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Due to my grief beloved
I strive to reach the sky's arch
Guided by a shimmering halo
Of undesired fate

Surrounded by silence I feel well
One to feel

THE DREAMER
Text by Raphael Gimenes

The ascension of the moon: Golden poetry written in the sky, Candent fruit to fruitless trees, Music to my eyes,

idly as time passes me by
And I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the day that I'm gonna die
I feel the cold that seeps into my bones
There's nothing I can do

from moon above
To the inn
To find his love
He trots across the old inn-yard
Taps the window shuttered and barred  

Hair as dark as blackbirds' wing

Flame rose from the ashes should’ve seen it
Blackbird
Shot down by the phoenix
Way too much soul
For the grave to hold
My people don’t die
We just

I was driving today
In my car on a country lane
And there was a lay-by on my side
So I pulled over
Yeah
I put some old shoes on
I followed

burning my thumbs
I Don’t know what to do…
Nobody knows
What’s in my head
Nightmares all over again
I wish I could breath
To be by your side
Singing old

Hurry Hurry
before the blackbirds peck it up.

Bipolar nights
She‘s affected by hypomania.
Also salamanders treat here
patients with coprophagia

This morning over Greenwich not a trail up in the sky

Just a single blackbird looking down on me from high

I wanna ask if it can see all the way

I want to live in a society
Not a violent all-powerful entity
Ruled by the rich petty bourgeoisie
And the Wall Street crooks and police
I want

See the white lines of the road at night and it makes me come alive
And wherever I'm at you know I might as well be gone
I walk by faith not sight

Waiting, shaping stranger's words into a weapon
Four and twenty blackbirds in a pattern
They were seldom seen by anyone that matters, but it happened

O Mother Iron, 
Can’t you see the blackbirds steal 
All the seeds the winter garden 
Has managed yet to yield 
In the distance church bells tolling

The golden hour brings the choir out
We called back every song we heard
There were countless crows
But only one blackbird
Commuter rail marks out

that sometimes
I lose control to the
Injustice of the world
Emotions we are surrounded by

You've got to live the day
You told me one day way back
Some

retrace all my mis-steps
Can I rebuild her stone by stone

There's got to be a way to get back home
A chance to turn this thing around
A place I can start

me
That fair
Ah yeah
Well then what you waiting for
I've been drinking Arran by the ocean
Thinking hard about the things that could've been
But really

There’s a blackbird that is sitting at the window
As the postman delivers the Sunday times
Rest my head for an hour or two
As the world goes

Followed her down 
Through the cellar door
Sweet smell of sawdust and lust
and I wanted more
Dazed by the fragrance 
of her blackbird hair
Down down

up the blackbirds song
It has been far too long
Let us leave this place and sing along

Always I've been 
By your side
Open your eyes, open your mind

Blackbirds cry
Outside this winter
Trees reduced
To ash and splinters
We could
Rule this world together
My love
But know that in the end
I don't plan

Are you attracted to or attracted by
Do you ride solo on your tandem bike
It's amazing how fast
I can fall from peak to pit

Death of a blackbird

Firebaugh

Circle Jerks

Wonderful

1985

the blackbirds dance?
Three men one woman sit at the bar
She's the town whore, the village star
Who'll be the one to get up her dress?
Pass on by avoid this

Cartwheels

Vonda Shepard

The Radical Light

1992

and hear you sing
"Blackbird in the dead of night"

I see your life fly on by
Mama don't you be afraid
Look at all the love that you have made
Oh mama