talk to myself
I say can't you say no?
get along in moderation
refuse the temptation
envious because at
eleven o'clock
they are in their rooms
at eleven at night
they're not missing anything
but I'm missing something
when I talk to myself
I say can't you say no?
get along in moderation
refuse the temptation
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Anchor
I'm only made of thoughts
there's nothing here to touch
I feel as though I'm so well lit
that no one can not know me
but your eyes sometimes
look at me in surprise
I swear I'm just trying to
hook my anchor to
the grace in everything
a change has come
I see so well
where once it was so dark
I'm brighter now
so don't say you can't see me
but do your eyes sometimes
look at me in surprise
I swear I'm just trying to
hook my anchor to
the grace in everything
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Back To The Fire
One kind word
or innocent smile
irresistably hooks
a hopeful heart
back to the fire
from which it fled
One kind word
or innocent smile
or friendly eye's
enough to quench
the burning blows
of wounds gone by
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A Silver Canopy
You and me
under a silver canopy
and this shower
reinforces the silence of the hour
black thunder
sky has been torn asunder
retreating now
made to feel small only dawn knows how
lumbering heavy
with wounded pride
squeezed shut those watery eyes
squeezed shut those watery eyes
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