The man in 119 takes his tea all alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I’m hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
and then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a lover’s fate sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I’d have just about learned the entire score to Aida.

Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago

Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.

Speak to me, don’t mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling;
there’s no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.

Let me have a look inside these eyes while I’m learning.
Please don’t hide them just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a “There, there, now stop your turning and tossing.”
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.

Spare me? Don’t spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There’s more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I’m offering if you trouble me
Trust is what I’m offering if you trouble me

Tell me what’s gone wrong.
I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on — dry as paper.
Call the neighbors.
Who’s to blame for what’s going on?
In the dark without a clue I’m just the same as you.

O, they tell us there’s poison in the well,
that someone’s been a bit untidy and there’s been a small spill.
Not a lot, no, just a drop.
But there you are mistaken, you know you are.
I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on.

O, they tell us there’s poison in the well,
that someone’s been a bit untidy and there’s been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someone’s been a bit untidy, they’ll have it cleaned up in a week.
But the week is over and now it’s grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there’s nothing to fear here.
But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children.

Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard?

O, don’t tell us there’s poison in the well,
that someone’s been a bit untidy, that there’s been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someone’s been a bit untidy, they’ll have it cleaned up in a week
Someone’s been a bit untidy, they’ll have it cleaned up in a week

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can’t leave?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?

A dullard strung on the wire.
When the master’s gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.

How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin?

A dullard strung on the wire.
When the master’s gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.

Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head?

Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins
all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way
all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way

O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue.
Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed.
Now I know lightning strikes again.
It struck me once, then struck me dead.
My folly grows inside of me.
I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.

Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf.
All the good king’s men with all their help struggled ’til the end for a shell they couldn’t mend.
You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me.
I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.

When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world.
Strong in some respects, but she couldn’t stand for the way he begged and gave in.
Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead.
Risk the game by taking dares with “yes”.
Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.

Walk for two? I’m stumbling.
Breathe for two? I can’t breathe.
Five months , how it grows.
Five months now, I begin to show
Five months now, I begin to show

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere.
Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you’ll never, you’ll never know.

The summer fields grow high.
We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from my hair.
Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as bold as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you’ll never, you’ll never know.
You’ll never know.

Violet serene like none I have set apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need.
You’ll never, you’ll never know.
You’ll never know.

That summer fields grow high.
We had wildflower fever.
We had to lay down where they grow.

How I’ve learned to hide, how I’ve locked inside, you’d be surprised if shown.
But you’ll never, you’ll never know
But you’ll never, you’ll never know

If lust and hate is the candy,
if blood and love tastes so sweet,
then we give ‘em what they want.
Hey, hey, give ‘em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy ‘cos they wanna turn it on,
so their minds are soft and lazy.
Well, hey, give ‘em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,
if blood and love tastes so sweet,
then we give ‘em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy ‘cos they wanna turn it on,
so their minds are soft and lazy.
Well… who do you wanna blame?

Hey, hey, give ‘em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,
if blood and love tastes so sweet,
then we give ‘em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy ‘cos they wanna turn it on,
so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well… who do you wanna blame?
Well… who do you wanna blame?

These are the days you’ll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it, you’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky.
It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are the days you’ll remember.
When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
You’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky.
It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days.

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face.
And when you do you’ll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
It’s true, you’ll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking to you, to you
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking to you, to you

Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t hurt you now,
Can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt , baby ,when I’m alone
Love is a ring, a telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t hurt you now,
Can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turns and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it’s time to heal to feel
So take me now, take me now, take me now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
And everybody says
It belongs to us
It belongs to us

Steep is the water tower
painted off blue to match the sky

can’t ignore the train

night walks in the valley silent
you could swear the earth just moved

can’t ignore the train

dust to be kicked up
in the crack faced
idle sinister town
screen door to the rail station
devil in her shoe

ran along side the wasted tracks
hem pins darted her calves

can’t ignore the train

one spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
some how wedged inside her throat

can’t ignore the train

patience their virtue
but I never could abide by that
dungeon life with electric light
a clean towel and a basin
mantle figures mind their place
laughs where they belong

through adventure we are not adventuresome

rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
in a room so beige and cold

can’t ignore the train

window days saw the children pick their
street games on thirty afternoons

Molly the boys are
starting in the rhymic again
teasing more and more….

the second daughter
how she fell
young locked in Some Folk’s Prison
made to dwell
til they’re braiding
her grey hair

sitting in the wishing chair
sitting in the wishing chair
sitting in the wishing chair
sitting in the wishing chair