The Lake – music by James Franklin, Songly
In evening times
I make the time to walk out west to where
A sheet of gold doth shed its shards
Like glass into the air
Be coiled about with claustral hugs
From sinuous tree-lined park
The lake of light lies fearful
For the coming of the dark
In flawless glide, the pelican
Holds fast suspended thought
The drakes puff up their speckled chests
To boast of what they’ve caught
Slithe cormorants turn upside bob
Like pivots on their prey
Black swans hose down the fetid wrack
Of sunstroke fevered day
I walk alone along a path that, past the playground, goes
The children shriek, corella clowns are hanging by their toes
From wires strung along the street, taut playthings of their own
The magpie looks on and yearns, his young away have flown
The lake is mirror to a sky cast out in golden shroud
The fading breeze runs rippling love beneath the dusty cloud
No words, they gaze upon each other, lake, and endless sky
I don’t know what it is, my love, makes me want to cry
(see Seamus Heaney’s poem “Postscript”)
Dance Me To The Tao Of Love – music by James Franklin, Songly
(inspired by Leonard Cohen, and by N.)
Dance me with the magic of your guitar strumming sound
Dance me through the nighttime with your kisses all around
Lift me like an olive branch and be my sensual dove
Dance me to the Tao of love x2
Oh, let me touch your beauty when the hoi-polloi are gone
Let me kiss your neck, so it tingles all along
Show me slowly what you really feel the touching of
Dance me to the Tao of love x2
Dance me to the temple now, dance me on and on
Dance me very juicily and dance me very long
We’re all of us joined in love, we’re all of us enough
Dance me to the Tao of love x2
Dance me to the pleasure that is asking to be born
Stroke me on the table that with sarongs is adorn
Raise your kundalini now, through every breath that’s torn
Dance me to the Tao of love
Dance me with the magic of your guitar strumming sound
Dance me through the nighttime with your kisses spread around
Lift me like an olive branch and be my sensual glove
Dance me to the Tao of love x3
You Want It Darker – music by James Franklin and Trent Michael
(inspired by Leonard Cohen, and by N.)
If you are my mother, I’m out of the game
If you are my father, it means I’m broken and lame
If this is my family, then mine must be shame
You want it darker
They kill the flame
Minimised, petrified
By the holy name
Vilified, crucified
In the human frame
A million nighttimes turning
To a joy that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I’m ready my lord
There’s a sister in the story
Actually, three of us the same
There’s a lullaby for suffering
With an early death to blame
But it’s written in the scriptures
And it’s not some idle claim
You want it darker
They kill the flame
They’re lining up the navy guns
And the hawks are taking aim
I struggle with my demons
They are middle class and tame
I didn’t know I had permission
To murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I’m ready my lord
Magnified, sanctified
By the holy name
Fortified, glorified
In the human frame
A transformation turning
To a joy that always gives
You want it brighter
I light the flame
If you are my mother, I’m in the right game
If you are my father, it means I’m healed and game
If this is my family, then mine must be the name
You want it brighter
Hineni, hineni x2
I’m ready my lord
Laetitia’s Song – music by James Franklin, Songly
(inspired by Leonard Cohen, and by Laetitia)
Laetitia takes me down to her place where I shiver
With joy that floods my soul and I can spend the night inside her
And she knows that I’m half-crazy
But that’s why she wants me there
And she gives me touches and kisses that come from we-all-know where
And just when I want to tell her that I have such love to give her
Her lips quiet me with a finger
And she lets the spillways answer with the loving stars above her
And I want to travel with her, and I want to travel blind
And I know she will trust me
For I’ve touched her perfect body with my mind
Bach was a fisherman casting ripples across the brook
Who spent his life composing for those of God forsook
And when he knew for certain all the clan could hear him
He told them they were sinners ‘til the notes shall free them
He wrote the song and dance divine
Full of grace and light sublime
Mortal yet knowing
Through music he did flesh with the heavens combine
And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
Then you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind
Now Laetitia holds my length as she leads me up the river
She’s wearing scent and warmth from her natural state of giver
And the moon pours down honey with the ladles bearing love
And she shows me where to look amongst the nooks and the crannies
There are pillows and cushions, there are places against to press
They are leaning in for passion and they will lean that way forever
While Laetitia holds my length
And I want to travel with her, and I want to travel blind
Then I know that I can trust her
For she’s touched my perfect body with her mind
Ban The Light – music by Lina Cooper, Songly
The music thumps along, the lights are bright
The party’s warming up the cold of night
He stands remote and orbs of space away
I want him bad to come and not to stray
My pulsing heart is fluttery slippery hot
My breath is clutching squeezing in a knot
The other girls around are coy and sly
With rival eyes and far more gloss than I
My arms are splotchy, knees are bony hard
My poxy, dusty face of no regard
I hate myself and know the room hates me
I spurn the light that makes me want to flee
That loathsome dictatorial fillet knife
The judge and guillotine of hope and life
Oh please do ban the light from shining here
And let the luscious darkness come in near
To pad in close in thrall of mystery
With other senses flaming nakedly
When people huddle close and warmly free
I’ll hear his voice approaching fearlessly
With touching sensing body radiance
The cotton textured silky innocence
His stroking tactile murmuring lips divine
In musk desire the swirling thoughts are mine
A pliant arch of molten belly whorls
My nubbles firm with feather rousing calls
A lingery shivery ripply napalm skin
Oh ban the light for drawing this man in
nourishing the walls
with voluptuous surgings
coitus seeding life
pouring ecstacy
with foam-filled rushes of sea
the g-spot strumming