My sisters were saying they were getting into canned peaches again
Of all things

I was walking home at night
And there was a poster of a woman aged 37
Went missing in 2018
And an empty can of peaches was on the ground

I thought, how cold the world is
This ******* world
How a person can be nothing more
Than an empty can discarded
Out here, out no-where

I put a prayer on the moon tonight
That I care for something in this world
That I say I'm here and this is mine
And I won't let go

A garden against the nothingness
Care against the careless
Fire against the cold

Tomorrow’s land
Didn’t get away as quickly as it should have
History would catch up with it

The people who have seen things they shouldn’t have
The poor who think they are rich
And the rich who think they are poor
And where was it again?

Tell me lady, behind those strings beaded with oil
Tell me about things

Always will be always was
Original music, original love
And over and thru it
Flew the listening dove
And rocked the laughing rocks
One by one, we filled the aisles
Shoulder to shoulder
Still as young as we were
Only the world got older

The youth got on the tram
Passed the burning church of Notre Dame
Thru the winds of change
And over the seeds in the sleeping red soils that sprouted at night

Why are you so happy? I asked
I got hit in the head
And I still got up

He said I’ll teach the world how to be a world again
About wonder and about peace
I’ll teach the world how to dream

It was yesterday here, but tomorrow over there

Always will be always was
Original music, original love
And over and thru it
Flew the listening dove
And rocked the laughing rocks
One by one, we filled the aisles
Shoulder to shoulder
Still as young as we were
Only the world got older

I’ll craft an aeroplane
One to fly thru the  change
I want to get to that place
Hope is stitched into my brain
I don’t know who’s coming
But that’s where I’m going
Like nature and it’s symphony
There is an audience I can’t see

Always was, always will be

For my younger self I'd say
To not know everything is o.k.
Be you, you're special
You are you, there is no helping it
Be proud of you
And be suprised
Live your life, live your dreams

And for me now I'd say
Be you, you can see you are special
Just do you
Be suprised
Work towards your dreams
Keep going
You're doing great

There’s a mattress on the street outside the house
No-one wants to do anything about it

I’m like a Jenga Box
With a hole in the front to put the pieces in

Because I live in this house of housemates
All from somewhere else
All gone to look for something

When we finished Jenga,
I had to put the pieces in one by one
Thru the hole in the box
One by one

And so I’ve got to build in to build out
Understand what it’s about
I’ve got to build in to build out
Understand what it’s about

So when I go looking
I don’t leave things missing

Imagine the world loved you back
Imagine that

No scarcity, but generosity

And on that feeling of being trapped, pent-up
Imagine release...

Every child a prophet

I wont last long,  but my prayer will

If I have a son or a daughter, I'll call him or her
Prayer Book

Imagine the world loved you back
Imagine that

You were supported, your interests were looked out for
Your future
Imagine the people in it
Imagine the way we would work
Imagine the end of all wars
Imagine care
Imagine being there

Imagine the world loved you back
Imagine that

When I was young
I had two pencils and drew in two colours
I would stick them to the brick wall outside
And there they would stay
Until the wind blew them away

But the longing stays
Bittersweet
And just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?

Is it the firm press of reality?
And why can my guitar still play it?
What will become of it?
I got a feeling it’s very important to me

The longing that stays
Bittersweet
Just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?

Sometimes it’s like a deity
Sometimes it’s like broken light
Sometimes it’s like loneliness
Sometimes it’s feint
And sometimes it’s like truth

The longing that stays
Bittersweet
Just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?

I was born on a Sunday,
But this happened on a Thursday

I was looking for words
So I went for a walk
Down to the corner

Tonight there would be songs
So I said I’d join

She spoke soft
Quiet
I was an orange amongst the apple trees

She wore camo pants
And you wouldn’t understand
Until she got up and sang

No-ones fool
She was a rebel with a cause
A rebel with a mind
The words to my Revolution song

She was only 17
She put her little hand in mine


We’ve been chasing those
Quiet wells

The mighty ones
The evergreen ones

With our searchlights
Lights that want to push walls with outstretched hands

It’s been a global fight, from inside
From the dawn and well into the night

Looking for peace, for god, for answers, reflections
For things that can’t be denied

