Water Clock

No life on the road it's dead
There'll be an opening here
In a couple of years
So I pick up the phone instead
Reach for a smile
At the things that we said

And pretend
We're back at where we started 
And we're doing it all again
With a slip of the tongue 
And a slip of the pen
This is where it all comes from 
And this is how it ends
In a couple of words
But now we're making amends

There's a frequency up ahead
It's a region of space
In a uniform shape
I'm gonna spend the whole afternoon in bed
Summoning words
That are lying in wait

Making Amends (feat. Lisa Lombardi)

I need the moon tonight
I know you’ve always been there
Climb up to the roof
Get a little bit closer
Why wouldn’t you want to?

The city holds her breath
Holds her arms outstretched

For the fables that remain
I know you’ll always be there
It's quiet upon the roof
We're just a little bit closer
And a little bit wiser

The city holds her breath
Holds her arms outstretched

Beneath the lives we keep
Inside
Demolishing our feelings
In the Lighthouse
In the night sky
Floating on a trail of danger

When I read the news I stopped
And something different started
The city is a map
This is where we close our eyes and
Open them so heavy hearted

The city holds her breath
And holds our arms outstretched

Beneath the lives we keep
Inside
Deposit all our feelings
In the Lighthouse
In the night sky
Floating on a trail of danger

In between the lives we keep

Get Closer

Forms of action

Keep the buildings low and clever
Made of wood and stone
Side by side at first but after that
You’re on your own

Listen to the teller read your embers
In a pot
A medium will tell you what
A monologue cannot

And you will see your name in a curious hierarchy

Where the human tale survives
In an eerie world of grace
And many million lives
In a tumbling tumbling turn through space

Metal tops the woodbare ridge
With hollow rocks and mines
We are the last humans you will see for quite some time

I can take you to the border
And into the unknown
Passengers at first
But after that you’re on your own

Chase the bus
Wave goodbye
Bracken breathes green steam
No need for food
Or riverblood
We have everything we need

Where the human tale survives…

Forms Of Action

Drawing Board

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Dressed up against the cold 
Under a red blue sky
We can breathe the same air forever
When we’re standing side by side
It's a miracle that we're born
Don't you ever stop asking why
It's a miracle to be here
and it's a miracle that we die

No design
We are infinity
Holding onto a sign 
We’re unable to see
No design
We are infinity

Pressed up against the earth
Waiting in single file
On the edge of laughter
We talk and we take a while
And I fully left the ground
Confronted by the sound
Tongues and throats were singing
And mouths in a melting smile

There is a photograph of the truth
And all the people in it agree
I have a quiet belief in who you are
You have a quiet belief in me
Picture the coming years
It's where the future and past reside
It's a miracle to be here
And it's a miracle that we die

Fall Back In

These leaves are rotten, 
It's how they've gotten, 
No need for decomposition. 
Out through the nose 
Until it explodes, 
Each one far worse than the last. 

The rest is yet to come, 
So pull another one.


Fall

I wake up to a sight that I can't see
Now that you're four and twenty hours away from me
So put me in a Samsonite and on a plane
I can hold my breath for half a day but twelve hours remain

From the street I will take a jump into the air
Stick around and remain hanging up there
'Til the world I know has disappeared 

I wake up to a back that I can't touch
In a room I can't remember occupying all that much
So put me in a Samsonite and on a plane
I can hold my breath for half a day but twelve hours remain


Bodybag

Pitchblend

There's a virgo slant
To the scorpio
In a thousand people
There are more than you know

Took a wooden lift
To the fourteenth floor
Sometimes we want a quiet night
Sometimes we want war

A hundred behind
And a thousand before

Took a resting latch
To a copper key
Left the lights on low
So we could hear ourselves breath

Show me how to kill
Show me how to cure
We can think ourselves vicious
We can think ourselves pure

A hundred behind
And a thousand before

There's a splintered rope
In a resting coil
You can set the moth traps
But your clothes will still spoil

Took a wooden lift
To the whispering light
Sometimes it's gotta feel wrong
And then it feels right

A hundred behind
And way out of sight

Virgo Slant

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Heliopause

Slow life, slow days
Lost count of the ways to do nothing
Give it a solid three-star rating
Pick up the phone and

Check for lights
It’s a beautiful sight when they’re flashing
But it’s an all familiar feeling
Now we’re peeling the hours away

The tip 
Of the pyramid meets
The base right here
And they act surprised 

When they find out
That they can’t steer a course
To a compromise

But it’s all there
And some of the doors have been sealed shut
Fused or broken
Bad luck

Fair’s fair
I’m not really sure I’m just making it up
The cells are plans 
They come unstuck
The cells are plans 
They come unstuck

Alright, OK
Lost track of the days 
We’ve been counting
Give it a name instead of waiting
Pick up a book

And put it down
It’s a luxury sound
That you’re hearing
This could be a solid object forming
Another diamond for your display

Check for Lights

Been away for a time
Everyone thinks that they know where you are
Is it a getaway car?

There are oceans of earth
Beyond the lines that we've drawn in the dirt
Feeling better by far

And I don't care if the postcard's small
And you bullet-point your messages to me
Let me know what the weather's like
On the open road that winds its way from thee

Scanning the page
Looking down looking up looking down
Cutting carefully round

The column inches I've found
Hold them up to the light of the winter
That's coming around

Flying Chance

Happiness holds my tongue and draws a breath
Where words once poured themselves like cream
Repairs a wound and binds the skin and binds the skin

Presently I'm halfway there and half of all that's left remains
And will remain forever maybe more and maybe more?

So it pleases me to say that underground I won't remain
For plants can always fix the nitrogen with all the rain with all the rain

Happiness Holds My Tongue

Written on 9th January, using a cajón, a cigarette lighter and a guitar.

One Man's Whistle

Separate by one degree
Just how close you get to me
Sit and watch the way I feel
Come and keep me company

We disappear for days
Into another world
There's nothing left to say
There's no one left to hold

Speed it up or slow it down
Walk away or stick around
Separate by one degree
Just how close you get to me

These Days Are Just Packed

We’re setting off again
Not sure if we should
Watched by the horizon closely
Following the moon and all its plans
With a map drawn in the sand

Illustrate your choice
Hold your magic wand
There’s no doubt that you’re serious
Big fish, little pond
I understand, as we all do

(We’re) back to the rescue x 5

There’s a face in the background
On a photograph I’ve found
No resolution, colour, nor a sound
And the memory makes way
You pull up a chair and stay
Filling in the spaces, turning them into places x 2

We’ll rest for half the night
Move on when it gets light
Dawn breaks bringing fire to the sky and all its friends
And all its friends
When the nightingale ascends

I’ve seen Exodus in dreams
And I’m quite sure what it means
There’s no doubt that you’re serious
There’s no doubt you’re extreme
I understand, as we all do

Luke Woodward

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