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The lady and her sorrowed blues She’ll be dead in time Christmas It’s written in her sacred shoes Morrisons’s never ..

Doomed to live and born to die Perishing young and so beautiful Gone before our eyes could realise Such visions seldom materialise In ..

Enclosed in stone each transient soul is lost Untouched of creation or by human thought Until that moment of descending liberation Ignite..

That howlin’ rage against iniquity Ripped the tranquil soul of music And took it to some sacred place Shattering gravity’s le..

Hunger is that sinuous stringy thread Stitching flesh to barren bone Living by death and death alone Wandering upon unyielding ground ..

No discontent to lament this winter morning Said Mack to Rick in passing fashion It’s my back Mack it’s killing me slowly Said..

Avant garde upon wondrous language Drifting clouds of searing imagery Wandered in reams of magical vision Writ abstract on the naked imaginat..

Disappearing from the garden Unheard amongst the trees Humble bees are vanishing Their sound is now declining Patterns are slowly fading A very ..

Tomorrow is never quite that certainty And today’s a rumour from yesterday Left over from some time just flown Always re-emerging in an..