tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722025631253393672012-01-11T09:01:07.930-08:00(Lyrics and poetry from Rumple)Trisha xxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08241735304163665205noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-572202563125339367.post-4785895461022564782012-01-04T03:32:00.000-08:002012-01-04T03:33:25.836-08:00

If I try and walk this path againAre you going to stand in my way or be my friendWhat's clouding your viewWhat is it with youSo you think you've written my story wellRecognised all those little tellsWhy would I care what you think of meEngine's running and there's still a seat freeOf the weight of those bars of goldA beautiful prison how easily you soldYour smileLets ride out into the stormOne

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They say love will tame meBut I am nothing if I'm not freeHow can love claim meYou might as well try and tame the seaRun wilful childRun wilful childWho could blame youRun wilful childUntil love claims youScraping the ice from the carMonday morning, another cold startBirds carve the sky in a VFlying the line of the treesRoad's empty for eightWe won't be lateIt's only three degreesThey say love

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(For soprano voice)I light a flame and it burns in meYou light a flame, it burns for all to seeCross-currents caught in a stormTill an ocean of difference is all we can beSongs of birdsSongs of birdsA forest full of the songs of birds(For tenor voice)I light a flame, it burns only for youYou light a flame and it burns me throughCross-currents caught in a stormTill an ocean of difference is all we

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It feels like I'm walking on glassAnd running on emptyI can't deal in your treacherous waysAnd I don't how long my heartCan hold onIn these long distance daysI risk it all for youLove on the roll of the diceAnd yet your words cut meDeeper than any knifeAnd I'm running out of reasonsAnd running out of timeYou give me no answersTo the questions I findHaunting my lipsAs you kiss away the nightBut

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Sometimes you just get to a point where a set of poems seem to belong together. So far I have three for this and I'm sure I'll be adding to them over the winter.Sleek City NightStillLong Distance Days

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In the shapes left behind& the turn of the danceAll those quiet spaces You don't understandIn the light falling slowly & the shift of the sandYou don't see the same patternsTo all your grand plansIn the quick of a smileAnd the heat of the momentYou forget the reasonFor the places you're goingBut in the shapes left behind& the turn of the danceIn those quiet spacesAre the answers you demandStill,

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Outside my windowThe moon's cracked a smileAnd I can't help feelingThat the joke's on meLate night bluesLeaving me coldBetter go out and get me Some kind of rock 'n' rollBetter hurry honeyIt's a sleek city nightThe music rubs right past youThen cuts you like a knifeBetter hurry honeyIt's a night of neon signsLighting up your dreamsThen laying down those linesAnd I can't help feeling The joke's on

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Well I've heard it said you're now running freeI don't know what from, hope it wasn't from meIf I captured your heart it was only to seeIf I could win you over tenderlyRun if you must there's a hill to climbAn ocean of difference and plenty of timeI was never hoping to hold youBut if you wanted to be mineI should've probably told youAnd tried to make it rhymeWell I've heard it said you're now

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Lady shark swims on the bottom of the seasWreathed in her teeth are the tatters of her dreamsAnd in her eyes there’s never a tearBecause all she tastes is your cold-hearted fearCatch her by her silver tailRide’s like a roll in chain mailBut if you try to pull her finBeware darling, of her grinShe likesTo biteShe likesTo biteShe likesTo biteLord knowsShe likesTo biteLady shark swims awayDead in

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In my handA little shell from the sandIn your earsYou'll hear a seaFor all eternityYou hold it tooAnd I'll find youA little shell from the sandNo, not fallingBut returningNot a callBut a replyAn echo of the seaDo you hear me?And I'll find youA little shell from the sand

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I shaped my heart for youBut you just ran it throughYour synthisize-fits-all machineNow I'm paying'Cos you're sayingIt's no longer realWhen my heartRight at the startWas the deal

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Bought, soldA transformationNo room for error And no explanationTo fill this frameWe all know Hearts beat the sameA night full of starsCan't daunt usAnd ghosts from the pastNo longer haunt usBecause we all knowHearts beat the sameYour smile a spark to light the wayYour hope a chance for future changeCities, soulsBells ringingWho pays the tollAs we find waysTo change it allBut somehow Stay the

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And he saidBut if it costs too muchI don't want to pay for bad luckI've got an overdraft in the bluesI 'm not investing in your shoesI walk aloneCafé is quiet, evening is longThis shift ain't ending, radio's onSame old preaching to the same old foolsRules about love when no one rulesAnd she saidBut if it costs too muchI don't want to pay for bad luckI've got an overdraft in the bluesYou're not

