The Chromosome Song

We do not want to know the truth
It’s not much fun to lose ourselves in truth
Who needs instructions from the world outside?
Who needs a map when we’ve got fish to fry?

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Side by side, with X and Y

We do not want the nameless fear
It’s going to get us let’s make one thing clear
Truth is we never meant to sow the seeds
Truth is we never meant to set them free

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Cos we’re on the side of X and Y

So safe inside our halls of power
We’ll fix the system in those final hours
We’ll tell you nothing as we go to ground
Blow up the satellites that track us down

And there is a history, a history to it
Side by side, with X and Y
There’s blood on our hands but we’ll have to get through it 
Cos we’re on the side of X and Y

Written by Geoff Smith

The Chromosome Song

The Great Wheel 

Where the Tregeseal flows into the sea
The ghost of the ‘Great Wheel’ shelters in the lee
No distractions here or signal for the phone
The way ahead is clear now I’m on my own

The ancient granite tors that stoop with bended knees
Watch over verdant moors and heather honeybees
Above the kissing gate and weather blasted hedge
A figure tempting fate is dancing on a ledge

So I keep walking 
To where the land is calling me
No expectations
Maybe the land will follow me

Seabirds tame the breeze in fading Cornish light
Whilst diving in to seize their catch before the night
A curve of azure blue stretches far and wide
Beyond a sunset hue and turning of the tide

A visit from the moon with ten more miles to tread
Say hello to the loon she’s playing with my head
Communing with the stones cavorting in the streams
Conversing with the bones of memories and dreams

So I keep walking 
To where the land is calling me
No expectations
Maybe the land will follow me


It’s tricky underfoot the journey’s end is near
This hero is kaput and wishes you were here

(From the river Tregeseal to the mermaid of Zennor and back)
Geoff Smith 20-06-2021

The Great Wheel Demo

The Great Wheel

Where the Tregeseal flows into the sea
The ghost of the ‘Great Wheel’ shelters in the lee
No distractions here nor signal for the phone
The way ahead is clear now I’m on my own

The ancient granite tors that stoop with bended knees
Watch over verdant moors and heather honey bees
Above the kissing gate and weather blasted hedge
A figure tempting fate is dancing on a ledge

So I keep walking
I keep walking

Seabirds tame the breeze in fading Cornish light
Whilst diving in to seize their catch before the night
A curve of azure blue stretches far and wide
Beyond a sunset hue and turning of the tide

A visit from the moon with ten more miles to tread
Say hello to the loon she’s playing with my head
Communing with the stones cavorting in the streams
Conversing with the bones of memories and dreams

So I keep walking
I keep walking

It’s tricky underfoot
The journey’s end is near
This hero is kaput
And wishes you were here

So I keep walking
I keep walking
So I keep walking
I keep walking

(From the river Tregeseal to the Mermaid of Zennor and back)
Geoff Smith 22-02-2021

The Great Wheel Demo 2

No Longer

It was written in the stars, predestined from the start
She was meant to die alone with a broken heart
No longer could she bear or tolerate her shame
No longer was she scared or afraid of pain

No longer

“Next time I’ll make damn sure” that’s what she had said
But he’d heard this all before as he tucked her up in bed
No longer could she bear or tolerate her shame
No longer was she scared or afraid of pain

No longer

She was spirited away but he couldn’t let her go
So a shadow fell upon the chamber of his soul
No longer could he bear or tolerate his shame
No longer was he scared or afraid of pain

No longer


For Tonia, November 1998
No longer

No Longer

The Great Wheel

Where the Tregeseal flows into the sea
The ghost of the ‘Great Wheel’ shelters in the lee
No distractions here or signal for the phone
The way ahead is clear now I’m on my own

The ancient granite tors that stoop with bended knees
Watch over verdant moors and heather honeybees
Above the kissing gate and weather blasted hedge
A figure tempting fate is dancing on a ledge

So I keep walking, I keep walking
And let the landscape do the talking

Seabirds tame the breeze in fading Cornish light
Whilst diving in to seize their catch before the night
A curve of azure blue stretches far and wide
Beyond a sunset hue and turning of the tide

A visit from the moon with ten more miles to tread
Say hello to the loon she’s playing with my head
Communing with the stones cavorting in the streams
Conversing with the bones of memories and dreams

So I keep walking, I keep walking
And let the landscape do the talking

It’s tricky underfoot the journey’s end is near
This hero is kaput and wishes you were here


(From the river Tregeseal to the mermaid of Zennor and back)
Geoff Smith 20-06-2021

The Great Wheel (Synth Version)

Choose!

