The Adventure in her Eyes

Voice Notes Noir - RMX

Witness

Jealous Youth

The moon reassures us and keeps us in balance.

At the Moonlight

At The Moonlight - KRT Production

Gamma Wave

If your love should end today
Just dry up & blow away
I want to be the last to know

If your smiles aren’t all they seem
If I’m living in a dream
I want to be the last to know

Go tell your Mother first
Go tell your Father first
Go tell your Sister first
Go tell your Brother first
Go tell your best friend first
Go tell your hairdresser first

Take your time & make the rounds
Cos every stolen moment counts
I want to be the last to know

The Fool

The first time I saw you
There were Angels over you
The first time I saw you
There was hope, & I saw

Angels in the sky
Over you, & I saw
Meadows in your eyes
Skies of blue, & I saw

Little Devils close behind
Little Devils, little hearts, little minds

The next time I saw you
There were vultures over you
The next time I saw you
It was cold, & I heard

Rumours in the night
Tales of cruel angry mobs
Running through the night
Looking for you, & I thought

Those Devils can’t be far behind
Those little Devils, little hearts, little minds

The last time I saw you
There were gallows over you
The last time I saw you
There was a  rope, & I saw

Angels in the sky
Over you, & I saw
Meadows in your eyes
Your eyes of blue, & I saw

Little Devils close behind
Little Devils, little hearts, little minds

American Suicide

Having loved, having lost
My tomorrow
Having paid such a cost
I walked in sorrow
Felt my teardrops harden into frost
Wrapped my arms around myself
I found my faith on Baxter Road
Having lost everything else

Having beat, having blown
Pipe & tabor
Having marched, having mown
Down my neighbour
Having burned him out of house & home
Having learned that lesson well
I found my faith on Baxter Road
Having lost everything else

Having witnessed her zeal
& all her talent
Having seen her take the field
On her stallion
Having heard the bells of Heaven peel
Heard them way down there in Hell
I found my faith on Baxter Road
Having lost everything else.

Baxter Road

I debark from the Silhouette into this fractured place
Time of flight undefined cross infinite space
From the Seahorse Valley to the Amsterdam Gate
Orders from His Central Force, oh, it’s right there in the name

I am held by the border guards, though I could easily escape
All these lonely men, all these rules they make
They examine my documents, which they assume to be fake
None have ever seen a stamp in that shape
And the room is filled with refugees from the war
And the soldiers all look hungry & bored

A child at a campsite on a mountain of waste
Cradling the listless form of a newborn babe
She stares at my headdress, my arbeloi and chain,
My copper spurs, and a smile conquers her face
Cross a congeries of broken worlds we ride
And the clouds are swole with flood rains & pride

They call me Chalcedony, but what’s in a name?
I am greeted with warmth when I arrive without pain
A little grill for my picnic of eel at the palace cascade
Blanket covered in hairs from Spondee’s hoary mane
On the tidal rings of Fornax swings the Lord
& His Angels all look deadly & bored.

Chalcedony 2

In dreams of ages lost
You’ve cast your longing gaze across
Your gaze across ages lost
Mountains past numbering
Her eye the only moving thing
The only thing, a moving thing

She has this look upon her face
The kind that shines as it betrays
But it should come as no surprise
It’s the adventure in her eyes

A child with golden hair
Her face a blank, her ankles bare
She leads about, she leads about
A coal-black billygoat
A tether round his tender throat
She reads aloud, she reads aloud

The text already on the page
The vexing riddle of the age
Already answered and the prize
Is the adventure in her eyes

Meet me in Paris
Follow the King’s Highway
Let your heart melt in the rain

Meet me in Paris
When all is said & done
I’ll have joined the CIA
& I’ll be wearing a Fedora
& I’ll have a gun

A realm without a king
Beyond the edge of everything
Everything, everything
Your love is waiting there
With eagle feathers in her hair
In her hair, waiting there

You’re standing naked and amazed
The plains of Asia in her gaze
Alive and high and mesmerised
By the adventure in her eyes.

Meet Me In Paris

December has become a bit of a dark period remembering people I've lost so the composition reflects the melancholy while also reflecting the great memories I had with them (so not all gloomy). First time I've composed something with/for cello and violin using software instruments - so hopefully one day with real instruments. Happy 2025!

Photography: Lisa Fotios / Pixels: https://www.pexels.com/@fotios-photos/

American Suicide

Ordinary Rabbit