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After all these yearsLying down my headBed of stonesFlesh of clayAnd all around a forest growsTrees of dreamsLeaves of windAnd in the rushing airI thought I heard you smileFor meLove, like the angel's flaming hairAnd silver horses running freeThe dove before the stormWaiting for meAnd I will stay hereA horse carved out of my bones For youUntil love is returned to meLike silver horses running

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I used to stand on this beachPebble in my handThinking if I throw itThe world would be in reachIs this a two-way streetor am I just talking to my feetWords thrown against the windAnd it's always the tide that winsPatterns are falling into placeWe still make the same old mistakesI used to stand on this beachPerhaps it was me who was never in reachWell, promises are promisesAnd water finds its

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Any old music will doI'm just living for your smile it's trueAny old musicRhythm or rhymeI'm just living this timeAny old portAny old stormI'm sick and tiredOf being lost and forlornAny old music will do( Owls on the wingAre passing bySilently watchingAnother night sky )Any old music will doI'm just living for your smile it's trueAny old musicRhythm or rhymeI'm just living this time

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I lost it long agoNot sure there isn't a road I don't knowJust moments of water off my skinJust rolling water withinBack to frontRoundaboutCry your words outSpinning, nascentThe turning swellThere's a time of long agoEchoed in my silver hairFaint as footprints in the snowThat lead to nowhereBack to frontRoundaboutCry your words outSpinning, nascentThe turning swellJust moments of water off my

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You breeze in and you breeze outWith no idea what love's aboutBut like the temporary scent of blueI'll soon get over youSmoke curling from a flameMoth to a candle, always the sameBut like the temporary scent of blueI'll get over you

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It's been a summer of butteflies and rain this year, of moments as fleeting as a beating wing. New set of words for a new cover.

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I won't be remembered for anything newIt's not what I've done, it's what you doAnd those footsteps fade quicker everydayWashed by the June rain, clean awayOh, let's sing a songChorus and tuneLost in the crowdLet's sing nowIt can be lustyIt can be loudWe'll stamp our feetLet's sing nowYou won't be wanting for anything moreIt's all we imagined of that I'm sureAnd my heart beats faster than the

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Somewhere between yesterday and todaySomewhere between yesterday and todayThe rules changedThose lines blurredOur shapes became a different wordSomewhere between yesterday and todayIt's a whole new ball gameDon't throw me that curveBecause I've heardIt all beforeOnce, twice, encore, encoreGet up! get up!Off that floorBut I'm not so sure nowAnd I'm not sure howBut somewhere between yesterday and

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This new light Shivering and thinly disguisedAs winterDraws out the lines On a now clean canvasLike fresh washed sandStrandedAs the sea recedesWhat have we done?But the rhetoric will not repairThe old guttering Or save the billsFrom piling upDebt upon debt into a rotten heapKicked into the cornerTo moulder in our absenceThe final turn of the keyPosting it back through the letterboxAnd we are

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There isn't much to seeIf you're trying to look at meAnd I'm sick of the reasons whyI didn't lookAnd I didn't tryAnd what do you want me to sayI didn't dareAnd I didn't dieWhat do you want me to sayI didn't change And I didn't lieOh honey, it was youWho's looking at meBut I'll tell you nowThere's not that much to seeAnd on the way hereI drowned in a ocean of tearsAnd on the way hereI burned in a

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New set of stuff under title of Hover.

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Your eyes close the spaceStretching hours into momentsIn their tender embraceAnd a thousand cobweb threadsCould not hold youHowever tightAnd no rain could douseThose eyes burning brightA storm will rage in my heartFor all daysSince I've had to watchYour eyes say

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To Rochester Cathedral I goLoitering amongst the vaulted spacesAir redolent with prayers and hopeOld stones standing strongShoring me up with their fortitudeAnd in this space, these finite wallsI'll find an easing of my soulLetting slip all my vanitiesStepping out of this fearful skinFinding hope againTo Rochester Cathedral I goAs often as I have beforeThese old walls are my friends They teach me

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I would have lived on a hillWhere the trees never stood stillKissed by an ocean's breezeSafe in those cerulean daysI take a moment now and thenTo remember how and whenWe changedHow we changeMosaics on the floorCrosswords against the doorAnd every little fragment that fallsInto placeChanges the look on your faceTill I no longer recognise youAt allFour winds and a high tideWon't help me find the

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A wreck upon the water standsBend o'er to the wavesThe sweetest music as she singsThe sailors maidShe lures them to the rocks and underhandHer hair all wreathed in seaweed is their fateTangled up in her laughThey realise too lateShe is the siren on the beachThe metal twisted harpie queenThe high tide markAll stranded with the rustOf a thousand sailors dreamsA wreck upon the water standsbend o'er

