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Your face in the night when all is asleep Your snore in the silence, as sweet as the birds Our cat that races and purrs and sleeps on our legs. The air rising from the end of the bed. Where once I was lost, now I am found. Where once I walked fast and frowned, now I walk slower, upright, proud. I walk with your ring on my finger. As the Monkees sing, 'I am a believer'. I believe in you, I believe in music. We write sweet melodies and they stay with us. We sing in the bushes and the trees and the motorways. We sing in the breeze and the sunshine. The snow envelopes us, yet we are not cold. I want to see your smile when it is lined. I want to be with you til we are both old. I want our love to be fined and raised and constricted to be hidden behind closed doors. We will understand why, and will smile. We will fail to conceal what we have as hours, days and years pass. Our dreams intertwined, families joined, for better or worse, illness and joy - myself and victoria, forever enjoyed, in the memories of friends and relations, here and there and never forgotten. Your face in the night when all is asleep Your snore in the silence, as sweet as the birds Our cat that races and purrs and sleeps on our legs. The air rising from the end of the bed. We are the flash of blue in the middle. What can I do for you today, my love? The world is a marble, unbreakable. Can I clean and prepare an orange Wipe the toilet with a sponge? Offset our debt with a shining star Dream of a land a-far where courage is rewarded, imagination is drawn and manly manes are shorn to reveal the truth? We are the flash of blue in the middle. True as the day I first bit into you. To autumn and springs which no longer last To the ancient singer that now doesn’t sing A weathered vane that erratically swings. Bring and buys and nobody brings A land once green now bleached brown A jester no happier than drunken clowns The trees can’t stand the sound of the storms that batter barriers and flood the ground People are leaving left right and center. The dancers in dress no longer make sound No grapes to make wine, no flowers in bloom The reels and jigs have died down I hear a far off sea-shanty Dream of times gone by Our cat is a giraffe. A cow, a monkey and a goat. Our cat believes it’s a laugh when she knocks down china and smells are behind her and she prowls and brools and ultimately our temper cools. A purring panda, a lion in drag A saggy old cloth cat ( on TV ) A loving slinky beside me If man is still alive we all fly on water and swim in the air and become our daughter Miracle medicine and flying geese, speedy tortoises, revived porpoises and a Dinosaur zoo on the moon Telephones in our heads, folding up beds that turn into washing machines What will the future bring? Am I dreaming after eating too much xmas pud? Landed on mars in '86 just as they said we would The dark of the subway enveloped us in the middle of april. The blood was everywhere as she screamed in delirious pain and suddenly it was there. The air became black and blue and all the parents came to kill the atmosphere. It was here. She came in red and pink and we had a pair of socks all ready for her to wear. She came to us during the period of lent so we weren't allowed this blessed gift This shift in the timeline that lent us something that would make a difference. Indifference, money wasn't there and the sunshine in the air became stale. The ale that was drank was quite an obvious rhyme and all of our friends told us to mind the time Forty days had not yet passed. My mother passed me an empty glass I grow old, I grow old. I'll never wear the bottom of my trousers rolled! We fight the dying of the light, We dance on the promenade! We move in the tide of the sideways swim, everything that life brings. Eyes so full and laughter so wide, something precious in her perception. Walking hand in hand, initiating exception, lighting the dark, igniting the spark. Are you playing with that ball right now? Can I take it? Please, I didn’t want it when you had no interest in it, but I want it now. When you had no interest in it, I didn’t want it. Someday, you will feel as I feel. You will feel the weight of a thousand jealousies and the weight of a thousand laughing faces and the weight of nobody at all, the heaviest weight of all. It doesn’t matter until it becomes a problem. We can be slapdash and carefree, laughing under a laughing sun and crying under pouring clouds and everything as it should be. What if something goes wrong? What if the sun never shone or the clouds never rained or the bully never bullied or the rich never downtrod the poor – and some lucky soul got, well, lucky? What if nothing was there, something was there, then nothing was there? What if that something didn’t even care? A brightly coloured ball rises in the air. Page after page of rage etched in perfume and gloom in the middle of the previous week. He’s changed his plea, he’s made his way, he’s under the kosh and beating off bricks Dig deeper and see where it leads you. Experience the deep blue, dive and swim. Your heart will guide you there, you’ll understand, and actions become more important than words. Girls, boys, stabbings and robberies by men with gristle - headlines and assumptions - and darling, we love you. |
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The Valentines ( 1996 )
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