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Viking

Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship, Pulling our oars and listening to the foam; Helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist: We're going home. Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson, Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful... Lookin...

Vision

I have a vision of you, locked inside my head; it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed. A vision shimering, shifting moving in false firelight; a vision of a vision, protecting me from fear at night, as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong. I...

Vote Brand X

Here's the modern political man, for sure he's nobody's fool, Believes in media coverage as a promotional tool. Trust in him because he's got the right face; Just in case you harbour doubt Here is a slogan to tout. He's such a principled man, all heart,...

We Are Written

"It was always going to be like this, whatever you bring yourself To say. Why don't you point that thing the other way and telescope This tangled story? You've got the whole thing at your fingertips, Already scripted in an alien Braille, snagged up under yo...

Wendy & The Lost Boy

Dear Wendy, I still believe the promises We swore upon when we were magic. This came to me as in a dream: My heart was in your hands. Wendy, do you believe in promises? The problem is the boy became a man. Wendy - mother, child, lover - everything You...

What I Did

A pretty pass in the rear-view mirror, It's coming on the overtake... I've got to stop panicking, got to stay cool, Got to learn to live with my mistakes. Overdue debt to the taxman, I tried to have and eat my cake. I think I must have been crazy in ret...

What's It Worth

What's it worth to be safe? What's the way to be sane? I can throw myself at the garden On my hands, Prune the lawn and mow the roses, But I never understand How to go To be free; In the end I only want to be me. Winter days here are mine; Still, no...

When Language Corrodes

And when language corrodes All our faculties falter and blur. Nobody knows how our tongues got so swollen and furred. What truths are there left to be told When we're all lost for words? 

Where The Mouth Is

Money where the mouth is, pennies on the eyes. Yeah, times are hard and you find that you're in trouble But it's hard to sympathize. You talk up quite a story, you blow the bubble well. Money where the mouth is, silver-tongue the sell. Put up or shut up....

White Dot

Nothing is like anything else, Everything's the same, Our progress punctuated By a series of coincidence To form a logical chain. Nothing is like everything else, Like anything you name. Pomposity unpunctured, We're approaching a velocity Of escape f...

Wilhelmina

Willie, what can I say to you To hold true in your changing life? You've come into a cruel world; Little girls can lose their way in the growing night... I hope you'll be alright. Willie, try to stay a child sometime, For as long as you feel you can lea...

You Can't Want What You Always Get

Give it a bit of hard on the rudder Hot on the heels of foot to the floor; Setting your mind on one thing or the other, Do you still find you're always wanting something more? Yes, and the thing you want forever Is always the thing you can never have -...

You Hit Me Where I Live

There was something in the conversation, Ancient languages were breaking through; I was falling for infatuation - How about you? You say it's nothing special, That's just the way it is... You hit me where I live. Though I drink the cup it leaves me th...

Your Face on the Street

I’d see your face on the street often times as I went on my day to day. We were never to meet but a nodding acquaintance had come our way. I never paid it much mind, always assumed I’d continue to see you there. But of the mysteries behind, all the shadows be...

Your Tall Ship

Far, so far away... Surely you remember Log book pages frayed That fanned the flames of long ago, Guttered in the grate, Shadows in the embers... Look away, look for home. Voices on the air, Running with the current; Wind and tide set fair, Ship to...

Your Word

Burnt the bridges, burnt the tread; The sodden syllables are turned. You can't take back what you said When you give your word.