Listen Odysseus! Hear the sirens’ song
Calling to your deep desires
Lighting primal fires
Be strong!

Heed now Odysseus, what the others tell:
Here are dangers more intense
Than your best defence
Can quell.

See you, Odysseus, in this cursed strait
Hidden in seduction sweet
Is the moment you shall meet
Your fate

Choose well Odysseus, tethered to the bow,
Between your freedom, or a chain
Forged from pleasure’s pain
Speak now!

Linda Worthington June 2015

Choose - A poem by Linda Worthington

Luna and Mummy's First Mother's Day

Metamorphosis

Well I’ve been told, oh I’ve been told
There’s a hole in the centre of my soul
I’m growing old, oh I’m growing old
With a hole in the centre of my soul

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

I’m striking out though hope is lost
It’s time to risk no matter what the cost
Hoodwinked by grief. Swindled by fear
I‘m easily fooled ‘cos they’ve been my friends for years

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

Narcissus calls when I ignore
My body’s voice, so my body keeps the score
But woken by her soft lament
Nymph Echo bids farewell to my contempt

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am

Metamorphosis

Stuff

When he first moved in back in ‘54
He could waltz around on the parquet floors
But he soon succumbed with no place to hide
He required a haven from the world outside

Well he made a start on the skip next door
Where he found a freezer so he’s now got four
And the one that works is a place of rest
For a pile of broadsheets and a mouse’s nest

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

As a London boy living through the blitz
He would stumble over a gift from Fritz
When a firebomb fell in the dead of night
He was first to find it in the morning light

So he told himself if he’d got some sense
He would let it linger by the neighbour’s fence
Tell his mum and dad, maybe sister Sue
But in spite of all this he knew what he’d do

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

And growing old is a curse: there must be nothing worse
And the hoard is a curse: because he knows what it’s worth

For years its home was a garden shed
Now it’s kept beneath him underneath the bed
And if sleep won’t come or if he can’t rest
He will hold it tightly up against his chest

So when he can’t be arsed with his meal on wheels
Or if outmanoeuvred by his ten TV’s
When the phone is lost because no one rings
He’ll unleash the firebomb upon all his things

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

Words and music by Geoff Smith 4th December 2017

Stuff

Saturn’s Lullaby

What is this message from the sun?
It’s there at birth and when death comes
What is this memory of love?
The feeling fits me like a glove

Loving Father, you and me
Can sing this lullaby and be
Like children we were meant to be
Like children we were meant to be

What is this message from the moon?
It’s there at birth and when death looms
What is this memory of love?
The feeling fits me like a glove

Loving Mother, you and me
Can sing this lullaby and be
Like children we were meant to be
Like children we were meant to be

What is this message from the sea?
It’s there for you, it’s there for me
What is this memory of love?
The feeling fits me like a glove

Loving Sister, you and me
Can sing this lullaby and be
Like children we were meant to be
Like children we were meant to be

Father, mother, sister we
Can sing this lullaby and be
Like children we were meant to be
Like children we were meant to be

Saturn's Lullaby

Lament of the Fragile Narcissist

You sang to me on the mobile phone
From miles away in your Cornish home
You were in a rush so you just flew

But I wanted to stay longer with you

I let you near when I feel less shame
Or I turn and shoot you down again
I’m so shut in when I shut you out

There’s a method to this madness no doubt

There may come a time when I will make amends
And be like other less fucked up friends
You can sign me up to the human race

So that we can work together with grace

You sang to me on the mobile phone
From miles away in your Cornish home
You were in a rush so you just flew

But I wanted to stay longer with you



Words and music: Geoff Smith 
April 2019

Dedicated to my friend, Jacky

The Lament Of The Fragile Narcissist

Luke 12: 27-28
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you?

For Adelyn

Walking In Tregeseal 

I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
But I’m happy on my own
I’m happy on my own

I don’t want to be in love
Don’t want to be in love
But you fit me like a glove
You fit me like a glove

I don’t feel weak I don’t feel strong
I don’t feel right I don’t feel wrong
I’m like the dark I’m like the light
I’m like the day I’m like the night

And the wind blows through my hair
The wind blows through my hair
As a seabird tames the air
A seabird tames the air

And the sky falls into place
The sky falls into place
And I‘m sheltered by it grace 
I’m sheltered by its grace

Now the sea is like my soul
The sea is like my soul
One day warm and one day cold
One day warm and one day cold

Written by Geoff Smith October 2020

Walking In Tregeseal

When you look into the Universe, the Universe looks back
You're not alone in the Universe, quite the reverse, in fact

Geoff

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