Nil

There’s no fight, there is no war
we give up and we go home,
we don’t scream, we do not cry
it is so late, why even try?

Dust’s a carpet on the floor
our shoes do walk no more,
and the mirrors won’t reflect
any thought we’ve never had…

Rain’s still filling up our rives
sailing boats down to the sea,
there’s an island without trees
used to shovel up our dreams…

There’s no struggle, no debate
tore down this wall we’ve made,
we do not speak, see to the south
there is light but it’s not ours…

Sunday’s 5

1. SYML – Mr Sandman (Live from The Record Parlour)


2. The Moth & The Flame – Young & Unafraid


3. Kate Wolf – The Wind Blows Wild


4. John Moreland – Heart’s Too Heavy


5. Uncle Lucius – Keep The Wolves Away

The crossing

I cannot walk for I have lost my feet
rain is pouring washing my last words
I need a big fire to bring a little light
in this valley in the middle of the night,
I still got the guns but forgot how to use
the powder is wet and my will in rust
tonight the stars won’t show direction
I need a friend in whom to put my trust
and Steve lies on a floor many stories ago
where my dreams rest behind shut doors,
and the night is getting even darker
I try to shout but my lungs won’t listen
falling faster and deeper than ever before
relapsing on drugs to blind me from truth
I won’t believe nor listen to the signs
for it hurts too much finding out
this world of shadows is of human design…

I need to open my eyes and look further
hook my fingers in dirt and start climbing
use my bruises to feel and heal stronger,
to start writing when words won’t come out
and find a friend that may cross mountains…

Glue

Capture

How do you sleep at night knowing it’s a lie?
alley cats are blue but her eyes are green with glue
born red she’s turned black, a hooker for the screen
one, two, three… rising stars never got you very far
the music on vinyl made her swing, made her thrill
she came dressed in leafs like the late autumn bliss
yet she does nothing of the things she speaks…