Git Down (guitar groupie)
I was born in the shadow of the factory I'd be working
For me and my brother, there was nowhere else to go
I married a local boy in 1947
His hands were rough but his eyes were kind
And I knew our love would grow
From my eyes to the river
From the river to the sea
From the sea to the drkening clouds
From the sky back down to me
Follow my tears....
We sailed for New Zealand, I was carrying our second daughter
And there on the dockside, I never knew they were last goodbyes
The first time I saw Wellington my heart would not stop racing
We had come hal
For me and my brother, there was nowhere else to go
I married a local boy in 1947
His hands were rough but his eyes were kind
And I knew our love would grow
From my eyes to the river
From the river to the sea
From the sea to the drkening clouds
From the sky back down to me
Follow my tears....
We sailed for New Zealand, I was carrying our second daughter
And there on the dockside, I never knew they were last goodbyes
The first time I saw Wellington my heart would not stop racing
We had come hal
Ashen
The flower spreads, and wisdom staggers clue disperses
moreover sense has melt away unintentious, but with great effect
"Motionless attitude, never selfmade attitude fearful,
common laziness, fearfully conscientious never ever consciousness,
consciousness is fear frostbitten sight, obstructive spite: be eternally received..."
These thoughts, they cross the crumbling sky,
the nearing end is their impulse fulmination fills the air,
a flower of sound takes over
"Ants inside the head paralyze the head
close up and pass by, eternal will:
to deny under glass, to be and stay..."