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looking for my sister
all on the maiden way
glass under starlight
ice across the bay

silver roses
worn around her wrist
silver roses
hard to resist

singing songs
to catch many a fisherman by his line
merry she was
below the waves
and in the brine

looking for my sister
upon the moonlit stair
the wild, wild ocean
the waving of her hair

singing songs
to catch many a fisherman by his line
all the songs
the songs that saved my life

silver roses
floating on the Sea
silver roses
for my sister and me.

..........................
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Despite the force of this years fashionable flu, which I am currently enjoying to the maximum  – I was just sorting through an old box of crap and found, uh, this, some old song from way back when which I have just finished off for fun, in between coughs and splutters o’course.
Anyway, it struck me as hilariously apt since what goes around comes around and whaddya know, I’m sat in a blue room in winter staring at the snow (and I’m thinking maybe I’m not the only one, right?). It aint much but nothing and it helps to imagine a kind of drunken folk tune going along with it – damned if I can remember what tune I stole for it originally, but it was done once at least as a parody of the old Ray Charles hit if you know that song. And yes, I have known many fiddlers down the years. In Maida Vale they call them violin players, but bloody Gaiman’s probably blown the whistle on that by now. 
This is about a fiddler - adopts Stephen Fry voice - and therefore not from Maida Vale.

Stay warm now people.


Fiddler’s (make me) Reel

no. 325671a aka it’s fucking cold outside.

Wow, a minute ago I was really cold but you
Sure know how to warm a room
Take away the morning blue

With your long red hair
Your fiddle and its case
Just standing there you’re already
Heating up the place

You got a face that a gambling man enjoys
Your smile is like a spinning coin

Read more... )
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Just like the waves:

we walk the woods
we track the roads
we dash our footprints into stone
dancing like the sunlight
shines for us alone

and we gaze away
in the tender moment
a hopeless sort of magic
so tragic and
theatrical

bring it on oh bring it on
bring it on down
on us

Read more... )

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honey won't you quit looking for your rocking chair
it aint here yet
it aint here

i know you're thinking of a future time
in the late sunshine
when everything will be fine
everything will be fine

we'll be spinning out the years and our memories
just you and me
and our dignity

but babe you better put them hopes on hold
i don't wanna get old
i don't wanna get old

living like a cobweb worn and gray
fading away
kick the bucket one day

no, i don't plan on going out that way
so listen closely honey
to what i have to say

i've got a

Read more... )
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this piece has been frustrating me for aeons as a bit of 'arrows and stars' that fell off and just... lay there.

tonight chalissa inspired the fix and now it's done and here it is.
the last four lines are a quote from an old hymn.
thanks chalissa la muse amuse l'amore :))


The Turning Circle:

dance for me love
he says
in a turning circle

and i'll dance for none but myself
says she

Read more... )
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so full of dreams
embrace me
turn your face from the wind
blowing frozen splinters from the cobbled street

a dynamo can power this whole damn town
and you keep me on my feet
Read more... )

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for the archive:

Jinx & Wytchcroft
Read more... )

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and always she would sweep me
up up up in her wide arms
we can be bats in the belfry
she said
the empress and a knight of charms
Read more... )
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(part two - now and here)

ah

! - waking the storm, waking the storm now 
storm,
who stole that hammer from the thunder giant's hands
ah! - yeah, slipping in between his sleeping fingers
sleeping like the story says Read more... )
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(part one - there and then)

you and me babe

remembering the big back when, back then
and a thousand lives flickering from the rain wet windows
as we ran the length of the city
holding hard the hand of every rusting fire-escape
rolling down the cold iron in a tumbling kiss and away yeah... )
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an old song from the vaults i went digging for as a response to some of your pieces and dialogues about europe, old hollywood and various related things...



Oja Kodar's Song:



Following a trail of hiden clues
Alchemical Magic and Trickery
Laughing hard from the shadows you
Took so long to notice me.

Running round the city
From the sewer to the ferris wheel
There never was a gift horse
That you wouldn't steal.

Singing "take me to the helicopter!"
I watched you disappear
The trial is nearly over
The windmill whispers in my ear
But i don't listen, no...

They say you are a stranger
They say you a spy
They say you are a faker
From the other side of the sky
But i don't listen, no...

In a fallen Spanish castle
Beneath a china moon
When the chimes of midnight roll
I'm gonna put my spell on you...

You know I am a sculptor
I can shape your inner dreams
I can make a man of you
You can make a star of me.

And my touch it is not evil
My heart wears no disgrace
My love is just the mirror
In which you see your face.

And you've lived your life in black and white
Now you're dying for a change
I give the gift of colour
In my arms be born again

Charles Foster Kane.




nv 2000
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(i don't write songs any more - but here's an odd one i just found a version of.

It was part of a sort of concept musical thing way back in the way back in.)




Salesman 


One push but - did I push her - like a pusher 
little pusher let me lay a little truth on you
that’s what I do
that’s what I do, I move 
that’s what I do - coz I’m a salesman


I get the feeling time is falling back on me. 
I get the feeling time is falling back on me.

Trading names the place exchanged our clothes, our selves, our secret 
those we left behind depleted
memory 
just one more empty hotel of the sort that we know so well
sign in love 
so twisted up inside the gut 
the bloody dust 
graffiti
it's all I'm reading lately
when I move
coz I'm tired of the weight of these books

I’m a salesman
tired of the weight upon me

when I go - I’m shaking - when I move
that’s what I do

Honey let me take you from this place
I’ll wipe your eyes 
right off your face
You tried to shine that's always a mistake
there really aint much to choose
between a star and a new pair of shoes

everything is true

that’s what I do
I’m a salesman 

like a pusher - did I push her - like a pusher 
little pusher let me lay a little truth on you
that’s what I do
that’s what I do, I move 
that’s what I do - coz I’m a salesman

I get the feeling time is falling back on me
I get the feeling time is falling back on me

I’m slipping through the cracks of history
when I move
somebody's memory
the scenery – all the figments of the fast machinery
pulling into every hotel I know so well
empty head, twin bed 
twin top - twin engined convertible 

cover up yourself, your cover story feature
dreaming future starlet 
cover up the dust in your eyes
death bed capitulations, wind blown my aspirations
table top conversations
taking it down 
from town to town
I’m shaking
circling round down town to town
I take it with me when I go
wind blown round down town to town when I move

that’s what I do

I take it with me
when I move

the scenery

coz I’m a salesman

I get the feeling time is falling back on me.

 

nv / 94


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Not on this Trip
:

How does it feel to have love?
(Everybody wants to know if I've given enough...)
How can you tell if the letters you spell
Are coming from the heavens above?

Not on this Trip anybody
Not on this Trip anyone

Do you remember the good times? (what's it to you?)
Do you remember the bad times ?  (come on and ask me something new!)
Do you recall anything at all
Do you still dream
Of being in the Beatles?

Not on this Trip anybody
Not on ths Trip anyhow

What are you doing in my kitchen?
Let's cook something up right now!
We could make the papers in the morning...
Very Alice in Wonderland - wow.

Not on this Trip anybody
Not on this Trip anyhow.

(i sat belonely by a tree humbled by remote control*.)

Lennon/Wytch

*John-Bot ad-libbed that himself!
the lyrics are 70/30 to johnbot.


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