New songs, that were released in the second half of 2023. Taken from the albums, Sponges and More Sponges. I Am The Walrus [E.P], The Mist [E.P], and also the album Sparks.




2023: Ridden by the Witches of the Night

I Am The Walrus [The Beatles Cover]

Abbey Road Medley [The Beatles Cover]

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's a bottle to drink when you need it?
Where's a father to set you to task?
Where's a mother, who's there with a pass?

There's a field full of flowers and grass.
Let's just say that it's somewhere in England.

Maybe warmth from the sun of the day.
Radiates from the Earth as if dreaming.

There's a crow watching you from a fence.
No way for you to guess what he's thinking.

You, yourself, are just there, sitting around.
Devoted to, just The Crow, just the thinking.

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obviously seen.
An extraneous mass, which requires; a task.
Hey, ho, away we go!

There's a field framed with oak trees and beach.
Let's face facts that it's somewhere in England.

And the hum of the birds and the bees.
Fills you up in the still of the evening.

Oh, the tumbling cascading downs.
Are a never-ending dream of England.

That's it, boy, take a good look round.
(it's the last chance you'll get)
While the crows just sit watching and waiting.

Yet, insert in this scene international schemes.
Which the men undertake, for generals on the make.
Like a madman; half baked.
Stepping stones on a lake.
Oh no, down we go.

There's an old station there in the town.
Full of old iron keys and such sundries.

And the wood there is aged and careworn.
And the empire remains in the features. 

There's a comfort in old-fashioned things.
Reminding us that we're deeply rooted.

To a time and a place and scene.
(a time and a place and a scene)
But a murder of crows could remove it. 
(a time and a place and a scene)

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obliquely seen.
An external great mass, which requires a task.
Which you must undertake,
with forbearance and haste.
Oh no, down we go. 

Haul the sails, and set the course,
we're sailing out to sea.
Those in the midship, chart the course,
the route that's planned for we.
Set the tiller.
Haul the sail.
Chart the course.
Or else...
we'll fail.

Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's the time that you wasted on dreaming?
Where's the friends that you need by your side?
Passing by just along for a ride. 

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this could be the making of you.
Oh, no need for delay.
The whole nation expects such great things for you.

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this should be the making of you.
Oh, no need for dismay.
The whole nation expects such great things of you.
For England.

Where's your God? Can he keep you alive?
Where's your God? what? is anyone winning?
When your God is a dream for the spring.
Where's he now? amongst most other things?

Where's your God now your lain on the grass?
Where's your God while you lay out here dying?
Where's your God now that nobody knows?
That you're lying in a field full of crows. 

Oh, those were the days,
Oh, they're really a testament to you.
Oh, surrounded by crows,
Crows are suddenly circling you.
For England!



The Crows


Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.

Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.

After some broken sleep I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.

I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.

Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.

Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold. 

These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.

These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.

Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you. 

Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...

...Wasted words I can only share, 
with the power flowing through your golden hair.

These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.

The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.

Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night. 
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.


Ghostman of the Night

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

Don't wanna give your days away?
What has tomorrow got to do with yesterday?
So why go on wasting your time?
Waiting for some new event to crop up down the line .

Beyond the shining place and living by the sea.
Your destination, feels no further on to me.

Just like a dead cat by the road.
Who should of stayed home and just done as he was told.
The same old spin on your mistakes.
Nobody is watching you, until you drop the plate.
Why can't we just leave well alone.
Up to here with forking out, not sharing up the load.
Wait... What? Were we supposed to grow?
Missed out on the walking part went running in the snow.

Somewhere between welcoming and living in disgrace.
Between an elephant and a bird in a cage. 

You need warm weather to go swimming in the sea.
You need an umbrella to have something to leave. 
You need a hitch to take the opportunities.
Drag them up again.
Out of luck again.
Pig in muck again.
Guess what? Look again.

It's just your standard forked road.
The devil making this deal he is keeping his eyes closed.
A promise made you never keep.
A mistep taken which could even make a father weep.

When you are older you avoid a bended knee.
But, then again, it's easier for simplicity.

You need warm weather to go swimming in the sea.
You need an umbrella to have something to leave. 
You need a hitch to take the opportunities.
Drag them up again.
Pass the buck again.
Pig in muck again.
Guess what? Look again.

Drag Them Up (Part One)

Just for a bit of fun. Played it in C like the Beatles did originally, didn't try be too exact.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed.
Misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree.
I mean, it must be high or low.
That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always know, sometimes think it's me 
But you know, I know when it's a dream.
I think I know, I mean, ah, Yes. 
But it's all wrong.
That is, I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Strawberry Fields Forever [The Beatles Cover]

Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee 
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

A laughing stock. 
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts. 
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?

Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win. 
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus. 
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.

I go to ground, then I hear you speak.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)

Sister, Mother, Mary


Oh, you wake.
From your sleep.
In the morning. 
Like a normal human being.
Then you take.
Intent: to keep.
Without warning. 
There's no thought of which to speak.

Oh, you don't have much to think about. 
Not gonna think it out. 
You're not gonna think about it now.
You never seem to worry out. 
All these things I worry about.
Everything is easy and boring.

