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1. Again
Love is come again
like wheat that springeth green
Wheat that in dark earth many days hath been.
2. Eldest Son
Rebecca loves the short stories of Alistair MacLeod.
Driving through the dark, just me and the road
Rushing through the night, travelling back to love
A small world full of shared pasts
They’re waiting there in the firelight
Incomplete until I arrive The eldest son
One year since I last made this journey home
Five days is all I have to breathe easy again
They won’t see what I’ve become
Out here in the larger world
I’ll always be what I always was, The eldest son
3. La Reina de la Noche
One hot summer night in Bavaria, Jeremy visiting a friend. A cactus, which flowers for only one night every eight years, was in full bloom on the windowsill.
4. Cr@shed
Jeremy sometimes has trouble with his computer….
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5. Man From Japan
If only she hadn’t left Rome, really liked it there sleeping in ‘til noon, thinking she was growing up treated as part of the family, she had a paper parcelfull of last night’s meal with fried aubergine rolls full of parmesan cheese
Hadn’t liked it hot, hated it cold in a roll
Now here she was rattling further into winter travelling alone reading Nietzsche on a train hoping her long woollen skirt was all the protection she needed.
Wishing for a history of her own
At Trieste, a man from Japan came in suspiciously without a coat.
This was a trip he hadn’t planned to make Train waits at the border for hours it seems hunching into her book she realised she’d been reading the same sentence over and over and over.
Silence is no longer comfortable he’s waiting for her to look up
She thinks “What does it mean to share your food with a stranger? maybe that’s just how it starts
What would it mean to share my life with you?
”He wants to tell her “I’ve been dumped, why is it so cold?
”He wants to tell her “I’ve been jilted, I wanna go home”
He wants to tell her “I’m abandoned, why is it so cold?”
6. Old Virginia
Rebecca learnt this American folk song from a recording by Tim Erikson.
7. I Can See Your Face
We both had a jazz soundtrack to our childhoods. Here, we took the words to one of Frank Sinatra’s hits by Dietz and Schwartz and re-wrote the rest.
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8. Dry Land
With thanks to Alistair MacLeod again.
Rain on my face Chains on my wrists
Salt in my hair, Dogs at my heels
I don’t want to know where I’m going
I don’t want to know where I’ve been
I don’t want to know where I’m going.
Thoughts in my mind
I come from the sea, Hopeless in water,
Helpless without, I dream of the touch of dry, paper, dry land
Rope in my hands, Ink on my fingers
Cold in my bones, Words in my head
I don’t want to see where I’m going
I don’t want to see where I’ve been
I don’t want to see where I’m going
Thoughts in my mind
Father ahead, Son right behind me
Born to a life, I could never own
9. Blue Pacific
Cameroon, 1989: Baka pygmy camp….
Jeremy in his hut at night. Short wave radio, Australian chill-out music show badly tuned-in: snatches of other stations; through the static, a man’s voice drifts ……“Way out over the blue Pacific”.
10. Memories of the South
This started life as an exercise in composing a canon using six notes and turned into this!
Text from a poem by Paul Holman |
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