Monday 22 October 2012

William Blow's Pleasure Ground

They call it a pleasure ground
I care not to think
These lakes they consume me
Into them my soul it must sink

I have sat here for hours
Running life over my skin
Dreaming of another
As the deepening depth takes me in

Lost in a moment 
This pleasure held in time 
Broken they hold me
Broken they are mine

I long to know
How they once glowed
How their beauty once opened,
Once drifted, once flowed

So hear my wail
At the moonlit sky
Understand my plight 
As I slide into the lake to lie

Windmills


With the wind runs a sorrowful wanderer
With the wanderer walks a westerly breeze
With this breeze comes cold songs in our skies
And the towering windmills must hear the wind's whistling cries
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This painting can change in the flash of a teardrop
This painting can be what the wind wills it to be
This painting may lose all it's form and it's shape
Yet it's the windmills who'll notice the drape of its cape
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These orbs in our sky will fall down and rise up
But the winds of the seas don't drink the same cup
They sing their sweet song whilst the moon shines its light
And they wistfully wander when the sun shows its might
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Their songs are as sweet as the warm glows of June
And their form is as soft as a old womans tune
Their wishes may be the most honest of all
But the windmills must hear the winds wandering call
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To know of the twists of a wandering wind
Is to know the true essence of the one we call Him
And to feel his breath upon your sweet face 
Is to uncover the truth about our time and our space
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The winds of change will die down almost soon
And the silence of the night will rule with the moon
Yet the shifts of the breeze will linger in sight
Until the dawn of the day shines golden and bright
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These words are just a cover of a heartbeat for you
This song is a dream of a love broke in two
But a love that is lost is a love at least had
And to have loved one like you makes my heart more than sad
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HJCS
Train from Edinburgh to Manchester
Sunday 4 Decemer 2011
2:30pm

Beginnings

I'm going to write something down sometime, just trying to think what. I think what I'll do is put up some old lyrics and lines from over the last 5 years. They've sat on my phone and it's starting to get heavy. I can feel them weighing it down in my pocket, dragging me down to the ground. I haven't even begun and I'm already sounding like a melodramatic moron with a childish taste for self-indulgence. I warn you, this is most likely what you'll come across here - so if you don't want to hear my ramblings then please, feel free to go.