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.