So don’t even try


She wore camo pants
And you wouldn’t understand
Until she got up and sang

She was a rebel with a cause
A rebel with a mind
She was the words to my Revolution song

She was only 17
She put her little hand in mine

I was born on a Sunday,
But his happened on a Thursday

The heartland is a place of boundless love
Always was, always will be


He sat on the tram that screeched into the new world
Turning right, when so much was wrong

Like a youth, full of wonder, running against time
He shone like a new constellation
And we pinned our hopes on him


We said teach the world how to be a world again
Teach the world about wonder and about peace
Teach the world how to dream


I saw him before he died
I saw the keys at his side
And the doors he left open
While we had the world on our minds

He said it’s tomorrow over there
And yesterday over here
He had a mountain set in his eye
And with each encore
We sat in the aisles

He said I’ll teach the world how to be a world again
Teach the world about wonder and about peace
Teach the world how to dream

A prayer for Christchurch
A prayer for Islam
A prayer for the blind
Who can’t see
It’s love we need
Under all the skin
Deep

A prayer
For love
A prayer for me
A prayer
For the quiet Volcano under
the sea
Quiet as a mute

May you Rise
May you Reign
A prayer
Again and again

A prayer
A meditation
A Brainwave
Right for the mainframe

Right to peace
Walking in it’s sleep
A prayer
So that it may wake and speak

Turn the world
Shuffle it’s feet
A prayer
A golden leaf

The days of the crying faces
And the songs of tears are over
And I wake alone and lonelier than ever

My bravery is taken away
And I have nothing better to do

I’ve been wondering about for a while now
But it hit me today

Does that pain have a name?
Will I see something similar or the same?

The characters in my play
Know where to stand
And plot is getting cliche’d

But I have to see it one more time

I have to see the way we were so lonely and forgotten

The way we cried together
The way we lived thru it together

We knew the songs, they were so sad
Because they were so real

Because it was painful
Because it was all we had

Because that pain, I do know it’s name
Because that won’t change

I’m here, far away, I’m here today

I am standing in your sunshine
And no I don’t want to say goodbye
Today I saw a man crying and so was I
For the death, for the death of sunshine

So how we gonna do this properly
So how we gonna we??
Thru the streets, thru the countries
Thru the mountains over the seas

Really how are we gonna do this properly

Properly, properly, properly

You know what I’m talking about
I know you know what I’m talking about


I am a man standing in your sunshine
And no I don’t want to say goodbye
In fact I want to say it’s time
It’s time
It’s time
It’s time

To do this properly

So many oddballs and odd-bits in this city
Sworn to secrecy
Torn out single pages
Littering the streets
Something in common

They are everywhere
Did you see what I just saw?
Where will we all go?
Peddling alone on our bikes
Thru the streets
Passed the houses
To our rooms

You could catch us for a second
Looking all stupid
But you’d never get us really
Don’t be stupid

So many oddballs and odd-bits in this city

Legs so short
They don’t touch the ground
Waiting for the bus
And listening to the sound

Of kissing your soul
Star shaped
And soppy wet
As if my heart melt
Yes I felt


These plastic telephones
Bad reception on a good day
And I’m in a major city what the hell

Singin down a tin can, with a string thru a hole

I want to kiss your soul
I want to kiss your soul


How long will it take
And how many lips will I have to kiss to get to you?
What will be the calendar month?
Mark it in for me
I’m here on satellite, way below

Waiting on your call
All illuminated and lonely
If my soul had a colour
What would it be?


Singin down a tin can, with a string thru a hole

I want to kiss your soul
I want to kiss your soul



She kicked that can
It hit me in the head
It left a mark, spared me death
I ran out of breath
And for a minute there was quiet

Then the bus came
And off she went
I pulled out my worn out itinerary
That had the answers to everything

Then I sang down a tin can, with a string thru a hole

I want to kiss your soul
I want to kiss your soul

I had in mind
That when we were together
Re-united
That it would be a certain way
The pictures
Touch and feel
And when we were
It simply wasn't

I was who I was now
As real as dream
And I couldn't discount
My eyes came into focus

The only way was forward
New love to make
New dreams to chase
Grow and change

I'm not the same as I was yesterday
She has nothing to say to me
I'm a million miles away
Here now and today