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Did you let the mask slipAnd did your eyes seeWas it too muchOr was it just meCould you let your mask slipAnd be what I needIs too much to askOf a manOr will youReveal to meI don’t need your great planYour exercise in being an also canWhat path leads to my doorJust love, nothing moreWhat words could you ever singBetter than the angels’ horizons bringI don’t need another wayI just need you to

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Do you think they know how free they are?Not weighed down by trinkets and taxThere's just life and deathAnd inbetween there's flying

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Soft tide gliding inYour hand upon my skinIt's as if your heart walked awayYou broke the rulesWell, what rules were they?And hour by hour we are holding hereOn a shoreline rain's made unclearAs though the world is washing byYour eyes too deep a place to hideSo why do you think you broke the rules?I think they serve to make us foolsSoft tide gliding inA letter, note or line to beginI'd organise a

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Feeling hugely uncreative at the moment but very reflective and so thought I'd visit some older pieces. It's always somehow horrific to read stuff I've written, trying to imagine what/where/how I have managed to find those words or (eeek!) that rhyme. I think I can only justify stuff on the concept that a poem is like a layer of skin...uhoh, I'm going to start talking about onions which will make

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In the crucible of nothingWhere there's only the nightAnd boredom leads to bottlesAnd the lonely broken flightWhere once were choirs of angelsA heart filled with empty cigarettesIn the crucible of nothing You kid yourself you've no regretsMagpie Billy winks at meAs I'm sitting under his treeHis words feel like wisdomBut beyond are blue skiesHis song is beguilingEnought to stop me smilingI'm not

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You turn to smile and the look in your eyesAsks what is it that clouds my happy skiesIt’s knowing you’re going to turn and walk awayGuess I’ll catch up with you, some day

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I told myself any kind of promiseIs better than no promise at allBut what did I give in returnTo be washed up on your unforgiving shoresIt took an ocean of salt water To open my eyesOnly to findI'm still crying under horizontal tidesA walk over the hilltop and down to the seaVertical cliffs where the wind flies freeAbove me the buzzards are circling roundBut I’m keeping my feet firmly on solid

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I told myself any kind of promiseIs better than no promise at allBut what did I give in returnTo be washed up on your unforgiving shoresIt took an ocean of salt water To open my eyesOnly to findI'm still crying under horizontal tides(possible chorus)A walk over the hilltop and down to the seaVertical cliffs where the wind flies freeAbove me the buzzards are circling roundBut I’m keeping my feet

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Think this is the title for what I'm going to try and write next. Went for a walk in Dorset, along Stonebarrow and along Charmouth beach. There is nothing quite like a walk on a beach to clear your thoughts or a view across an empty sea and the clear, wide sky to give some perspective. It's how to distill all those walks, on all those beaches into a few lines of rhyme that's the tricky bit.

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Life's a chicken fricasseeIt's where I come unstuckNo one's out there gunning for meI'm just another schmuckI wish that I could make it all much betterAnd every dream come trueBut I can't stop fallingfalling throughIf love is such a simple gameLet's play heads or tailsIf I win, you'll take the lotIf not we'll swim with whalesThe human heart's a strange beastA contract made in bloodBeating to a

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Sometimes I find the sky is turning me blue& sometimes you find time too, time toSometimes I remind you too much& if all the world could be poured into a glassWe could drown our sorrowsOr at least attempt toThe roll of a dice won’t help it passBut it’s trueSometimes I find the sky is turning me blueThe horse and the ploughThe race and the cloudsI can’t explain it any clearerYou’re no nearer than

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There’s a colour in the sky I can’t quite catchA feeling of uneasy mismatchAs though my watch is running slow againWe won’t return to this point will we?There’s a lyric that sums up this placeWe’re finding so hard to faceAs though we’ve walked out in the wrong clothesA summer wedding & I’m in snow shoesWe won’t keep going will we?This was meant to be a valentineSweet and light, love definedWell

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He came courting and on bended kneeAbout some dancing he would like with meBut I don’t give my heart to just any manAnd put his daisies out in the trash canHe went a way and bought a silver carOne with wide seats and said we wouldn’t go too farAs if to impress me I could be his girlI don’t need a flash car and some social whirlHe came courting and on bended kneeAbout some wedding he would like

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Artwork for wayfarerProject themes ~journeystravelling through lifemovementinner voyagespaths crossinglinear timestories that go places

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Well, this is the point I feel that I have turned full circle with this set of songs and come back to the central theme with which I started out in the beginning. The idea that love sets us free. This is called Love Is and I hope the sentiment comes across as genuine and not too pretentious. What we all could do with in this world is, as always, a little more love (and a lot more windmills).Love

