Smile

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Floating in the void
Between there and back

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It’s all bright in front
And it’s all dark behind
Living for the now that’s in between the bridges and the signs
And getting there is still a long way to go
While others dream and wish
This is everything officially I need to know
Happy, boy you bet I am
Holding on to this smile for just as long as I can

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New Life

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I’ve burned my bridges

And I am free at last

All my chains

Are in the past

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The day is wide open

The sky is blue

The world is a miracle

And so are you

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The New Life starts here

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Racists, bigots and stalkers

Banging at my door

I’m not fighting with them

Anymore

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Friends, Family and Pretenders

How do you do?

I can make it

With or without you

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Citizens of the world

Child, woman and man

The keys to the kingdom

Are in your own hands

The New Life starts here.

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From The Beginning

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Back to front, I know. Maybe the morning is the end of the day after all. My previous post was about our last day in Tuscany and this one tells about our first full day, the waking to a wonderful sunrise with sunbeams of warm light caressing the mist beneath the olive trees. The silence, just birds singing, a gentle warm breeze with the promise of a brand new day.

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The awe-inspiring drive down the Cypress Avenue heading towards Siena and the touristy bit to tick off first.

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I dislike being a tourist; don’t like sightseeing popular/famous/fashionable places, traipsing around with other foreigners.

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I like wildness, oldness, natural places, authentic life, the path less travelled, which will come next.

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And yes I made some touristy snapshots. I wouldn’t call them art, rather a reminder of what I saw.

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We all need snapshots, but the ones that matter the most to me are the images not photographed uncountable times.

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So we headed for the Piazza del Campo, did the touristy bit and found ourselves in Contrada della Torre. Siena has 17 Contradas and 10 take part in the famous Palio.

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This district was gentle and removed from the madness of tourism.

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We aimed for a corner cafe to get some water and coffee.

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Across the small piazza was a Restaurant high with activity. Italian sing songs, uncountable hurrahs and a dance by an older couple very much in love. A most humbling experience to be able to witness this anniversary celebration.

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So back to the Piazza del Campo

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the hustle and bustle.

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Find our car

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and back to the Hills of Wine and Olives, ready to discover what tomorrow will gift us .

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Dead Bees On A Cake

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Old Records Never Die

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Yesterday was Record Store Day. A day as important to me as World Pinhole Day and the birthdays of my loved ones.

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The sun was shining and I had a new (new to me anyway) Film to try out. So I loaded my Rolleiflex and headed into town. What a surprise to see how popular this day has become.

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I was hoping to score a David Sylvian recording which has never been released on Wax before. Expanded into a limited edition on white vinyl for 2018’s Record Store Day. It is now the double album Sylvian had originally intended it to be, and includes four additional tracks; ‘The Scent of Magnolia’, ‘Albuquerque’, ‘Cover me with Flowers’, and ‘Aparna and Nimisha’.

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As you can see Lady Luck smiled on me.

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Warm April sunshine,  damn fine coffee, great music and a new film shot. A most memorable and happy day.

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The Creator Has A Mastertape

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I am just about coming round from a most wonderful Steven Wilson Concert I went to last night, here in my adopted home town of Manchester. I was very fortunate to have seen the tour at the beginning of it’s run on day three in Barcelona, and last night at the Bridgewater Hall, as the curtain came down on the European leg of the “To the Bone” concerts. The show was more relaxed and a tat longer than the one in Barcelona. The band and Steven were on fire. What a night……

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Pariah

I’m tired of weakness
Tired of my feet of clay
I’m tired of days to come
I’m tired of yesterday
And all the worn out things that I ever said
Now it’s much too late
The words stay in my head

I’m tired of Facebook
Tired of my failing health
I’m tired of everyone
And that includes myself

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Home Invasion

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Refuge

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Here in the wreckage
The winter is hard
I sleep in the same clothes
That I drag through the mud

And if you ask me
Nothing’s changed
There’s nowhere else I can go
So I stay

We’re writhing rats
We make beds in the straw
And then we build houses
Paint our names on the door

And if you ask me again
Is this life?
I don’t see I have a choice
But I still smile
And bide my time

I who have no roots
And nowhere to go
And as for the future
Well I really don’t know

But if you ask me
I will nod
But if you ask me…

My dear wife
And my children of God
The borders were already drawn for us

Hold on to life
In this refuge of dirt
And search for a place you can breathe again
It’s not a crime

I’d love to see you again
Sometime soon
But will you give back to me now
What you stole?

