Month: April 2008

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the last time i saw david

The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night,
and he was looking older than his years.
Told me I should visit come and see his home and wife
I don’t think we have spoken since that day.

When I was much younger he was standing by my side.
A crucifix hung round his neck and fire in his eyes.
Told me about Jesus Christ and ways to live my life
so that I’d be freed from my sin.

I don’t care for ministry, no I’m not taking sides.
I don’t recite the good book, I read between the lines.
I don’t long for heaven cos I don’t believe in hell
and I don’t think that I need to be saved.

I sat down with the bible and I read it line by line
I couldn’t find anything to help me ease my mind.
Then the local vicar ran off with my neighbours wife
leaving both his kids back at home.

Well it keeps some happy and it helps some others sleep
if they think that Jesus watches over when they dream
but I don’t ever plan to get down on my bended knee
and bow my head before his altar.

Chorus

And in some quiet moments I remember being fourteen.
Late nights with the vicar drinking beer instead of tea…
I’m not sure that god had much to do with him or me.
I wonder how he’s doing nowadays.

Chorus

The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night
and he still wanted to tell me about his Jesus Christ.
But nowadays I’m not so plagued by my sin and strife
so I just smiled then I walked away.

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these days

This morning I woke, restless and heady,
with blood pulsing fierce in the vein.
There’s light on a line, this morning and maybe forever,
I move with regard for the signs.

You know I search my heart to prove
there’s better ways to push and pull,
but hey whatever gets you through these days.

And somewhere to the east the sun is stirring,
starting to light up the sky,
and I’m lying here reliving the last few days
cos I missed most of them the first time.

Chorus

Did I disappoint you? Leave a bad taste in your mouth?
I thought that we could. I thought that we would.
I was mistaken.

Chorus (quiet)

Chorus (full)

Outro climax then fall apart

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stoked acoustic photos (nov 06)

A couple of pictures from my first show at Stoked Acoustic back in November 2006.

It was the first solo show I played where you could hear a pin drop during my set, which was and still is a lovely feeling whenever it happens!

Solo at Stoked Acoustic

Solo at Stoked Acoustic

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a poem for lucy

Running on adrenalin, many miles from home.
Alone in her room with a fledgling young poem.
Craving to capture the stillness and calm,
felt as I lay by her side.

The morning arrived without saying too much,
in the silence we talk, bodies warm to the touch.
Delivered to here from the eye of the storm.
Contentedly hid from the rain.

A week now is past, many things to express
and I lie in the sun, now rewarded with rest.
I press on my pen and the paper receives.
We both hope that she feels the same.

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shacklewell

The sky wept freely
As gravity ushered watery needles back to their source.

Two naked eyes looked on at nameless faces
Playing fleeting cameos amongst the cold concrete set.

I savour the sights, the sounds, the smells,
And the silences between my steps;
Each one, a step closer to my evening’s dream-soaked conclusion.

And down those stairs,
Behind those curtains,
And through that door
A hundred unimagined scenes unfold
With a nod, a stare, a shiver, and a glance;
Each moment a tapestry of gestures
For which my tired bones are grateful.