Nightwine
Tender night gently flowed
Through our old destinies
Layers of feelings gently unrolled
Leaving purple tracks
On the path of time
I got some wine to pour until the sun goes down
I got some sky to get high before the sun comes up
States of mind let vapour trails
On the wild vault of night
There was room enough
For the Moon and Saturn and the noise we made
There was room enough for mistakes
And faults and love and a lot of wine
Travelling westbound
Neverending sunset
Layers of clouds
What is eternity
If not here and now
Nothing can change
As long as we keep
Travelling westbound
Following the sun
Nothing will change
As long as we drive
Just don't turn away
From the setting sun
We can but dream
Amid a distortion field we live ever more
A bubble of dazzling feedback shields us
From the black vertigo of silence
On the rim of nothingness
Flashes of colour soak up our gaze
Adrift in a fringe of the dark milky way
The thing that has been, shall be again
Nothing's new under the sun - blame the delay!
The wind goes and the wind returns
Must there be another level of wakefulness
Nothing for it, we can but dream
And dream of thinking of dreaming
Caffè
Don't you be so squabbling in the morning
Sure you might have already killed some men
Sure must be a reason for your rows
I still haven't even had my coffee
Take my coffee
First things first
Take my coffee
Had my cat started to talk
Threaten me in a noble tone
Crunchies now or he'll tan my hide
He'll even challenge me to a duel
I'd say you like the sound of your voice
For now the moka is my weapon of choice
Take my caffè
First things first
Take my caffè
Je est un autre
Aphrodite came with a lot of gifts
And stuck the will in this frail heart
Sprays of light from that burning lamp
Lighting up the hairy bourn
If brass woke trumpet
It's not my fault
Je est un autre
A ring without an end (from 'The Riddle Song', traditional)
I gave my love a cherry with no stone
I gave my love a ring without an end
How can there be a cherry with no stone
How can there be a ring that has no end
Ripples
A rock in the pond
Ripples on my mind-stream
Plymouth morning
The drops of rain
Sparkle in the light
The trees are laughing
'till they cry
The sky is changing
And you should too
There's nothing steady
Among living things
Blame
There is a random stone
Crashing on your head
There's a time bomb
Ticking in your chest
There's a burning fuse
All across your veins
And you can only blame yourself
So sad you can only blame yourself
There is a pinworm
Running through your flesh
There is a black hole
Swallowing you up
There's some quicklime
Burying you alive
Just a spot
Sit in circle
Just some distraction
The three graces
Have a potion
If he knew
But for sure he won't
Just three girls
It's only a spot
Some more of this?
Just a spot
Try this one
Just to know
Really, will you?
Well, why not
Can you feel it?
How couldn't I?
It's not Cézanne nor Botticelli
It's just three girls
We're strictly straight, you sure did know
Straight to the point
Aloft
Many flowers waft
Lingering perfumes
Your lotuses delight
Red sun sleep in the fog
Like a secret soft
Within the solitudes
Profound
...so deep
You... cascades
There my spirit wades
Vaporous wings
No truth through the words