You can call me dream
You can call me reality
I've got two hands and two feet
And a heart that beats

The only way was forward
New love to make
New dreams to chase
Grow and change

Where is my girl
Who likes touch and poems
And watching the world
Rushing thru the trees
Pushing against the windows
Roaring under the night
Somewhere in the distance
She’ll let me
But she won't
Where is my girl
Who likes touch and poems

Who’ll push my shoulder
Hard up on my knees
Curl and pull under my fingers
Forearm over her eyes
She’ll let me
But she won't
Where is my girl
Who likes touch and poems

At midnight
You watching from your door
I’m out into the night
Forevermore

The sound of crickets
Fills the sky
It’s wide
And full of stars

I walk with you
In the corner of my eye
Until
You are no longer in sight

Your door was wide
And so were your eyes

At midnight
You watching from your door
I’m out into the night
Forevermore

My name around the house is Mr. mushroom

Cause I’m always cooking mushrooms

Salt and pepper mushrooms

Squealing in a pan

You’re vegan and you don’t like mushrooms?

I don’t understand


Looking like a lizard, chewing on stringy hallucinogens

Or classy and tall floating in your soup

Or rich like truffles

Or frilly like flowers that kiss each other


Growing in bark, growing on trees

Growing in fields with no strawberries.

I met a mushroom picker one time, real nice guy

Was his trade, did it all day.

Squealing in a pan

My sister said when it comes to cooking mushrooms, I’m the man.

Don’t get all imaginative on me, and start breading and crumbing

Just doesn’t do.

Just the nice robust standard cups, at your local super market,  or sometimes those portabellos

Get them sweating like scalps in the heat!

Torture them with black pepper, fingernails on blackboards!

Then sunburn them in sea salt, crisping around the eyes like a vagabond child

Don’t let ‘em escape!

Mushrooms clouds, over the reef, think about them in your sleep.

Serve with rice or toast with a coffee or tea,

It’s Mushrooms for me.

Let me push this sorry thing
Over the edge

Curled up
With messages of love
That will fan out
Over the world
As he tumbles to the sea

Because today will never happen again


Let me feel the tingling in my feet
And the sweat in my palms

I think I could sing a thousand psalms
All about ghosts in machines
But then you’d never see

That it was me
On two feet
And it was my love
Still nervous, and still free
That made the leap

Let me push this sorry thing over the edge

(Yeah, my love, my love, my love)

Working to see one frame at a time
Mine
A singular flame
Can make a world of change!

Cos there's a whole lot of anger around my legs
I can feel it sometimes
That can't be good for flight
It's a fight

Working
On getting it right
Up on high, each time
Counting wins, 1 2 3...

Hey sister
You’ve been shouting
And I can just hear you
Now

I’m looking for your brother
Have you seen him around?
He wouldn’t let this go down

Hey sister
You’ve been shouting
And I can just hear you
Now

Do you ever feel like
You could just pop off an die
Sometimes?

Well you should

Smile you beautiful thing

Don’t beat it up, don’t make it black and blue
There’s a house to build
And it needs you

There’s sunshine thru your room
It makes for a glorious mood
The world feels
Soft and new


Here’s a song for the fishes the trees and skies
And smiles everywhere
A new cool
And old school
Sunshine thru your room
And distant traffic


Sunshine thru your soul
Squares on the wall that don’t move
Diving shapes
Floating dust
Have you ever watched the sunshine through your room?

There's sunshine thru my room
And the year is nearly done
I wish I had a song
About the sunshine thru my room

Shining on me
Mixing with my waking mood
Shining thru my soul

Ebbing and flowing on a dial
The sound of a plane
A car
Yawning
The sun turning up again

The very distant sound of traffic
On Green Lanes
The sun on my hand
Have you ever watched
The sunshine thru your room?

Making squares on your wall that don't move?