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People Who Eat Darkness

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I live in the flat next door
And I can hear you fuck your girlfriend through the wall
But the only thing we share
Is the slightest nod as we’re passing on the stairs

But behind the closed doors
The bees were buzzing
Inciting me to war
You’re penitent maybe
But it’s really not your fault you fail to see

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We who eat the darkness
We who eat the darkness

I take out the trash at night
And on Thursday’s I go shopping for supplies
I walk my son to school
And I seem to have the same problems as you

But what you will see
Are the threads of what I want you to believe
And all that you hold dear
Is under threat from someone all too near
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We who eat the darkness
We who eat the darkness

Well you lost control
And your kids became confused
Among the powder kegs
With nothing left to lose
So now your chickens
Are coming home to roost

Do you think the fight is real?
Do you feel my teeth are snapping at your heels?
You who tell me how to live
And you feed me with your poison ’til I’m sick

Pretend that we’re not here
If you look the other way we disappear
We want you to ignore
The people who eat darkness from next door

We who eat the darkness
We who eat the darkness
We who eat the darkness
We who eat the darkness
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Well you lost control
And your kids became confused
Among the powder kegs
With nothing left to lose
So now your chickens
Are coming home to roost

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The Sound Of Muzak

Hear the sound of music drifting in the aisles
Elevator Prozac stretching on for miles
The music of the future will not entertain
It’s only meant to repress and neutralise your brain

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It’s going down I know
It’s one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough

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Now the sound of music comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you, building cheaper thrills
The music of rebellion makes you want to rage
But it’s made by millionaires who are nearly twice your age

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

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One of the wonders of the world is going down
It’s going down I know
It’s one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough

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Thank you and Good Night

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Just Waving (Arriving Somewhere, But Not Here)

WAV1Nine o’clock in the morning
I’m taking the overnight train

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Checked the Date – February 2018

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I’m riding to someplace
Where I’ve never been

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Somebody says
What are you waving at ?
Well what do I have to lose
Somebody might wave back

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Seven o’clock in the morning
I’m carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night
Counting the hours to sunrise

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I lift my gaze, my mouth just drops

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There’s someone in the room waving at me
Hey there
What are you waving at ?

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What do I have to lose

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Somebody might wave back

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Arriving Somewhere

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To the Bone, Arepas, Tapas and flying Catalans

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I took the red eye to Barcelona to see Dominic, enjoy some Barcelona culture, some cuisine; and experience the magic of Steven Wilson in Concert. All in a 36 hour visit.

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One of those impromptu trips that has greatness written all over it, but could also move slightly off course.

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This one didn’t drift astray, not for one bit.

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Dominic was the perfect guide and we had a ball. We ate, drank, talked and talked and then drank, talked and ate some more.

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And then we sat down and had something to eat and drink.

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As the evening turned magenta we made our way to the auditorium to take our seats for the most wonderful musical experience. If you have the chance to see Steven Wilson – do not miss it.

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I was in my element.

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Thank you Barcelona, Dominic and Steven.

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A day I shall treasure for all time.

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Rhythm

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Rhythm is at the core of human life. And as we continue to occupy an ever faster pulsating, vibrating world, we respond to it and in turn are bound to its rhythm.

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Without giving much thought to our dependence on the flowing of time we move through sunrises and sunsets, through the sequences of the four seasons.

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Repetition enables us to form habits and to accept the world as familiar. Perhaps the need of a routine is deeply rooted in the very structure of our bodies.

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Rhythm is around me
Rhythm has control
Rhythm is inside me
Rhythm has my soul

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Self-conscious, uncertain
Showered by the dust
The spirit enters into me
And I submit to trust

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