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Which one are you?I’m sorry it’s not kindBut honey,I’m not a patient soulSo which one are you?It might be the eyes That remindOf other waysAnd earlier daysIt might be the walkThe air of yesterday’s talkSo I’m sorry if it seemsToo hasty and throwawayBut which one are you?All these tearsReally washed awayThose years Like stones tumbling From the shifting banks Of memorySo you need to knowI’m not a

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Low horizonFills the skyWith winter Coldness sighsThe boughs Frozen silverOverheadEtch a patternTo catch the starsFollowing the moonTo where the sun Is waitingIs waiting stillFor you

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And I’m going to tell you whyI’m going to singBut you not might like itYou walked out of my heart andYou expected me to understandYou walked out of my heart andAs tho’ you expected an apology From meFor what else could have I doneCan love ever really do wrong?I’ve watched walk away twice nowWhat’s that aboutWhen is enough, enough?I can’t expect you to understandBut I’m going to singAnd you might

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A silent song plays across her lipsRhythm to a beat withinThese words, like kisses, breathe the airAnd those missing sounds are a fanfareTo hope on…To call on…Not much to go onJust a wing and a prayerJust a tune and you’re thereThe bar is closingAnd there’s a scuffle As people yellBlue lights are callingA different farewellLast orders are long agoAs the shutters are pulledOff you goInto the

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The voyages of constellationsThat haven't yet reached our eyesAre painted in the night inkOf late Autumn skiesLike words in the windThey whisper over the lakeAll we need is a boatTo reach heaven's gate

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A knight dressed in armourSteals out from the castleGrey daggers under the moonA wingbeat away from all of his answersSearching for a truth to hold toAnd her eyes are sweet incantationsCalling him to their subtle embraceHe’s lost from the momentHe dares to look into herLost in the light and the shade and the lakePeople look for a meaning to life But you look to a life for meaning What if that

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(This is from the first time round with One More Windmill...)Tilting into viewA galactic comet flewEyes spitting fire and flameBurning into mine againMeteoric riseAcross the skiesBut the journey’s the sameOne more windmillAnd then it’ll be doneBut the blades get sharper And the nights get longAnd out on the edge Near the stars and the moonIs the sad lilt of singular tuneOne more windmill for

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Little metal lettersHow many have stopped to readThose little metal lettersBeneath the chestnut treesAnd the soft tread of timeHas worn awayWhat once was a better rhymeAs the conkers fallAcross the callOf those cemetery linesStanding testimonial for loves now long goneWe’ve read the prose and lord knowsHow time just carries on

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I’ll see you when the light has fadedAnd you’re only left in blueWhen your dreams are old and jadedAnd here’s what I’ll doI won’t laugh like you didI’m not that kind of soulI won’t judge you lacking honeyEven though you’ll have grown so coldI’ll just smile like I always doAnd wish you a pleasant dayAnd then I’ll be on my wayYou can’t haunt my dreams foreverNo matter how hard you tryI think you’ll

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I don’t expect you know do youHow weird after all those signsYou’re just standing still Wasting all my timeSupernakedYou see through meSupernaked And if it’s all I’ll ever beHeart’s too rawAnd feet too soreTo walk to some other rhymeI hope you’ll still seeHow youSupernaked meOrdering pizza at half past fourLook to the waitress, she looks to the floorLook down what’s there to seeHey it’s

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Now the night’s clouding your eyesWith colours that daze my sighsI can’t imagineHow we came to thisBut let’s just stayLet’s just stayBecause it’s blissCandlelight reflects on the wallsAnd far below a stereo callsA tune down dark hallwaysThat echo with feetAs taxicabs mutter in the streetOutside the neon signs wink back at starsAnd moonlight falls all over the carsA cat screams for murderAnd

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beach mermaid, originally uploaded by ripplestone garden.

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Serial song monogamyWhat you've done, you've done for meWeird groove on the vinyl breathesStrange emotions, can't you seeWhat you've done, you've done for meSerial song monogamyAnd I can’t get back‘Cause it’s gone too farLike swimming against the tideTo a distant shoreEyes lost behind the scalesLying shipwrecked on the floorDrowning in your wordsCaught up in your chordsWeird groove on the vinyl

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OK, so after some time away...I know, I know about ten months since I picked this up.. I was listening to Rock Star Supernova and the Foo Fighters while tackling the post-summer break housework mountain and thought, I really miss Rumple. So here I am, new internet home, same old line-up (me that is). I shall put up the back-catalogue and have a real buzz about reworking One More Windmill, which

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