1.Red Valentino
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
Beyond the streets
Where my eyes cannot reach
I follow you
Past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
You bend and sway
Through mirror-hall wheel-arches
Down the chrome parades
You know the truth
Of the errant night
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
The velvet dark soft beating of your heart
I follow you
Through the shameless night
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
In my solemn head
I chase the paradise, I see the trains
And wonder where they go
And from where they came
I see them come and I see them go
But the light still flashes
Red Valentino
I see you in your shark suit
With your high collar high
Switchblade paradise
And all I feel are the veils of rain on my face
Switchblade paradise
And the veils of rain on my face
I follow you
Past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino
2.The Fruit Room
The jasmine grows
In through the walls
Into the fruit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn
The mellow rhyme
Of slow rain falls
Before the summer storms
Sweel round the fruit room
And buckle the pip scattered floor
And the breeze from the west utters
The jasmine grows
Slowly uncoils
Into the summer storms
Baskets and blades
Hang from the walls
Around the fruit room
A shipwreck in an ocean of corn
The jasmine grows
In through the walls
Into the fuit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn
And the breeze from the west utters
3.Men Of Absolute
Oh men of absolute no more
The angel's taken back your golden wings
Oh men of absolute no more
The flag will shroud the past for you
Oh men of absolute no more
Time has come to break and fly
Oh men the drum it beats no more
And down the wild track your sweetheart sings
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Your children lie in wait for you
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh men of absolute no more
4.Blind Opera
My dead lords... my dead lords
Your strange ringed fingers turn
Turned to knots of scented wood
From your arms
That held our secrets fell the fruit
My dead lords
You hold the past
And I confess the uneasiness
of my love for you my lords
My anger gives me strength my lords
You loved and listened to the lovers
But we have stopped listening to you
We have stopped listening to you my lords
We've paralysed... the pain
And the wind in your bare ribs
Uttered still the tunes of lovers
In the geese vee'd sky
My dead lords
I confess an uneasiness in my love for you
Confusion in my passion
Were you the song of September
That charmed the fieldfares？
When your rotten skin grew hard
It fed your minion crows
My black shining brothers
My dead lords
Oh my dead lords
I confess...
...I confess
My anger gives me strength my lords
I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin
My uneasiness it grows
Mut you my Morton lords
Live on in my anger
Like the sun
5.The Dust Sailor
I am the dust sailor
Drifting deep on the southern breeze
I smell the cold
Welsh sinking sea
Float down through the mirage heat
Of the south with me
I comb my way down beaches
To the jetsome dry towns
In the grease dens
Through the reefer haze you call
With the smoke that pirouettes
Down the harbour streets
To the dust track dawn
I am the dust sailor
Drifting down through the south to you
I wander through
The shuttered rooms
Down every ravine street
Of the south for you
I sail the singing silence
Of the desert simoons
I cannot hold you
In my mermaid painted arms
You are the smell of oranges
And distant bells
In the dust track morn
I am the dust sailor
Lying deep in the mirage view
I sleep with you
I wake with you
Down neath the golden skull
Of the southern moon
I see a day that stretches
Like a secret... unknown
From the bulls blood
Of the hot afternoon sand
To the cockerels crowing us
From hig blue dreams
To the dust track dawn
6.The Woodcutter
He tried to say
That she meant nothing at all
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
She rides the waves
That whisper up the shores
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary... estuary
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmed
The dream glossed estuary... estuary
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves
With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves
7.River Of Flame
River of flame
River of flame
The lightening is his slave
River of flame
Cinders like rain
The brightness lights the way
Prints in the snow above
Glowing a deep sleep comes
River of flame
Never the same
The fire curles in waves
Makes music sweet as love
Roof-top to steam street heard
8.Mermen Of The Lea
An owl hoots
The moon searches from the sky
Pierced with its sister stars
And the mermen of the lea
Sing their silken song to me
Curling down the dark wind in green lane
Calling me back
To the blissed black lonely field seas
Oh let me swim with you this night alone
The mermen of the lea
Oh sing your silken song to me
Far from the lantern swaying
Summer dusk, your seaweed breath
Screams brine out of the bay
Your reaching arms and eyes
Caress and leave the sleeping
Like horses leap the narrow thistled fields
Oh mermen of the lea
Sing your silken song to me
As your far off seas careen the ships
Oh mermen of the lea
Curling the black winds through the trees
9.Jacob Fleet
My name is Jacob Fleet
I feel the solid world
Revolve beneath my feet
I stride over plains
Through the copse
And through the glade
I pace through the day
And a voice tells me
'Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade'
I scale the steeple streets
All empty but for song
Wood-smoke and Sabbath meat
I pace down the lanes
If I stop my shadow fades
I walk and I pray
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to hum
'Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade'
My name is Jacob Fleet
I walk the golden mist
Of Alabaster Street
My scant figure strays
Through the lost
Withe lilac lanes
Where heavens angels prey
But I will not stop or stay
I rage into the day
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to hum
'Never stop, never stay
Don't let your shadow fade'
I saw a girl standing by a pail
I heard the tell-tale wind
In the windmill sails
through the reefer haze you call
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