Kaleidescoping shiny dust particles

Soft and new
And crispy too

There's sunshine thru my room

I see it now
What it is to make a beautiful thing
Thankyou for everything


In every fabric
In every book
In every toy and tool
In every meal

In the walls
In the garden
In the curtains
In the cupboards and cabinets

I see it now
What it is to make a beautiful thing
Thankyou for everything

What it is to make a house
A country
A future
A life

In all its detail
With love and dreams
Of peaceful oceans and communities

I still want to save the world too you know
Maybe I will be the worlds first real rock star

I see it now
What it is to make a beautiful thing
Thankyou for everything

Now's the time for a calm mind
Fair enough then
No fissures, no cracks
No lying
I'll step over lines
Let it leak outside

Now's the time for a calm mind
No overdrive
No overtime
I don't like lying
I don't like trying

I've had enough
I'll step over buildings

Now's the time for a calm mind
An ancient chime
Don't have to be nobody else this time
Trust me
I'm worthy
Naturally

Now's the time for a calm mind

Cheap Thrills
For my paper thin will
I need something
That'll do me a great deal of ill

Oh, sitting on a sill
Waiting for the sun
To shine
Like a visionary ****

Dashing
Accurate
No messing around
No time now

Cheap thrills
Let me smile
The skin off my face
Play drums
On my brain mash

Then I'll get to meditating
Sun bathing
Watch the fronds
Grow furry and healthy

Oh, sitting on a sill
Waiting for the sun
To shine
Like a visionary ****

Liars, thieves, cheats and bullies
There's a big price to pay being human
Being cool's ok though

Fly Jailbird Fly
Because my wings are broken
And my sight is weak

Fly thru the skies
And over the tides

Out of my hands
And out of my control

Give me dreams
Make them bigger than they seem

Everybody’s after you
Everybody wants you

Fly Jailbird Fly

Baby Mamas with their prams
Eating up wonderland
Dropping bits of food everywhere
Under their chairs

Laughing like schoolgirls
Flustered red
Bits of food
For non-believers
And the un-anointed
Are scarce

Clogging toilets with diapers
Dispensing waste
At an alarming rate

How much for a wonderland?
In the sky
Red marker
Rise and rise
White tissue
Go from white to brown
Bits of pea and chicken
Falling down
  (all together now)
    Bits of pea and chicken
      Falling Down

How much for a trip to wonderland
With a cushioned seat
Padded headrest
And comfy feet?

Eat

A wonderland in the sky
The market is on the rise
The ground is black
And the clouds are white

Every minute
Clouds gather spin and rise
The Earth looks small
Falling behind

How much for wonderland
Up in the sky?

Words are lines drawn
They keep me in line
I have sides
Dark and light
Fuzzy grey black white

It's to stand
It's to be truthful
Comfortable, live with yourself
To not run
To be proud of yourself

I can't wait for a friend that opens me up
I had such a friend, opened me up, dark and light
A lot feels like lies
'Face' I think they call it

I want to sing without face
With truth
Honesty
Hopefully there will be a crowd
It's not the most important thing
But I hope there are people vouching for me
As I am myself
The sound of myself
The scope, the voice

October is my mood

I have dreams
I have the rising sun in my chest
I want the right kind of lazy
I want to sing while I’m smiling

October is my mood

I can’t be stopped
I don’t know where I get it from
But it’s an endless resource
I was the last to leave again

October is my mood

Maybe it was during the 90’s
Tragic rockstars
My mother and father
Not speaking, but not leaving

October is my mood

I will walk up to the 31st
Stand on it’s cliff edge
And jump off with every awake-fullness possible
Into December

October is my mood

Don’t let me watch you stumble home
Wide eyed
Because you were just so beautiful
Without me to hold you tight

I couldn’t take my eyes off you
In fact I had to stop myself

Do we all dream of something special
To happen
one of these nights
maybe later
Who knows?
When you least expect it?

If my admiration makes it easier
I love the way you look in that dress
The way you were dancing
Moving
Being there

Don’t let me watch you stumble away
Cos I’d be the one to blame

If I didn’t say
In some way
You’re beautiful
And special tonight
I want to kiss and hold you tight

She was young wild and free
Dressed bare and pretty

Singing with her ukelele

She said
Did you say, am I free?

Because she didn’t belong to anyone else
She was young wild and free

I was thinking I needed inspiration

She was young wild and free

I shook her hand
grabbed her tight
She pushed and smiled

She was young wild and free

Dark eyes and dark hair
Tomorrow she could be anywhere

In a dress
Singing
without a care
Pretty and bare

She was young wild and free