Lazy Orbit

Holy Fall

More Than 4

This pale pure horizon
Is beauty to trace
Lying soft with the sunrise
Caressing your face

This structural stranger
Gives birth to chrome
A mechanical mantra
To cage us alone

Yet here we unite
In our dawn dance of sight
Fresh as the first day in Eden

Green fields to grey
Garden to grave

In each ear the whisper
That talks of two and free
In every heart the pining
For one identity

Yet still the olds persuade
With words of certainty
That the animal within shall win
The touch of ones body

So should sanity sedate
Or talk trade my soul
I shall declare the one truth I have known

She has an aura
She has the bluest sky
For she has not faded
Back into this night

Long may you shine

Aura

Its twenty to nine
If you must know the time
In the abandoned ballroom

Though your sanitys at stake
There's still plenty of cake
In the abandoned ballroom

Spinsters with trinkets
Wrestle Pavlovian misfits
To secure their favourite tune
In the abandoned ballroom

Everyday is another sad parade

The Arkhan, Hokey-Cokey
The Yalli, Hully-Gully
A Charleston Ballet will suffice
(In fact its very nice)

When tubas made of yuba
Woodwind and strings
Are playing some of our favorite things
(Please dont complain
Less your name be above the door)

For the first dance I shall take the hand
Of the one who never loved me
I shall know where I stand
In a wedding dress fit for a princess
But made by a crone

For the last dance I shall take the hand
Of the only one who loved me and say
This is where I stand
With morals and principles
Percentages and decimals and a swig
I mean a sip

Everyday a little more decays

But my dears......

Everything's fine
It's only twenty to nine
We have sherry and wine
A little turpentine to soften your palette

Gotta get out of the habit
Of reciting those words I heard as a youngster
Pawning them off as my own to another
Though heavens above one should have something to say
Before you reach the grave

In the abandoned ballroom
Who is this black suit taking my hand?

The Abandoned Ballroom

I dont really know you and
You dont really know me
We're just two other people
Looking for some company

We both like a good time
Like to feel that we're free
Never turn down an invite
To another party

We're both searching for something
We might never find
So we just keep on looking
Enjoying the ride

But When the pennies are all spent and
We've exausted the thrills
We're just tired and start worrying 
About all the bills

But hey thats us humans
A strange crowd to say the least
Who'd have known you'd get such a laugh
From flesh and bone, from blood and meat

But you my dear are kindness
You smile and look alive
The perfect little broadcast
Of what we hide inside

Aint it so strange
How it all comes together
When your out on your own
At the end of your tether

Then again on reflection 
Its never really like that is it?
Imperfections always traided 
For another soul misfit

But here we are in this moment
The beauty and the beast
I won't start asking astrology
Or the five and the three

I'd like to make a propisition
From one stranger to another
That we hold this moment in our hearts
As to a best friend, as to a lover

For we all know life's a funny thing
Full of beauty, heartache and fear
We're all trying to find our place in the fog
Whilst retaining all we hold dear

On that premise lets not concieve 'alone'
For a shared heart can always be found
In that one piece we all feel we're missing
And the hope it'll one day be found

So if life ever gets too heavy and
Feels like its dragging you down
Dont get caught up in the feeling baby
Dont put on a frown

When you feel like you've lost your calling and
Its tearing you apart
Rest your weary head against my heart

When you feel like you've reached the finished line
But your head is still at the start
Just rest your weary head against my heart

Darling rest your weary head against my heart

Rest Your Weary Head Against My Heart

The building is an eye sore
A reminder of better days
The councIl said they'd tear it down
Another promise made
So it stays

The children play out late on the street
The only place they know they can meet
And not give thought to what it all means
Just dealing lifelines and trading dreams

I've been making plans to leave this town for years
But something always comes up, I wake and find I'm still here

That's ok, all is fine
It's good to have a friend on the end of the line
It's a comfort to know that when I put down the phone
I'm not too far from home
When we meet at the end of the road

Cos its a local town for local people
Who speak the truth and hear no evil
All our needs are met

Thinking back to when I was younger
The places I missed
A life that was fuller
I guess we've all got regrets

But that's ok
All is well
They've got karaoke tonight down at The Bell
Its a comfort to know there's still somewhere to go
When your tired and feeling old
Looking back at the end of the road


End Of The Road

Tuesday

Fireworks and Dragonflies
(A Dream Of The Burning Thistle)


Boom boom heartbeat baby
Bang bang fireworks and dragonflies
Sledges and snow falling
Daddys tobacco in babys eyes

All together and warm
Mummy loves her son
I'm alive

Christmas eve pantomimes
Angels are watching at Easter time
The girl with the long brown hair
Climbs her tree, holds me without a care

I don't want to grow old
So I dance in the show and
The music carries me

A house by the sea and the desert at night
Cry for the clouds and the memory of flight
Basketball hoops and spaceships above
Home is a place so far away from here

I saw you sitting in the sun
Playing cards with the devil
Farewell the English rose
Sleep with the burning thistle

Your ashes we'll scatter
On the seeds of your sons
Who'll rise on the morning of the maker
Then the Earth will be one

But it was only a fantasy
It was only a waking dream
Little boy superstar feels a little blue
Wake up sleepy head we've got a party to go to

Fireworks and Dragonflies

I wouldn't die for love
Though I would lie to save my love
From the devil and the dark

Although we've had enough
He's still not given up

Please don't take my love from me

You've been breaking bread
With the sullen and unkempt
You have made your bed
In the stoic arms of regret

Still you see the warning
As the day is dawning
Take pride for hurt
But please don't take my love from me..

Tuesday

Christopher Woolf