Lyrics

Tidal Romance
Lost in the flavour down hyacinth way
Faded vermilion, a twilight soufflé
Oblique charisma, confetti day
Avuncular fencepost, Edwardian grey

Now and then, like treasure spread across my table
Leaves of gold, from the page of ancient fable

And tidal romances surprise me
The touch of your hand oh so lightly
The shape of the night not so frightening
We say that we won’t pretend
We swear that we’ll make amends
And vestals in silvery grey
Hold candles whose light never sways

Tangent of plenty, template inlaid
Bashful exuberance, an artless charade
Wrenching suffusion through cobaltic panes
Restful exclaim in ambrosial frames

The First Thing I Saw
A rendezvous in a seedy bar
Seals the fate of a falling star
The madman said you’re gonna go too far
We’ll all end up in the land of lala
But we’re still here
We’re still here

A tragedy in a limousine
A naked man and a gaberdine
It’s a cliche but the streets are mean
I think it’s time for a change of scene
We’re moving along
We’re moving along

I put my faith in the first thing I saw
But I was left bleeding, broken and raw
And what do I survey
The wreck of those who say
Life’s not fair

The certainty is gone
The adage was proved wrong
And do we care that everything is fair
In love and war

From day to day we wander
The ragged and the whole
‘Til each and every story’s told

From day to day we wander
The ragged and the whole
‘Til each and every story’s told

Red Placard
Red placard on a white stained wall
Nouveau porn in a chai tea hall
Frightened tree in a city park
Solar flare was a false alarm

I found some space, and so I filled it in
I was hearing silence so I made a din

All that we’re taken by
All that we want and why
Scenes of uncertainty
Are disguising reality
Is this how it has to be
Or maybe our fascination
With allures diaphanous
Will dim like an alabaster statue in the rain
And we’ll salute the view with folded hands of slate
With folded hands

Holy day in a parking lot
Found myself, I’m only a dot
Launched a vibe from a golden bridge
Concubine on a northern ridge

In The Vestibule
In the vestibule of fate
I check my hat and coat, and smile politely;
The corridor conveys
A sense of quiet, and staid anticipation;
Then the concierge appears,
And directs me to a room that says come right in;
Sorry for the wait –
Says the man who booked my ticket past the future.

As a second ticks by forever,
I’m looking back over my shoulder,
And the face that I see in the mirror,
Looks like me, but when I was older.

As I amble through this world,
I never fix my mind upon the outcome;
Walking to a bridge,
The path beneath my feet is concentrated;
Precious is the place
Between my thoughts so myriad arising;
Simple is the state,
And secret paths will always end in silence.

******

As a second ticks by sedately,
The face disappears in a fleeting,
And brightly I see there reflected,
A mirrored refrain of forever.
A second ticks by forever.

Love Redesigned
Shape up to swim
In the crescent of a speckled bay at noon
Change coming through
The flight of a seeker takes an easterly turn

The sable wind flings a ricochet across
A stillborn sky, a stiletto day
Like a feckless crowd in a shopping mall
We’re customers of the mental whirl

When your safe place is under siege
Who do you call
Who do you call

In the peak of hyphenated traffic
You start to swirl
When your safe place is under siege
Who do you call
Feel it inside ’cause there’s nowhere to hide

Oh and I know nothing at all
And I know that I know
Oh and I know nothing at all
And I know that know

Oh and I’m told that it’s worlds away
But it seems to me it’s right here today

Wait in the shade
When the streetcar comes you can feel your desire
Love by design
In a sandstone cafe with a red flowering vine

Wait
Wait
Oh and I’m told that it’s worlds away
But it seems to me it’s right here today

(Feel it inside ’cause there’s nowhere to hide)