Tag: Songs Without Words

Quay Arts Center – 2 Songs

Live performance of ‘Vapour Trails’ and ‘Devil On Your Back’ with J.C Grimshaw at the Quay Arts Centre, Newport, IoW, 23rd March 09.


Dimbola Lodge – 3 Songs

‘Missing The Last Boat Home’, ‘Vapor Trails’ and ‘If I Was A Woman’ performed at Dimbola Lodge, Isle of Wight.


Song Without Words

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Emily

Don’t try to tell me you’re innocent And I’ll do my best and I’ll try not to put up a fight Because the time’s not right Don’t paint me in shades of vermillion And don’t give me shadows when you can’t show me your source of light Just stretch me on the canvas and lay…


End Of Time

Half way home my feet begin to tire I pause where other journeys ended I think I’ll lay my head down for a while And contemplate the end of time The woman they buried here died giving birth to a son The son lived happily regardless It makes no difference if you walk or run…


Taken

Taken from the first day Taken from the last Taken from the future that navigates my past Taken from each waking hour Taken from the dream Taken from the fire escape of life as it may seem Taken from the perfume Taken from the touch Taken from each salted tear of eyeliner and blush Taken…


The Return

Petals for your teardrops Bandage for your wounds Medals for your courage Flowers for your room Pistols for the liars Prayers for the true All these things I’ll carry with me ‘Til I’m home with you…


Lost To The Light

I fell asleep surrounded by words My pillow bursting with the wings of birds When I awoke they had all taken flight Like so many dreams that turn in the night They were lost to the light I knew a man with a devilish laugh Like rolling stock on a railroad track That hacking cough…


Trigonometry

Greewich Meantime is mean to me I mean time is too fast to see Many seasons, many loves As if your love was not enough From southern breeze to northern snow there’s a line that I must toe Other girls fall in between To tempt me from this path serene…


Slaves

From the legions who are marching on the road which never ends There are some of us who stray off to the side Down the road which forks and bends In the name of independence, in the name of other truths Abandoning the temples and the shrines In the name of our youth…