Document 19
Showing my face just for the sake
Of something to do for to say
Painful it is to wash it I guess
I might as well do for the sake

It’s no big deal
That wont help either way
A blanket, a garden
Dead grass in May

Stop singing wordless meaningless
Bottomless hopelessless
Ours is to sing or be shut in
Or be shut up all the same
Stop singing for the sake of the song
If you have nothing to say

The shape of the verb in
Your mouth for to play
Stop signs in places
Wont let either way

The shape of the verb in
Your mouth for to play with

Blackbird 1
Keep throwing stones at the sun and cloud and
The sun on my back, wine in your white mouth
You don’t want to blow the big light out

And spend your day dreaming out-loud
In the belly of a whale
And the blackbird in your mouth singing
On a barbed wire fence on the wire

Cawing at the white sky
Which is the fog in my headlights and
There are planets everywhere

I think you just need to know where to look
And which rock to look under but don’t ask me
Because I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing
And the blackbird in your mouth singing
On a barbed wire fence on the wire

It’s just a bad dream, you were singing in your sleep
I’ll wake you up when we get there
If we get there

Blackbird 3
This road swells and so reflects
A sparkling sun
Into my window
The birds crossing the sunroof
Make lines that I would follow
Dissect glass in the sunroof
I guess that I would say so

Where’re You Goin’?
The white little houses that float like the sounds of the sleepy old boats in the shore that moves out of our eyes like the hook on a wall that held pictures for how many years and I pulled it out with my fingers and we drown in the cloud that we follow around there’s no sky behind nothing but ground – will the last one to leave please turn off the heat on your way out and into the cloud

Feels, feathers, bog and bees
Stony eyes come on deep in the heather see -
Where’re you goin’? Your tongue isn’t finding your teeth

I guess I regress but I expect no less and the harmonies sing to the sounds of the starlit snow mountains and unearthly humans and whatever else yeh y’know we sleep in lasers then wake up in places where we make bad faces at yesterdays phrases and stunned into silence the earth kept on rolling away from the sun in a spate of unholy

motion. Holding. My. Seat.
Stony eyes come on deep in the heather see -
Where’re you goin’? Your tongue isn’t finding your teeth

I’m growing stars in my trouser pocket that I make into place with the blink of an eye on my face – in spring it is starting to drop from the ground to the sky in a blackening

Flower In The Mind
She would pass without a name
And without a right to be tired
We fold in our way
And share the look on your face

Drink your tea with your mother
And kiss me with your hand in the nettles
It all is not enough
We all want to see blood

We see you, we see you lying
Through our teeth we see you lying
I held your hand
You dropped out of your skin
Softly

Piano
(Instrumental)

Friend To Mine
I love your bleary eyes
They are a friend to mine
My freezing face
Forever in place
To throw it in the fire

I’m sick of making minds
Up even all the time
And I’ll leave the verb
The rhyme in my mouth
There to lack and die

Document 15
The wait isn’t so long
It’s just the standing we keep
Falling over for
And now it hurts my teeth
We’ll all get there at least
It moved me to my feet

We bend in our sleep
It’s in the static we meet
Sharing hands and germs
And talk of little birds
Through shallow little words

Said not in any way found
A proper distraction a door to go round
It’s only a stone
That acts like a heart
There in it’s place

She plays at being lame
While I paint the devils name
Yellow red and green
And images obscene
And things I never seen
To keep them near my seat

O why would you care, why would you care at all?

Blackbird 2
Follow every cloud that would put you down
Singing like the blackbird in your mouth
You ought to open up and let it out

Woman on me like a fog in my headlights
Singing like the blackbird in your mouth
You ought to open up and let it out

Hold her in the sky, hold her in the sky
Singing like the blackbird in your mouth
You ought to open up and let it out

Clear The Throat
You sleep in discourse
And place your mouth in spite of it
And for only ever more space
I have given it away

A thread of dumb tremulence
Random stems of hawthorn lines blown on an undertone
Exhausted the impression in this
I will never know you at all

For lack of an emotion to match with this I guess

Idiot Symphonies
As I sit in the long grass I
Look out over city streets and
Sunlight warming my body it
Moves me to write these my idiot symphonies

As I stand on concrete pavements
Watching feet of people pass by
I draw breath as these words of dead
Poets fall like corpses from my mouth

Air
(Instrumental)

Bored Of The Stood Life
Places I went to serve to remind you so you don’t have to
Hold yourself upright and speak like you mean that we can’t say much of late
If I find my feet wherever they should be we were meant to lay -

All along the wires that keep you in a stood way
Could it be that bad to let go that, could it be that bad?
I guess the line reminds you but don’t let it define you
Could it be that bad to let go that, could it be that bad?

I can’t stand up for to be stood-out
Yeh I guess it is that’s not much about
We can’t even care to take ourselves out
We can’t even raise our voice to a shout

Bored of the stood life, vertical low life, to say to be right
You dear were made for the ground, the earth or the floor – I’m made for the wall
The ground for my both feet, fog my idea wherever it should be

I miss my strong opinion and I miss the conversation
Could it be that bad to let go that, could it be that bad?
That home is where your heart is or so they say that it is
Could it be that bad to let go that, could it be that bad?