OUT OF THE WIND
I come as the wind so to do I go
raw distortion so throw caution to the flow
breathes life, find a fortune on the breeze
some listen to the music whistle through the trees
I listen instead for the words the winds rasp
but the language I've yet fully to grasp
across desolate plains this ancient tongue has flown
upon wings of the free to far lands unknown
caressing a face so calm with no error
then striking so fierce a hammer of terror
breathes fear and ill wind never pretends
where the wind stars is where the wind ends


CLOSER THAN BREATHING
there you are wading through a molten lava town,
the agony you're draggin' me down...
a path I've travelled before
I search inside for a sign to a door,
I see an arrow leading to a tarot reader
nothing I need - don't want to know when I bleed, a
tear drop falls on an ink page to blot,
and blurring the script as though to magnify the spot,
etching the sketch of your time,
that comes and goes like the tides - I climb
to a high crag and swoop, you're in view,
cos the wind always seems to carry me to you,
no matter how much I try to escape,
you're draped on every scape within my shape.
I have to re-learn to live and breathe
so impossible when you leave but never leave.

You're a train racing thru my dreams
a hurricane erasing all my screams
you're a chain breaking thru my seems
even when you leave you're never leaving
You're a train racing thru my dreams
a hurricane erasing all my screams
you're a chain breaking thru my seems
cos you're closer to me than breathing.
closer to me, closer to me, closer to me than breathing.

Too much, too little, too late and too long
I close my eyes to yawn and stretch and you're gone,
just a free young spirit who loves to wander
deep down I knew you wouldn't stick around for much longer,
cos 'absence makes the heart grow stronger' is a myth
makes 'em stray away and find someone else to play with
someone funner someone better someone younger
someone you feel feeds your firey hunger
well ponder sweet friend as i dive off the deep end
the sleep is over and I've found a four leaf clover
bound the pressures of the world to my shoulder
found a precious little girl and I'm sold - ah
so I'm packing up camp and moving on
never known to stay in one place for very long
cos calm rivers run deep.
and still waters never turned so stagnant.

You're a train racing thru my dreams
a hurricane erasing all my screams
you're a chain breaking thru my seems
even when you leave you're never leaving
You're a train racing thru my dreams
a hurricane erasing all my screams
you're a chain breaking thru my seems
cos you're closer to me than breathing.

CLOUDED part 1
this ground where I lay - is as cold as can be,
could this mound of clay really mould into me
we forget the sound of life when we grow older than three
but I found it again - just the other day - and it was holding the key...


CLOUDED part 2
I never saw my fruits hit the ground.
I never wore my boots to the ground.
I never tore my roots from the ground they just lifted,
extended my wings and drifted.
gifted my love in expression of these.
tracked and held captive, trapped and then freed.
Gods speed and seed of his creed firmly planted,
I take all I can but never take it for granted.
enchanted by the sombre melody from a sweet voice,
sleep falls to entice but there's a price for each choice.

I glided, planted my roots in the fertile ground.
grew a little more without a blink or a distant sound.
for one fleeting moment I had never shifted,
then one cheating omen said I was never gifted.
swift to lift a finger, but never the name of gifted child.
I was gifted with joy - the boy who always smiled.
well you always get back what you put out,
someone else'll trip you up if you decide to put your foot out. .

seal your lips and tell me can you speak
close your eyes and tell me what you see
shield your ears and tell me can you hear
close your hand and tell me what you feel

I drifted down dug my feet into the warm sand,
grew a little more with kindness and a warm hand,
for one tiny second I was never alive,
and then one shining beacon shone a light into my eyes,
wise to the ways of the world but seldom sipping,
even though every night I can hear water dripping.
just like you I too lost my sight and smile,
when my ways were clouded for a while.


BUS AND THE BUSKER
I'm standing waiting for the bus to come
I hear a faint hum, singing and a guitar strum
for a second I can't tell what's making the sound
is it a stereo? no, a pretty girly sitting on the ground
mesmerised by the surprise right behind me
always wanted a moment like this to come and find me
but timing has never been my speciality, especially today
f***in bus why'da have to come and take me away

so I'm sitting right there on the back of the bus
now there's a pain of glass and the space between us
is getting wider and bigger and further apart in this metropolis
can I have this day again tomorrow so I can come give you this?...


