1.Sickness Divine
Wasting time,
Aimlessly I roam
Without you girl
By my side
Klaxons wail
Tunnel street echo
Their serenade
Sickness divine
Daylight dies
A Ferris wheel turns
Waves split the bay
Like a knife
In my mind
Charity I hold
You through the days
Sickness divine
Charity its cold
Hold me tight
Charity its cold
Without you girl
Sickness divine
2.The Soul Driver
The rain was fresh on the streets
The camber on the road
Hissed beneath
The soft caressing seat
Sucked me back
The town arose above me
Through the tunnel
Like a dream
But nobody sees
Overland in a car
But nobody sees
The Soul Driver
A young man and his bride
Are laughing in a room
As I glide
Under a sheet hung balcony
I look back
Cafes courtyards bakeries
Slide forever
Behind me
But nobody sees
Overland in a car that sails
But nobody sees
The Soul Driver
And as my thick hissing wheels
Hit the open road
With a squeal
The soft caress of the seat
Sucked me back
3.Dialogue
Doves circuit the sky
In the room where I woke
I heard them fly
Like a rush of blood
Into the endless blue
Reflected light
Trembles on the wall
Where Hannah lies
I thought of you
And all the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
Out into the blue
All the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
She thought of time
Saw herself by the lake
The house behind
Ringing with a tune
Of glass and chandeliers
Her loneliness grew
The evening brushed
Through her auburn hair
4.Sunrise
The flood plain is still
With our wearinessm the days end
Back to the wooded hill
Our leaning shadows lengthen
And though our bodies rest
Our minds still reach up through the leaves
For the purple Pershore plums
Thread smooth ladders through the trees
The sun sets on the vans
As the abbey bells peel
Through the radio hum
Over the silted fields
It splinters through the crates
And seeps through the churns
Over Mick Preece washing
Its gilt ray turns
All for a second to gold
Water like a scar snakes his ribs
And glints and drips
Into the swilling bowl
The sun sets in Georgia's eyes
The sun sets and the wasp hum dies
The sun sets in Georgia's eyes
Naked to the waist
Tight plum stuck skin
On my arms around her
In my wasp numb touch
As the flood plain floods over us
In the green darkness on the grass smell
And her river scented dress
And the TV's flicker grey
And they flicker blue
And there is nothing on the flood plain
A child's voice sings with the sunrise
Its boy-voice high and thin
As still as the morning reeds
The sun rises with the babies' heads
To the mother breast
5.Wooden Leg
This arc sun burns
His back brown
High road heat
Outside this town
This arc sun burns
Flecked with dew
As he stoops and opens the traps
He looks up into
His darkened room
Long live the weeds
Pitted hoof tracks
Long live the weeds
His darkened room
His box of birds
Weighs him down
As he walks
Far from this town
His box of birds
Shrills and flutes
As he climbs
The straw withered slopes
He looks up into
The harvest moon
Long live the weeds
Brushing his wooden leg
Long live the weeds
This harvest moon
6.The Dutchman
With the grace of God
And the gift of peace
The strain of timbers
Beneath my feet
Beneath my feet
As I sail alone
These uncharted seas
One woman's love
Could set me free
Could set me free
A score of years
My hellish home
Aboard this ship
That dies of shame
No helmsman holds
The port of souls
Of life and death
To me denied
In the pallid night
With no start to guide
The trades of hope
Raged in my mind
In the hallowed land
Of my fever dreams
Your fathom passion
Releases me
Releases me
7.The Flatlands
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
She knew in time that
She would look up and see him
Behind the elms
The snow clouds were gathering
Into the winter
Her voice would sing
She would stand and face the wind
Over the flatlands came its tenor roar
Its legion force
And she would sing
Beneath the pylons
In lace white fields
We cut the violets
That came like phantom spring
Dress billowing
Down the path into the wind
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
Out of the silence
She raked the leaves
I stood beside her
Beneath the giant trees
I thought I saw
A figure wading through the corn
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
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