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Lost Memoirs
06:12
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don’t rush for the finish line
it’s just a wire that will cut you in two
one door closes another burns
if you want freedom grow some wings
I stood on the corner of the street
blood red skies were hanging over me
jaws were full of burning cotton fields
stay in control all your life
until you have no shadow left at all
wait on the corner of your world look for a sign
like a three legged dog
with its head out the window of a car
ragged tunes ascend from demon town
the empty bar stool does not lie
foxes dance on the brow of distant hills
while a chain gang of sparrows guard your windowsill
daughter of the vanished lands
my disinherited son
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Space Invader
03:04
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There’s a seagull staring in my window
The sun is wearing x ray glasses
I am not a criminal or a prophet
I am just learning how to steer my body
Between the bodies inside my body
And there is a ghost who lives under the stairs
I call her hedgwidge and that is now her name
Sometimes we sit and watch documentaries about obscure subjects
But then again I’ll have to go and do the shopping
Two bags of rice is all that you need to be an artist
To be an artist oh what a silly path to follow
You could be an accountant or a killer or a zombie
What a zombie you are to me
I saw a chaffinch singing by the stream
It was not a broken wheel
It was a space invader
A song is a stained glass window catching the sun on its wing
Little captain of the mossy branches
Cloud shadows fall on your meadow like tarot cards being turned over
Near the rushes there is a silver lake bending like lovers
Pressed between the pages of a book that’s fallen behind the sunset
Your bramble throated trilled song is a blessing
A strand of silk in the dawn
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Magic Feathers
02:00
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(Instrumental)
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Lindisfarne Song
03:16
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I met a ragged man and a raven woman
On the shores of Lindisfarne
He had red and green with a feather
She had a purple gown with a silver band
The sun was setting low
And the tide was a turning wheel
They passed without a word
And they vanished like a song
That ragged man and the raven woman
The land and sea they were
And the harvest was stacked high
A ship sailed through the mist
And the moon said all is one
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Builders Of Joy
03:24
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The builders of joy are the children of sorrow
The builders of joy are the children of sorrow
Far down the valley they are ringing the bell
And up on the hill a blackbird is singing
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The Lost Library Years
01:15
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(Instrumental recording / Burnt Paw communicating with a piano underneath a library that no longer exists except in this fragment)
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Walt’s Ghost
05:19
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Walt’s Ghost
Last night I saw Walt Whitman’s ghost with his head in a sling
Tending to runaway soldiers with bullet hole eyes
I asked him how do you know which side these horses were on?
He pointed up to the north star and was gone
I woke and I found myself standing on London Bridge
A ragged moon rose like a cracked bottle thrown in the Thames
I jumped in a taxi and said take me to William Blake
And the driver said you must be crazy in traffic like this
So I threw all my notebooks of gold on the purple fire
And cast all my poems and paintings on the emerald sea
Until Walt Whitman’s ghost re-appeared at my bedroom door
He said I can see son you’re starting to get the hang of this job
Lovers will visit at dawn with pearls in their eyes
Voices will haunt you at night from the telegraph wires
Wolves will be guarding the path that lead to the well
Starlings will diamond the sky with their beaks in a sling
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Welcome the maggot headed emperor sun
We have vowed to uphold your beauty
Welcome the maggot headed emperor sun
Festering in our dream time fields
The wind is a rusty pair of scissors
Hacking at the poems I’ll never finish
The night rattles like a tea cup
There a hole in my jacket
There’s a knife in my heart
I asked you to put it there
And you did you did
The pyramids are very impressive
But so is the removal van
When it’s all over and you are facing
The maggot headed emperor sun
The trees are twisted coat hangers
Pretending to be longships
They set themselves on fire in order to get noticed
The swans look very much like swans
When they swim in the lake that looks like a lake
Time is the ship on our shoulders
Gondoliers of sorrow are bringing the harp of desire to your door
O maggot headed emperor sun
We have vowed to uphold your beauty
I vow a solemn vow from now to the end
Let the only employment be
Joy
Joy
Joy
Joy
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Midtown Midlife Crisis
04:14
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(Instrumental)
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Stretched out in the sky
Time unfolding like the first star
In search of the elementals we go
Stretched out in the sky
Riders
Fearlessly into the void
Riders
Time unfolding like the first star
Faster than the sky
In search of the elementals we go
A glimpse of chariot wheels
Riders
Time unfolding like the first star
The wind rises
And falls
Rises
And falls
Rises
And falls
And calls
Riders
High above the trees
In search of the elemental we go
Fearless into the void
A glimpse of chariot wheels
Riders
Time unfolding like the first star
Stretched out in the sky
High above the trees
High above the mountains
There are no
Temples
Temples
Time unfolding like the first star
Stretched out in the sky
In search of the elementals
In search of the elementals
Time is unfolding like the first star
Faster than the sky
High above the trees
High above the mountains
There are no temples
Temples
The wind rises and falls
In search of the elementals
Riders
Riders
A glimpse of chariot wheels
High above the estuary
High above the trees
High above the mountains
There are no temples
The wind rises and falls
Rises and falls
Rises falls
Rises falls
……..
(Continues)
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Burnt Paw Edinburgh, UK
Musician & artist levitating near Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh
Naked in the Dreaming
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