1. |
On The Chalk Face
03:04
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We walked
Along the length
Of Dover’s chalk face
Where lovers pick up flints
And carve their names
With little grace
And the rain will fall
And the wind will blow
And the waves
Will take away
And the light will fade
And the night will shade
And even the cliffs themselves
Will be gone one day
Mark u luv Sue
Way back in ‘82
Zoe + Shawn u woz ‘ere
In 1991
Emma & Lee u were meant 2B
4-ever 2-gether
We stopped and wrote
Graffiti of our own
Upon the chalk face
A love among
These other loves
From ours and other times
And how we wished
That this love of ours
Would last as long as us…
And we wrote that wish
Upon the chalk face
So how did you do, Mark?
Did you keep hold
Of your Sue?
Zoe and Shawn
Are you still going strong
Since 1991?
Emma and Lee
were you really meant to be
4-ever 2-gether?
Or was it just you and me
Who had to grieve?
Love’s crumbling into the sea
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2. |
Looking For Daddy-O
02:27
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A soft swirl of carbon:
Your body was sent -
Across a wet field
By a valley in Kent
We each lay our flowers
And the priest says a prayer
Oh but we never knew you,
Daddy-o
Only cancer
Got through to you,
Daddy-o
No time did you give us
Nor home did you grace
No love did you cherish
Nor care to embrace
No pleasure to stay
And no bother to know
Still I’ll always be looking
For my Daddy-o
Oh Daddy-o…
The side of the wine glass
Saw more of your face
Your Rothmans and lighter
Held more precious place
And this cigarette I smoke
To the four winds it blows –
My habit, my homage to you,
Daddy-o
Oh Daddy-o…
Ashes to ashes -
That’s how we go
Must I always be looking
for my Daddy-o?
Must I always have to suffer
for you, Daddy-o
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3. |
Dovercourt
02:48
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I arrived two hours early
But it was too late for you.
I strode along the beach
At Dovercourt
My heels sinking
In the wet sand and shingle
The wind was so strong
That the gulls seemed
to float on the air
Without flapping their wings
And across-channel ferry
Sat on the horizon
Then was suddenly gone
Five years when I saw you
Now a man
With his tie inside out
Hurries towards an empty pew
And the ushers are
Laying out the flowers
That your friends
Had brought for you
And taking up the messages
And scraping the tack
That was stuck
To the lid of your coffin
Oh My heels were sinking
In the wet sand and shingle
My visit was
regrettably overdue
But you would have laughed -
I made it in such good time
To bury you
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Such little deaths
Only little minds perceive
Only little minds lament
Only little tears to grieve
The loss of
Such small things
Little hands
Make little holes
A pebbled circle to enfold
Oh hold me in your arms
A home-made cross-
A drooping posy-
A borrowed prayer
Whispered so solemnly
We live and time goes by
We live and time goes by
And I am just a child
Crying for her mother
And if you get through it
You must go on and on
Surviving
The untimely death
Of guinea pigs
The loss of many things
Oh hold me in your arms
In your arms
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5. |
Green Eyes
03:47
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Come in disguise, green eyes
Under a red, brimmed hat
Steal into class and sit beside me
I am your greatest admirer
And secret imitator
One day
We’ll pick out gloves together
On rainy weekend matinees
You know you really made my day
Black and white and shades of grey
But I feel I know you,
Green eyes
Know your eyes are green,
Green eyes
And your hat is red
I’ll rest my weary head
And while they read
Your sequined shoes
Will dance
Across the table top
And I will listen
For the sound of footsteps
In a distant room
And warn you when
Those mercenaries come –
Keep my thinking cap on
Keep my eyes on yours
On rainy weekend matinees
You know you really
Made my day
Black and white
And shades of grey
Yet I feel I know you,
Green eyes
Know your eyes are green,
Green eyes
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6. |
Strange Woman
03:23
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I am a strange woman
I am a strange woman
You can blame it on
Another man
I love you
I love you
But I
Am a strange woman
You can blame it on
Another man
Perhaps
I’m like a man
Maybe I’m
A strange woman
But if I’m
Looking for ways
To spend my passion
You can blame it on
Another man
I want to burn
While I am young
Oh I want to burn
While I am young
I want to do it all
Till youth is gone
I want to do it all
Till youth is done
I am a strange woman
I am a strange woman
