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Haiku song
04:36
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Haiku song
Well how should I know
This is how families work
Like an insider does
Each day's headlines bring
From the unbearable grief
I run away inside
Shall I live that long
I am growing into them
Always old my hands
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Daytime people
06:47
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Daytime People
Daytime people are very different
Mums with prams
Unemployed men
Pensioners
Students
Housewives on benefits
People walking their dogs
Job seekers
Builders in white vans
Old ladies with shopping trollies, lots of them
Domestic workers
Eccentrics
Immigrants
Activists
Tourists
Models
Celebrities
Artists
Musicians
Carers and their charges
Rick mans wives
A rich mans wife is beautiful
Educated
Biological clock ticking
A model or MBA
A rich mans wife is rich herself
Has her own money
Bread and primed for this
A rich mans wife has good taste
Expectant
Not use to hearing 'no'
A rich mans wife has servants
Nannies
Cooks
Cleaners
Shoppers
Time
Gets her own way
A rich mans wife may not be in love
Has hobbies she’s good at
With prestige
Well traveled
A rich mans wife
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3. |
In still air like this
04:15
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In Still Air Like This
In Still Air Like This
You can see the mountain from here
In Still Air Like This
Demolished buildings stand near
In Still Air Like This
The spiders grow fat
In Still Air Like This
At dusk the swooping bat
In Still Air Like This
Dormant goes the grass
In Still Air Like This
To the sound of broken glass
In Still Air Like This
Scents build from their source
In Still Air Like This
Vines stake out their course
In Still Air Like This
Cranes pierce the sky
In Still Air Like This
Let sleeping dogs lie
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4. |
Slow train to Brighton
04:11
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The slow train to Brighton
Black pool ditches along the tracks
Dimpled ponds gather in clay pastures
Tan among old red brick arches
Back garden’s long salient additions
Grit bins rusty pad lock
CCTV attached to each lamppost platform
Magpie on Magpie scuffles
When in odd numbers
Leaves turning or already past
Silhouetted crow crowned oaks
Against a gossamer sky
Chocked ivy trunks
Poke-o-dot nests
Hedgerows line the contours green plaid
Rust-emerald-brown-grey
Speeding along backwards
Its grace gives way
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5. |
Voices from the Reef
06:30
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We are waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you.
Here in the shade by the Orchard wall.
Soft grasses,
Legs parted,
We are waiting
Waiting.
Just for you.
Lips Sweetened, with honey, thyme and dew.
Here in the shade by the Orchard wall
In the velvet quiet of fathoms deep,
We’ll offer you our soft white breasts.
Appease the yearning in your chest.
Here in the shade of the Orchard wall,
Soft grasses,
Legs parted,
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you.
Throw over the tiller bar, let go the wheel.
Give no thought to the scrapping keel.
Please understand our desperate haste.
To have you tight in our embrace.
The reef is but the Orchard wall,
No obstacle ,
To one so brave,
We are waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you
(The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved)
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6. |
Calling the Rope Woman
06:16
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Calling the Rope Woman
There is no place beyond the reef.
No place beyond this ridge of grief.
No man to hold your corded hand,
Or lay with you upon the sand,
Come back, come back,
Where you belong.
We wove you raw from rope and spume,
We shaped you on the wreckers loom,
Come back, come back,
Where you belong.
What chance is there?
What chance for you?
Forlorn hopes,
Unravelled dreams,
Is all there is beyond the sea.
Come back, come back,
Where you belong.
Wreckers child,
Sirens count,
Woven list,
Deaths account.
Tapestry of abject grief,
Of men and ships lost on the reef.
A shapely list of mischief done,
A hanging rope for Adam's son,
Come back, come back,
Where you belong.
(The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved)
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7. |
Life is Small
06:55
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Life is Small
With the trees comes the birds
With the birds comes the insects
With the insects comes the soil
With the soil comes the microbes
With the microbes comes life
With life comes love
With life comes death
With death comes nothing
With nothing comes something
With something comes singularity
Life is small
Life is infinite
What animates these cells?
What animates this universe?
Life - Love - Death
Singularity
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Sue Ann Harkey Seattle, Washington
Seattle - New York - London | free improvisation | prepared guitar | folktronica | weird american | indie | alternative | singer | songs | instrumentals | underground | DIY
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