WHAT?
I don't know why this always happens to me,
I always get stuck riding waves out to sea,
dragging me further away from the cause
where are the waves rolling back into shores
back to high land to dry land to my land,
to much ocean and not enough dry sand,
so I roll the dice and hope for better...
days, and always end up getting wetter
cos even away from the water falls water,
and grey clouds cover the moon in first quarter,
and tears cover the ground once again,
I hear sighs of relief from those praying for rain.
are we meant to be aligned in harmony with nature,
or harbouring the thought we are different, thus greater,
you see most of humanity live in a false reality
focused on money and superficial ideals,
cos who wants to fray first, and be worse of than the neighbours,
"NOT I" says the lady with the crocodile heals.

what land? what sea? what sky?
- they look and learn and see and say: what land? what sky? what sea?
- I look and learn and see and say: that land? that sea? that sky?
- they look and learn and see and say: what land? what sky? what sea?
I rise a cry inside and sigh.

I think perhaps it's the human way,
to choose to stay in a room in the grey
away from the truth and the gloom of the day
and block out the proof and presume it's okay
In fact I know today it's the human way,
to forget what they say - cos it may go away
and be aloof to all sense and never use the grey.
and play ignorant goof and presume it's okay.

you've been sitting inside that box in your head for too long now,
you've been sucking the teats - NO the cocks, of the wrong cows.
all I ever hear is "do you want lies fried in fat?"
but it's always disguised as "do you want fries with that?"

LUCID END
some say that the reckoning bringer came to send us fear
wrinkled finger beckoning the end is near
a thousand mile high pillar of cloud arising
the burning sun sinking into the horizon
scan the skies for the space visitors
a future of destruction and terror- is it yours?
not mine' and man pipes from the back pew,
hard struggles and hard times to adapt through
how can a man survive a wall of dust
with an out of this world dose of faith and trust
no fear no crying can't you see we're dying
it's so clear to see greedy leaders lying
so clear to see the earth twisting in pain
so clear to see the plan of evil ingrained
so clear to see the full truth is bent
so clear to me I'm at a lucid end.

lucid end, lucid end // Im coming to a lucid end,
lucid end, lucid end // Im near to a lucid end.
lucid end, lucid end // I'm here at a lucid end.
lucid end, lucid end //

as I walk I run a stick along a corrugated fence
some close windows those who don't live in tents
can you sense the draft curling up round the rafter
through the comfort zone it's a shriek of laughter
fresh and clear it cuts the gloom
like a ray of sunlight streaming into a dark room
the same cold air hit my eyes and awoke me
it's the same cold air that lit the fire that choked me
I'm at my life's autumn shedding leaves
leaving bits behind that I knew I'd always leave
grieve not cos with nothing I still have everything
out to sprout new shoots this very spring
bring a rhyme or two to a city that lacks
opinions are pointless unless you act
got the knack and I'm coming back for another innings
cos the lucid end is the clear beginnings

this dark world keeps getting me down
this mass doom is so hard to comprehend
i wear a smile now cos it hurts to frown
and cos I'm at a lucid end...

lucid end, lucid end // Im coming to a lucid end,
lucid end, lucid end // Im near to a lucid end.
lucid end, lucid end // I'm here at a lucid end.
lucid end, lucid end //

bombarded with garbage only fit for the dirt pile
advertising that's supposed to make my life worth while
telling me what I need to make your wallet bulge
tryna sell me useless crap with hopes I indulge
It's a weird world we hardly need a thing to survive
yet we store up treasure for pleasure and then die
WHY? to leave our ascendants so much?
well, the only true treasures are the gifts you cant touch.

this dark world keeps getting me down
this mass doom is so hard to comprehend
i wear a smile now cos it hurts to frown
and cos I'm at a lucid end...


DOWN TO NOWHERE
please lead me way from this path of destruction
endless empty dollar slogans and bogan corruption
those forces of evil strive for its pull
this life where no life is alive to its full
where the wool is pulled over still dull eyes show where
a spiralling downward trail leads no where
why do they like where they are they cant see where they're going
only the willing few will be in the knowing
some walk a journey - and never see joy
cos while some create most others destroy
vote for your king and it will be
I hear you say "I hope for nothing" and "let it kill me"
drink detergent and it washes away your heart and head
here's a dirge for the living who are already dead.

won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere.

please lead me back home to the land of the living
where even the strangers don't know what they're giving
where the death of something is the birth of another
and the breath of something says the earth is our mother
the hard planet with scars on her face
from folks lost in high life and living at fast pace
boardroom tables make fashionable labels
the soul of the nation destroyed by corporation
the wooden bowl is shaped by skilled hands of the turners'
the clay bowl hardened in the fiery furnace
see everything has so much more to it
you've just got to know how to open the door to it.
won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere.
so don't head down to no where used well the ways
my son take much care and choose well the days..
use well the ways - choose well the days
use well the ways - choose well the days
choose well the ways - use well the days...

won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere