May 1, 2020

Beelines and Relics, that's what I'll make.
The Devil makes use of idle hands...

Two days ago, this corona virus thing, looked like a good relaxing world reprieve. A much needed slowing down.
But just like the construction builders who have worked throughout, that come in for coffee in the mornings, I wouldn't just relax and let it all slide.

I was on the phone to my mother the other month. "It's *******," I said. "When have they ever cared so much?"
And in Tesco the other day, a growing disbelief, a cynicism. "They can just mark in a car accident as a corona death," I overheard a guy saying to the clerk. "It's true," I chirped in.

Walking along the street today, masks everywhere. Signs up, billboards, ATM machines, corona virus this, corona virus that. Social distancing. NHS heroes.

I think now we are heading into a new form of control. Biological control. I was talking to Stef the other month, and he had the notion that in the future, people would need to have the appropriate vaccinations before they could get on a plane. Totally forseeable.

We, the human populace, the animal, biological component. Easily docile, easily, easily controlled.

The big guns may hit us yet.

I can go anywhere
When Nancy is walking with me
I can walk thru any door
And my eyes don’t look at the floor

When we are dancing
Perfect beelines in the sunlight
We travel far
We travel time



She came from the sea of songs
And all the letters, that were birds with feathers
I was astonished
At how long they had been going


She walked barefoot on the beach
Before it got dark
And it never did
All these things she tells me with her heart




I can go anywhere
When Nancy is walking with me
I can walk thru any door
And my eyes don’t look at the floor

When we are dancing
Perfect beelines in the sunlight
We travel far
We travel time






She took my hand and said let’s go
All the smoke and mirrors
All my doubt
It disappeared

I said Nancy
Don’t be away from me
I’m no good when you’re not around

I played my guitar
My body lifted off the ground
And all these things I said to her with my heart

Everyone’s inside tonight
These chords make me remember that sad song

That fills me with longing


Reality set his mark
But I crossed the line


Don’t get me wrong
When I sing of a love
That always will be
And always was



We’ve gone looking
Our minds filling the empty streets

I was walking in the warm night
In a heavy dream


Reality set his mark
But I crossed the line

Don’t get me wrong
When I sing of a love
That always will be
And always was





Where will we go?
When there is nothing to give to?
No cup for our overflowing hearts?


Reality set his mark
But I crossed the line


Don’t get me wrong
When I sing of a love
That always will be
And always was

Dear Luna
Smiling Crescent
Don't let me touch your body
Because I'd just write my name on it
Never to return

But I pray for the day
When you look at me with both eyes
Full and bright
With a smile I can return

On that day
I'll never leave your side
It's my nature
It's my promise

Truth lived there
Making little noise
Speaking to few
“Just pretend I’m not here”

Where will we go
On ****** Snow?
Melting
Like a crying child

There are too many holes in the ground
And too many in the air
Where do we go
On ****** Snow?

There are too many things
I don't want to see
It ***** the life out of me

Where do we go
On ****** Snow?

During my salvation's work
I left you alone

If there's a tide in your heart, pull now
There's a love song I want to sing
To say I love you
I always have and always will

I can't hide anything from you
The words I've forgotten, I've found them now
And the air is still crisp, the moon still bright
Shining on the ****** Snow

The half-rotting houses
Are filled with people
Some you want to meet
Some you want to love

You see her walking along the street
Dressed in black
A mystery you want to meet
You too are dressed in black
And wonder what she sees
Waiting for the bus
The bus that could set you free
There are conversations without speaking
But they fall to easily to the street
To join the chorus of car engines and cold weather

And then she’s standing right beside you at the bar on friday
In a striped vintage suit
You ask her name and she stays
She’s pretty and brave
Is that the rattling of chains?
Maybe it is
Because you thought about here while you were away
What you would say
And then she defeats you with a smile
Have a good night she says

You try so hard for an aerial view
But your eyes are now tried and true
Then you see her at the crossing
Dressed in black with a winter hat
And you’re walking beside her now
She’s watching your gait
You keep a straight face
She has no time to waste
She doesn’t seem to mind you
As you speak your voice competes with the street
She points to where you were going
And where she is going
Across the street
To set your gaze
Showing you where to look
The pastry shop brightly illuminated

She defeats you with a smile
That touches your mind
It's you pulling at the end of a long line

The half rotting houses
Are filled with people
Some you want to meet
And some you want to love