Oh, you fake! 
Satin sleek.
Pressed up, meek. 
Never dawning.
Controlled. Safe.
Intent: to seek.
Rumpelstiltskin.
Just a golden bull.

Oh, and while you throw your weight about.
Others have to act it out. 
Others have to act it all strong.
You never seem to work it out. 
All these things I worked around. 
Everything is easy and wrong.

Float by on zephyrs incomplete. 
Too weak.
The high tide took you from your fleet. 
Floating.
Arrive a minute past the time. 
Unwise.
A hand that wouldn't hold the line. 
Drowning.
A toe that strayed an inch offside. 
Denied. 
No hidden hole in which to hide. 
Charming.

Oh, you fall. 
To your knees.
In the end.
Beg forgiveness from all.
Hypocrite. 
You intend to last. 
A borrowed past.
Salient witness.

Oh, you don't have much to think about. 
Not gonna think it out. 
You're not gonna think about it now.
You never seem to worry out. 
All these things I worry about. 
Everything is easy and boring.

Rumpelstiltskin slink about. 
Others have to act it out.
Others have to act for too long.
You never seemed to work it out. 
All these things I worked without.
Everything too easy and wrong.

Too weak.
Floating.
Unwise.
Drowning.
Denied. 
Charming.

Rumpelstiltskin

For all good that it ever did you.
Uselessly competing, now you're through. (As you do)
Cooking this up, just wishing, it's a task.
Kicking it up and screaming for the laughs. (Early bath)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or above the fringes.
Underneath this mask, you're just a sponge. (Just a sponge)

For all the good that trying did for me.
Uselessly denying myself things. (Trying to win)
Cleverness can be its own downfall.
Killing off endeavour in it all. (You just stall)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or below the fringes.
Underneath this face, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge) 

For all your golden talk of Kathmandu.
Underneath, there's nothing you can do. (How'd you do)
Cuckolded by anyone who dared.
Killing Fields have ruffled your blonde hair. (Not a care)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over and above the minimum.
Underneath the soap, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge)

You were wasted from the very start.
Opened up too much from the heart.
Underneath the scum, there's only sponge. (You're just a sponge)

Haul yourself up.
From the bottom we plunge.
From the depths it must be so.

We fight, we die, we all must go.
There you fall, the riverflow.

Sponge

What a funny thing. 
There's memories.
That you've never mentioned before.
Oh, it's a laughable, poor melody.
That this songbird has in store.

A curse on your lies.
A curse on your soul.
A curse on your eyes.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Oh, if dredging up was a skill to bring.
Then you'd bring it down in spades.
But the truth is only some shit within.
Can't be of any help, too late..

A curse on your shy.
A curse on your sham.
A curse which you'd deny.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

You dont get to own it all.
This one is not for you.
No lies you tell can get you in.
No dear, there's only two.

A curse on you fake.
A curse on your words.
A curse on your drink.
A curse on your spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Spiral Staircase

When I was young, 
Could not read the signs.
Could not see behind eyes.
Need to hear things.
What was left for me?

Out on the road.
People let go.
It's not that they know,
Anything you don't.
Wisdom in jest, you see.

Oh! "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.

Mind: Follow me.
We'll stare at these stars.
That's a planet, it's Mars.
Not that you care.
Can't avoid destiny.

Home is a place.
Where you collect things.
To place inside tins.
Until you lose them.
For all eternity.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I put that away.
Girl, you should do too.

There's just you and your own.
All you people are dead to me.

Oh, "when I was a child."
Forget that one. Boy.
Not important to you.

Just a word in your ear.
All you people are dead to me.

A look from out.
The side of an eye.
A moment to spy.
Whats behind them.
However, fleeting.

A silent dig.
Inside of the mind.
Beside enemy's lines.
Nothing to bind them.
Yes, I'll be leaving.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I thought as such.
I was naught but a fool.

I discovered, too late.
Mostly.
People, they are dead to me.

Oh, "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.













All You People Are Dead To Me

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

Only small bits emerge from the mist.
Where's the mind been hit? years of insanity.
The best ones have only good intentions.
But they're not strong. Curse your humanity.
A loud sound from somewhere within you.
It's not allowed, a strain on the sinew.
A burden and you're a latecomer.
A silence crept right in among us.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks.
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist castaway now, for better or worse.

A stormy horizon.
May offer some truth.
An escape from the silence,
A room with a roof.
A glint in the corner of any minds eye.
But no, somethings missing, it's all been a lie.

Oh we fall out, the cloudy abyss.
Trudging wet legs, down from the mist.
Hang your ceiling, spongy wet moss.
Girl I'm no fool,  no one's my boss.
No good longing, life passes by.
Some weeks turn to years, we all use our eyes.
A plain daunting, return to a home.
To seek more time, stuck out alone.

A seat where you sit,
and just stare into space.
A friend that's gone missing.
You must have a case.
The tacit acceptance of any old lie.
The mist can appear in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's they drew, on the edges of the maps.
Who refused to submit? Who refused what they lacked?
The laughs of the sailors who'd been there before.
A knife in The Temple, you know what's in store.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
On the road.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
Down the road.

