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Low horizon
Fills the sky
With winter
Coldness sighs
The boughs
Frozen silver
Overhead
Etch a pattern
To catch the stars
Following the moon
To where the sun
Is waiting

Is waiting still
For you

From me

And I’m going to tell you why
I’m going to sing
But you not might like it
You walked out of my heart and
You expected me to understand
You walked out of my heart and
As tho’ you expected an apology
From me
For what else could have I done
Can love ever really do wrong?

I’ve watched walk away twice now
What’s that about
When is enough, enough?
I can’t expect you to understand
But I’m going to sing
And you might not like it
For what else can I do
For loving you?
For what else could have I done
Can love ever really do wrong?

Fanfare

A silent song plays across her lips
Rhythm to a beat within
These words, like kisses, breathe the air
And those missing sounds are a fanfare
To hope on…
To call on…
Not much to go on
Just a wing and a prayer
Just a tune and you’re there

The bar is closing
And there’s a scuffle
As people yell
Blue lights are calling
A different farewell
Last orders are long ago
As the shutters are pulled
Off you go
Into the night
Past the fight
To the taxi rank
But you still see her face
Singing a song, out of place
And you won’t forget
Though it’s not much to go on
To hope on…
To call on…
Not much to go on
Just a wing and a prayer
Just a tune and you’re there

Aphelion

The voyages of constellations
That haven't yet reached our eyes
Are painted in the night ink
Of late Autumn skies
Like words in the wind
They whisper over the lake
All we need is a boat
To reach heaven's gate

The Cloud Gazer’s Caution

A knight dressed in armour
Steals out from the castle
Grey daggers under the moon
A wingbeat away from all of his answers
Searching for a truth to hold to

And her eyes are sweet incantations
Calling him to their subtle embrace
He’s lost from the moment
He dares to look into her
Lost in the light and the shade and the lake

People look for a meaning to life
But you look to a life for meaning
What if that road never comes into view
And after all of that searching
You’ve just holes in your shoes?

Travelling light with her ticket and fayre
A sweet wind called freedom plays with her hair
And you think you could find her
Just past the next town
Dancing with bare feet in a grey gown

Long after I’ve stopped looking up to the sky
I know that those clouds will keep passing by

At full tilt

(This is from the first time round with One More Windmill...)

Tilting into view
A galactic comet flew
Eyes spitting fire and flame
Burning into mine again
Meteoric rise
Across the skies
But the journey’s the same

One more windmill
And then it’ll be done
But the blades get sharper
And the nights get long
And out on the edge
Near the stars and the moon
Is the sad lilt of singular tune

One more windmill for these tired eyes
But the comet has stolen all of the skies
And out on the edge
Near the stars and the moon
Is the sad lilt of singular tune

Little Metal Letters

Little metal letters
How many have stopped to read
Those little metal letters
Beneath the chestnut trees
And the soft tread of time
Has worn away
What once was a better rhyme
As the conkers fall
Across the call
Of those cemetery lines

Standing testimonial for loves now long gone
We’ve read the prose and lord knows
How time just carries on

Kind of Soul

I’ll see you when the light has faded
And you’re only left in blue
When your dreams are old and jaded
And here’s what I’ll do

I won’t laugh like you did
I’m not that kind of soul
I won’t judge you lacking honey
Even though you’ll have grown so cold
I’ll just smile like I always do
And wish you a pleasant day
And then I’ll be on my way

You can’t haunt my dreams forever
No matter how hard you try
I think you’ll be the one left lonely
Learning what it’s like to cry

I’ll see you when the light has faded
Maybe we’ll sit and pass some time
But when your dreams are old and jaded
Well, I’ll still be dreaming mine

Supernaked

I don’t expect you know do you
How weird after all those signs
You’re just standing still
Wasting all my time
Supernaked

You see through me
Supernaked
And if it’s all I’ll ever be
Heart’s too raw
And feet too sore
To walk to some other rhyme
I hope you’ll still see
How you
Supernaked me

Ordering pizza at half past four
Look to the waitress, she looks to the floor
Look down what’s there to see
Hey it’s me
Supernaked

You see through me
Supernaked
And if it’s all I’ll ever be
Heart’s too raw
And feet too sore
To walk to some other rhyme
I hope you’ll still see
How you
Supernaked me

Wake up in a sweat, world's sleeping
And yet, through the curtains
I can see that big hand moon
Laying eyes on me
Supernaked

You see through me
Supernaked
And if it’s all I’ll ever be
Heart’s too raw
And feet too sore
To walk to some other rhyme
I’ll hope you’ll still see
How you
Supernaked me

Daze

Now the night’s clouding your eyes
With colours that daze my sighs
I can’t imagine
How we came to this
But let’s just stay
Let’s just stay
Because it’s bliss

Candlelight reflects on the walls
And far below a stereo calls
A tune down dark hallways
That echo with feet
As taxicabs mutter in the street

Outside the neon signs wink back at stars
And moonlight falls all over the cars
A cat screams for murder
And vengeance and pride
But here we are safe
Lying side by side
I can’t imagine
How we came to this
But let’s just stay
Let’s just stay
Because it’s bliss

Nothing but colours that daze my sighs

beach mermaid

beach mermaid, originally uploaded by ripplestone garden.

Serial Song Monogamy

Serial song monogamy
What you've done, you've done for me
Weird groove on the vinyl breathes
Strange emotions, can't you see
What you've done, you've done for me
Serial song monogamy

And I can’t get back
‘Cause it’s gone too far
Like swimming against the tide
To a distant shore
Eyes lost behind the scales
Lying shipwrecked on the floor
Drowning in your words
Caught up in your chords

Weird groove on the vinyl breathes
Strange emotions, can’t you see
What you’ve done, you’ve done for me
Serial song monogamy

Rumple, One More Windmill...back round again...

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 to be quite honest was severely lacking the last time round. So grab your air-guitars and get ready to rock!