The Rules of Noir

 

Say it - 

But don't say it,

Don't say it;

Don't say it

 

 

 

 

 

Mulholland Drive

 

The mystery is the same,

For you and me and everyone else -

It rolls right up to where I live.     

 

 

 

 

 

Lyric - Rustic Breakdown

 

Thinking of you and all alone,

Is this wasted time?

The days go by,

They pass me by -

Who knows where they're going? 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Driving Home

 

Spring tree pink

Motoring past,

Concrete angles

All is cast - 

In sunset. 

 

 

 

 

 

Final Folk CLVB


Watched by nine moons

Nearing ten,

Candled nights 

Of faces bright

In song must end. 

 

 

 

 

 

Merniere's 

                                     I've been ill for that long,         Can't remember what it was to feel well.

                                Hearings that far gone,                    I Can't tell the difference between       A and B.

                                       Sometimes my head's stuck like concrete,                           Sometimes it's like a waves broken through me.

The situations laughable,
                And it can only get worse from here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lilies From Woollies

 

Hope -

The bruised lily,

First to raise its head.

 

 

 



 

 

Thought

 

If mind 

Has to entertain some worry

In order to be happy,

Isn't that suffering?

 

 

 

 

 

                          

                                  Transfiguration                           (St Peters, Rome, May, 05)

All those faces,
Held in the hearts eye
Of the old master
Can be figured,
But one;
And what does that one see?

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    Thoughts and Words

Words come and words go,
Thoughts fix and thoughts flow,
But none of this
Really none of this,
Is what I want to know. 






                                     Home

I am at home down here
In my three room house,
Don’t want to go out
Into the world today,
But I will.