Only some bits, emerge from the mist.
As your mind flits, back into sanity.
The worst things, happen to people.
Forget your middle class apathy.
See you, I know what you're thinking.
Not clever, what's with the drinking?
A mean look, in your minds eye.
The years roll, life passed you by.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks,
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist, castaway now, for better or worse.

The small bits, that emerge from the mist.
The mind takes its hits, proof or profanity.
The best one, only good intentions.
But not strong, curse my humanity.
A quiet voice from somewhere within you.
Say's no more. not what I'm into.
No burden, forge into winter.
The mist rolls. The mist that you enter.


The Mist

Boomshanka.
Bazooka.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.

Ravi Shankar.
Oil tanker.
Covid booster.
Tik Tokker.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I think no.

Rich man.
Fake tan.
Shadow ban.
Hangman.
Just yeah.

Dismisser.
Home improver.
School gate.
Kitchen chooser.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I...
Walk around this place, and I go...
Wander round this town I just go... no.

Oh, you Kate Bush.
Hindu Kush.
No rush.
Soft mush.
Oh, yeah.

Graduator.
Mediator.
Coupon saver.
Salivater.
Yeah.

I wander around this town and I think, not.

Oh, you pound shop.
Line trotter.
Wild eyed.
Harry Potter 
Yeah.

Lee Sharp.
Mott the Hoople.
Gary Cooper.
Storm trooper.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I...
Walk around this place, and I go...
Walk around this town, and I got.... nowt.

David Bowie.
All knowing.
Uncensored.
Tits showing.
Yeah.

Cocaine.
Brain drain.
Insane.
Michael Caine.
Oh, yeah.

Leftover.
Passover.
Hot stuff.
You're dog rough.
Oh, yeah.

Plastic blender.
Gift sender.
Gender bender.
Rabid dog.
Oh, yeah.

Michael Jackson.
Heart Attack.
Neil Buchanan.
Art attack.
Just... yeah.

Boomshanka.
Belly Dancer.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.


This Town

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompense.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else it's a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

Forty-One

Nor blanket of kindness, nor blanket of snow.
Covers me whole. Makes no inroads from...
The giant black smoke stack that bellows and blows.
Oh, how it blows. 
Blows out and blows.

Oh, please, oh, please.
Save me, from me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, from being me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
Eloise. Come with me.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise, we could be...
So happy you joined us, though you're rather late.
Honey, please, Set me free.
Now eat everything that we put on your plate.
On my knees, work with me.

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me from just me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, save me, save me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Now I'm walking and talking.
And barely forestalling this breakdown.
Won't come free.
Eloise, in the garden of love.
I walk and I talk.
And say all the words I'm supposed to say now.
Alter me. 
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Some sort of third verse that explains the first two.
Eloise. Follow me?
The storm in your mind can't contain what you do.
Eloise. Follow me?

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, only me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, me, me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.

I'm walking, I'm baulking.
I'm right on the edge of a breakdown.
From the fee.
Eloise. Eloise  Eloise.
I can't walk, and I can't talk.
I can't alter the words that you say now.
Fancy free. 
Eloise. 
In your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise in your garden of love.











Eloise

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

Hold me so close, don't you ever let go.
We both knew this ship had been loaded too low.
There's a sign somewhere saying we entered here at our own risk.
Oh, hold me, but let out the rope.
Just holding back from abysses and lows.
I'll keep you away from the things that I see when I'm down...

Shoulders upright, as the world hacks away, at my roots as I stumble and fall along the way.
Who's to pick me up off of the floor at the end of the night.
I'll face up to forever and go.
Out in the world full of confidence, knowing.
Always some hole I can crawl into when I'm back down....

All complicit, at the end of the day.
So easy to chase.
It's hard to admit that I'm wrong.
When I'm wrong.
The tossing and turning of turbulent night.
We all start to swing when we're losing the fight, and we're wrong.
And we're wrong...

Hold me so close, don't you ever let go.
The winter winds bite and the shadows they grow.
The walls that we build up will flatten the bridges we mend.
So just kiss me and never let go.
I'll hold your head when you're laid in the snow.
You just ignore anything I say when I get down...

Eternity hits at the end of the day.
There's more than one way.
It's hard to admit that I'm wrong.
When I'm wrong.
The fire still burns through the un-ending night.
It's tempting swing when you're losing the fight, and you're wrong.
And you're wrong...

The redemption just takes the pleasure away.
No endless debates.
It's hard to admit that I'm wrong.
When I'm wrong.
The fire still burns and competes with the night.
So easy to swing when you're losing the fight and you're wrong.
And you're wrong...

Hold me so close, don't you ever let go.
We both know this ship had been loaded too low.
There's a sign somewhere saying, we entered here at our own risk.
So just kiss me and never let go.
I'll hold back you from the demons below.
I'll keep myself to myself when I feel a bit down...

Let Go

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2023: Ridden by the Witches of the Night

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