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Labyrinth

August 28, 2018/in Songs /by ian

I really don’t know what to say
Been on this case for a couple of days
And when I get close
It slips away
Like the waves on the sand
My sense of duty is wearing thin
I don’t where I should begin
Or where to turn to look again

Two
Three
Four
Where’s the key I’m searching for?

Zwei
Drei
Vier
What’s that word I long to hear?

I really don’t know what to say
Been on this trace for a couple of days
And when I get close it slips away
Like your hair through my fingers
My patience is wearing thin
I don’t know where to move my men
Or when to turn the clock again

I want to plant my feet on solid soil
I want fair return for my toil
This delay makes my blood boil

I really don’t know what to do
Everywhere I look I miss the clue
This labyrinth riddles you

This Into Something

August 28, 2018/in Songs /by ian

I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
So what do you say?
Let’s get away
We could drive to the coast
We could stare at the sea
We could walk along the sand that sits by the river
We could even go bird watching — if we wanted to
So, how can we turn this into something?
So, how can we turn this into something
Worth waiting for?

So what do you say?
Let’s getaway
We could drive to the coast
We could swim in the sea
We could run along the sand
On the strand by the river
We could even go hang gliding — if we wanted to
Just me and you
In a sky so cascadingly clear
Over the hills and
Over the valleys and
All of the trees
The pines and the karris
With our bright plastic patterned wings
We could fly
Just you and I

I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
And I’m here in a circle of friends

So how can we turn this into something?
So how can we turn this into something
Worthwhile?
Or at least worth a smile
On a Sunday afternoon?

The Border

August 28, 2018/in Songs /by ian

I need a drink
Can you show me to the water?

You pick the pieces
And you throw them into the pot
You chase your shadows
You take on board the whole lot
You get the picture
You turn away
You feel conflicted
But you choose to stay
And in the end you don’t know if it’s real
Or just looks that way to you

Take me away
Take me away

Every time I see you you say something
That sneaks you a bit deeper into my heart
I wonder what it would be like
For once to play the reciprocal part?
So many echoes
So many warnings
So many sunsets
Too few dawnings
I want to love you but I don’t know if I oughta

Take me
Take me to the border
Take me
Right up to the line

MIDDLE EIGHT

Okay
We’ve been here before
Seems fine
And you know feelings change
Let’s check this out
Don’t bolt the gate
We’re only as deep as the friendships that we make
This is real
Don’t treat me like a fake

SOLO

I’ll pick you up and I’ll show you to the border
I want to love you but I don’t know if I oughta
So many echoes
So many warnings
So many sunsets
Too few dawnings
But every time I see you you say something
That snakes you a bit deeper into my heart

Take me
Take me to the border
Take me
Right up to the line
(So many echoes
So many warnings)

Take me
Take me to the border
(Many echoes
Many warnings)

Take me
I’m feeling fine
(So many sunsets
Too few dawnings)

Take me
I’m ready for your order
(Sunsets
Dawnings)

Take me
It’s right this time
(Echoes
Warnings)

I need a drink
Can you show me to the water?

Ghost

August 25, 2018/in Songs /by ian

So long — it’s been so long now
So far — we’ve come so far so far
But the frame of thought and time
Is etched and grey
And as the cracks at last appear
I strangely sense you very near

Wild hair, raven dark and curling
A wry laugh, piercing pensive eyes
An A frame on a road forever changing
A small child without a hand to hold
The memories merge as the years fade by
And like a lost and callow youth
I stumble upon the hollow truth
In a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
Of a gentle friend
In a sweetly shaded room
A failing hologram
Flickering in my mind
A broken key
Lost in the folds of time

No pain ― no words of anger
No gain ― no deeper truth
But I can sense you now standing there
On your way to the masquerade
Dressed all in black like the Queen of Spades
In a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
A gentle friend
I won’t see again too soon
A failing hologram
Flickering in my brain
That the folds of time
Will never release again
Oh no…

SOLO MIDDLE EIGHT

Like a photograph
On a sun-drenched afternoon
Of a bunch of friends
I won’t see again too soon
A tightly tangled scene
Etched into my brain
That the folds of time
Will never release again
Oh no…