I am a strange woman
You can blame it on
Another man
Yes, you can
Blame it on
Another man
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7. |
Pillow Poem
04:12
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I dreamed of you
Last night
I die
When I awake
You speak to me
From across a lake
I touch the water
With my fingers
There is no wind
No sound
And I write
This poem
To my pillow
Only in dreams
Do you love I
I write this poem
To my pillow
And everyday
Is a dying night
Because there’s
No such thing
As you and I
Just the mist
On the lake
You are as real
As I am
You are as real
As my hand
And I catch
The ripples
That you send
Across the surface
Of the lake
And this thought
Wakes me
This thought
Closes my eyes
No one could love you
As much as I
(chorus)
Just the mist
On the lake
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8. |
The Flood (A Dream)
03:18
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Oh half remembered house
Your roof is leaking
Ceilings bulging
Under their watery load
The walls
Are black with damp
I try
To wipe them clean
Down to the traces of
Drips and drops and
Drips and …
The flood has come
There’s nothing can be done
Oh half-built house
All your windows
Are glassless
The stairs lost to water
The stairs lost to water
Nothing in my home,
But steel buckets and sandbags
Still the water’s coming in
(Chorus)….
But fill my shoes with sand
And walk in sand-filled shoes
Across the flood…
Across the flood…
To walk in sand-filled shoes
Across the flood…
There must be
Some life of earth that is
Worth my time of day
I’m coming to find you
Won’t you take my blues away?
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9. |
Submariners
04:09
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Remembering home,
Where high
On the landing walls
My father hung watercolours
of propeller planes
Here I keep a picture of
A mountain in winter
I wrap my hands around my eyes,
Masking out its borders:
Thinking of wind-blown pines
As I sniff the damp paper.
(chorus)
Oh I am a submariner
A submariner
Breathe..
Dive….
We plumb the unmapped waters
For clues to relay
Moving like the whales
Far beneath the waves
Watch particles drift outside
Envying the Krill
As they commute and multiply.
(chorus)
Breathing with our voices
Pushing through the darkness
Hearing only the engine,
The pounding,
The silence,
The still,
Oh we are barely here –
Alone with our thoughts
(chorus)
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10. |
Feeding Fish
02:54
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A woman drowned herself today
In the lock’s foaming mouth
She was going to feed the fish,
She said
To break down into bits
For the fish to feed on
For what purpose is my life?
What room on earth?
And so she fell into the water
Yes, she fell into the water
And some people
Tried to save her
But she’d already
Made her mind
Oh where does the water flow?
Where does the water go?
Well I looked at myself
In the troubled water
No fish lived there
And no woman drowned
It’s just a story I made
To pass the time
But I can neither live, nor drown
Oh I can neither live, nor drown
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As I stood by a lake in Wales
I looked up and saw
A path through a hedgerow
That crested a hill
And it looked like
That little white scar
That ran across your eyebrow,
Caroline
It reminded me of you
After all this time
And I wondered
What the years
Had done to you
I hope that
You feel better
After all
That you’ve been through
And I hope you found
A better man
Than the one
You had before
And the unkind things
Your mother said
Don’t hurt you anymore
It seems so near
And so long ago
We cut off
All of our hair
In the hot summertime
Smoking roll-ups
In your kitchen
Nursing cards and coffee
Oh Caroline, the time
The time is far behind
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12. |
Low At Any Height
03:28
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Oh angel,
On the palace crest
Fling
Your stony wreath
And bless
London’s north
Beneath your gaze
All I see is
A town of strangers
Under grey sky and slate
Low, like me
Oh angel
Only your wings
Take flight
Oh I’m low at any height…
Oh angel
On the palace crest
Fling your stony wreath
And bless
London’s north
Beneath your gaze
All I see
Is where it rains from here
And it’s raining
Raining everywhere
And though I staggered up
To see this sight,
I’m still low at any height
If I dived down this hill
Would you snatch me
From the cloud?
Save this soul from ache?
Oh I’m low at any height…
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Miodes London, UK
London-based songwriter on the fringes of experimental folk, pop and electronica!
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