If you ever want to love me
I just want you to know
That there is a hole in my heart

When my dad died I didn’t go to the funeral
It wasn’t the pandemic
It was the hole

My younger sister organised everything
I did nothing
When I went back my other sister
Showed me where the grave was
I said God Bless him, and off he went

I went back another time to the grave but I couldn’t find it

If you ever want to love me
I just want you to know
That there is a hole in my heart

And it worries me
How deathly it is
How in control it is

I liked the way she rode the waves
They were waves on different seas
Places I’ve never been

And I could tell she was expert
The way she pushed and pulled
And the way watching her
Made it seem easy

I want to see her again
And to show her
The waves around here

She looked me straight in the eye
When we said goodbye
She said come out little boy
From wherever it is you hide

This world is a wide place
With many magical things
Guitar players from the time of Abraham
And waves
Waves
Waves

Ambition
You’re all I have

Mum’s sick on the phone
It’s warm here
Over there it’s cold

My wife and two kids
Are yet to come home

That middle man
To help execute my plan
Has yet to shake my hand

My sister’s kids are running
On new land
Dad’s gone
And I’m a man

All of a sudden
Out of my hands

Ambition
You’re my compass in this life
And if I didn’t have so much
Death wouldn’t be an obstacle

May no part of me die in the shadows
May no part of me go out quietly

I’m singing and each note is a victory
The flame I’ve been given is burning bright

Ambition
You’re all I have

There’s fluid in Daniel’s chest
He wheezes and coughs
All day
But it doesn’t stop him
He said
You don’t have to have religion to have faith

I went to the Easter mass
And I had to leave
Those people were crazy

Mubi was saying some men
Pray 3 4 5 times a day, even more
That would leave out time to help around the house
That’s pretty much the same as a Catholic’s alcohol addiction

Who is religion for?

For the adolescent males?
Grabbing the fattest part of the wheel
To keep steering us down the drainpipe?
They got me too

Where is love?
Where is empathy?
Babies
Family
Community
Friendship
Self-love

Like what the ****?

We are on a rolling ball in the middle of no-where?
Really.
Have you stopped and looked?

You don’t need religion to have faith.
That’s right

I have faith in my life
That it will go towards something right
That I represent that fight
As all life does
I’m part of it
And thank you for it
Thankyou for all of it
Thankyou

I have no brothers
Only sisters

My blood is made up of cowboys and addicts in part
And strong men
And fierce women

For the most part, we are winners

But like I said,
I have no brothers
Only sisters

I’ve made brothers along the way though
Each of them a dark force
Shaping me like a stone

I’ve looked into my own darkness thru them
Seen the light

I’m not the biggest
The toughest
Or the smartest
But there is one quality unique to me
And that is bravery

Sometimes my brothers howl like the wind
Or rattle chains of lies and deception
Filling me with a rage enough to blacken the sun

But my bravery has remained

Few men have it, few people have it

In the future, I’ll take on many more shapes
Places, peoples and race
Because I am brave

Because I am king

It was something a friend said
A passing idea that you could give yourself to
There were waves of change
So I go up early in the morning, like a kite off the floor

They were putting waves in boxes
In other parts of the world
But I could be only here
Living my life

As if this were the only time this has ever happened
We lifted our eyes and raised our hands
And tried to feel for the spaceship of revolution
Battling every kind of crippling resistance

I’ve never been here before
Same here I replied
The first few words of truth spoken in years

I could still break like a stick every day
But I wanted to make it true, and I could
To shake myself up like a cocktail
Of Kings and Queens and everyone in between
Of Beggars and Dregs
Of Blue Skies and White Streaked Fuselage

There's Something in the Air

I always start with a crash
A boom
A gong of doom
And so it was
On April’s
Pink Moon