The Poorest Company *

When the wind feels like the words are breathing in and out of me,

And I’m standing beside you there’s a shadow where a man should be,

I would be glad enough if wherever I might be,

People would remember we’re woven in a tapestry.

When we steal what we can, with the courage to be free,

And I’ve found where I belong, among the poorest company.

When the wind feels like the world in useless spinning all round me,

A country round my shoulders its flag raised on a gallows tree,

I wont let it get me down, I know there are people now,

Who bind together what they do and live their lives like I want to.

When we steal what we can, I take everything I see,

And I’ve found where I belong, among the poorest company.

I Didn't Try Hard Enough *

I didn’t try hard enough, 

I didn’t try hard enough,

The gold we saved in the good times turned to lead when it was rough,

I must admit the rough was pretty tough,

I didn’t try hard enough,

Oh well.

I miss the factory job I used to do,

I miss the factory job I used to do,

Never thought that I’d miss it more than I thought that I missed you,

The repetition really pulled me through,

I miss the factory more than I miss you.

I couldn’t see the road the road ahead for tears,

I couldn’t see the road the road ahead for tears,

I thought the world was ending as I fumbled through the gears,

Turned out to be just four uncertain years,

When I couldn’t see the road ahead for tears

Wintermoon *

Beyond repair one dismal morning,
redemption waiting in the afternoon, 
grey and chill though at the dawning,
I am the lonesome winter moon. 

Though the day goes by so quickly,
I am a ruin like the bishops tower, 
fielding questions from the sun,
rise and shine late grows the hour. 

I make the shadows on your shelf, 
I bathe the earth from the night sky, 
I get my powers from someone else, 
I'm just another middle guy.

Ghosts *

They say we’re not like them, 
A generation ago,
We came on the same ships we were hidden below.

We came seeking protection,
Away from the strife,
Away from the struggles and the hardships of life

I’m not an incomer,
My parents were ghosts,
Sir I was born here so where would I go?

There’s ghosts on the motorway,
The world is on fire,
There’s ghosts on the sandflats as the water gets higher and higher.

There’s ghosts in the brothels,
Behind thick stony walls,
There’s ghosts and their children in prison food halls.

Mark The Hard Earth *

When the sun shines down
From it’s heavenly throne
All the people lying in on the ground
like lizards on a stone
If salt brings sunny weather it’s only once a year
the cold and wind they break them
winter brings their tears

God put me here in this field full of snow
dark sky above me and the heard earth below
it always feels cold
it’s always the same