Cast the boat off from the dock
We could see the village hall
The tower and the clock
Until we reached the waterfall
And then everything's a hazy blur
Passing down this course inside
January's River sends a shiver up your spine
Where you can find between two stars
A heaven without end
Or what you left behind on the path
Waitin' 'round the bend
Somebody's watch chimes in the dark
Enemy or friend ?
They threw all their calendars away
There're thousands of them here
At least one for every year
Floating in a circle on the bay 
Revolving on an ebbing tide 
Time is on its side
A rainbow in a mist of warm impermanence
The waking dream 
Of just a moment more
While a blue you can't define disappears
Ears to the floor
20,000 leagues
Souvenirs of December
Always remember

River of January

In a recent garden the story unfolded
Every piece of furniture had a number on a post-it
Summertime hits town in Regent's park they're setting up for 12th night
But will we ever find each other now
Once in a while eye contact to smile in just 3 nano-seconds
With details on the seeds of laughter here's ....
Cut to street, reporter still in tears

Through this earth pushed the plants she grew and I sat down to watch her
Between white washed walls with tea for two and something free took root there
Back across the channel change the channel for a harvest
that was trod to wine in bathtubs with bare feet
Pictures have shown them walking alone across the land of angels
With the latest here's our bureau chief
First it's trees then it's blue
An easy breeze blows through the streets of Notting Hill

Seventies in London sunlight streams into a station
Arrivals blend, the underground, the circle line temptations
Then jump the tracks two points fly back
Stare at deserted platforms
Where vines have covered all their ancient steps

In Richmond today the inquest gave way to sudden revelation
Developping
Our correspondant adds : first it's green, then it's blue, an easy breeze blows through

London In The 70s

The long road home and a voice that talks until it can't go on
Walked all the way from St Maurice to Rome on the edge of a song
I thought about it daily for two years
The way we circled around up in the clouds holding our tongues
So busy on the ground
While knowing that relief could turn to fear
Or those words we long to hear

And the rolling suitcase draws on the rue de Bethune
Neighbours put their clothes on for sunrise is soon

Easy to forget you're tied up fast in something so immense
Rushing conclusions, turbulence and sweat
Crossing the last fence
I thought about it daily for two years
You played me like a puppet and I you
Then cut the cord watched raised arms disappear
Just counting on your fingers up to five
Suddenly you're still alive

And the rolling suitcase draws on the rue de Bethune
Angels put their robes on and tumble into the skies over you
This guy's over you
And the rolling suitcase draws on

They have no idea what you're gonna do
A slate that's wiped clear and every morning new
Waiting right here, where I waited for you

I thought about it daily for three years
Descending stairs with just one thing in sight
Criss cross of wires
The timing's never right
A photograph from when we didn't know
The whole thing's about to blow

And the rolling suitcase draws on the Rue de Bethune
Neighbours put their clothes on and their earplugs in too
They've had it wtih you
They've had it with you
And the rolling suitcase..... angels... robes ... sunrise ...

Rue de Bethune

The  lights are moving fast and the highway is glowing
While in this hotel far from home we stall
Could it be that we still don't really know each other after all?

Doublechecked the mirror from both sides now
Gathered the corners and swallowed her gown
Let's go drowning in a hot sea of impressions
Take us down to The Long Forgetting
It's not like anything we ever knew  before

When I think back to arrivals and the struggle of getting through to you
A propellor flight by night over the islands to Aarhus

Now strangers are alighting in old friends' shoes
And there's some dude behind the curtain in the hall
With everybody searching madly for somebody to accuse
In The Long Forgetting
It's not like anything we ever knew before
Phantom hearts are out there 
Treading along the wall

Now rice is scattered over every empty church yard
And no one heard the sermon or the bell
Wiped the dirt from her hands upon leaving
Or knew him well

The scene, the screen, the blue marines and extras followed you
And though no one rolled the credits when you got done
Or displaced the faces painted by the old masters
One's The Long Forgetting
Two's the wake of memories you never knew before
Three's a pilgrim stepping up to four

A 12 Step Programme

The Long Forgetting

Let's make a movie down in Rio de Janeiro, Cinelandia
And forget about the meetings with the Pharaoh in Alexandria
Play every bar in Corcovado

She wore a bracelet now a tshirt from the weekend wraps her soul in grey
Would let a sole embrace shake off a weakened spirit's rancor
But its just another day on the Avenida Rio Branco

Tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim

We'd curse at winds taking two ships off course at nighttime
So of course they blew
Carrying the faintest hint of freshly lit tobacco
And that strange perfume
No one's turning to look back now it's not me it's not you....

My Space Album

Who's gonna play Orpheus now?

Summertime rolls in again
The  weekends fly past on the wind
A pulse divides and subdivides today into tomorrow

Heartbeat at the magic gate
Where every moment's innocent
Just cast your gaze around you in surprise
It's time to follow a path to a lake

Summertime

Wild waters are all our eyes can see
Walking the path along the border checking every frequency
This device ought to pick up the signal, faintest breeze

Got in a lot of fights but I never saw you winning
I telephoned down to the engine room
No one ever answered
Calling all the bets but you never rake the chips in
With that inside strait still waiting

Just like you wondering when the postcard will arrive
Let's not mistake a faked vacation
She breaks away and lives her life in another nation
And turns the dial to what's inside

A truckload of bricks in the soft light of morning
And hardly any warning 
No faith relies on
The wireless is down and in the distance 
We read the smoke on the horizon

I saw her today at the reception
fighting with the tension
While outside the drugstore the glass of wine they placed all their bets on
In shards along the sidewalk

And wild waters as far as eyes can see
In calmer times I sought them out, but now they come for free
At the end of the struggle the promise to get just what you need

It's not just some stray arrow from an archer firing his bow skyward
The range is narrow
And reaches through to this transistor
I never thought I'd miss her
By so much as if in a play
On wavelength and time

Between the mountain peaks the sines
Where the pilgrims pray
Transmissions from each station climb
Meet me under the arch
Sticks and stones and joy in your heart
As springtime arrives
Strange connections oceans apart
And here comes the rain
The river bank sings under the strain
The heavy waters of march
Just to feel it again

The Reception

Contact

With winter roaring
Curtains drawing in
A dark horizon fills the frame
I checked the flame on the last candle once again
And realized that you’re in the same boat 
I read the letter that you wrote about getting better
How the ink has faded on that note

Running underground like in the war
We won’t abandon hope
A tunnel for the great escape
Digging madly for tomorrow
I woke in horror with the way blocked
And find out you hit the same rock
Made to measure
Echoes of that shock ring on forever
The 3rd of never on the sands of time
Under pressure
Slowly came together
Shared this diamond

There’s the buried treasure we were searching for our whole lives through
It’s a point for refined pleasure in this cold and bare economy so crude

So fire up those engines without smoke
Tie the knot in the rope

And at dinner the silence fell around us like a fog getting thinner
Or a voice over the wireless 
And it's years that I'll be with her
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream about beginners swimming upstream 
In an ark of weather forecasts and sinners
We often miss the mark
Forgive us

Winter (The Way Home)

A continuous yet discrete function how could it be?   
Wave or particle, just say Yes

John (X)

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