Song 1 Reference Poem - Mark Hutchinson: Notes from a Tailors Shop Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Verse I wanted just to be there Right there in the Tailors Shop I wanted just to be there Right there with you Right there at the very top I wanted just to be there Flying through the sky I wanted just to be there Smiling, smiling my o my Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Verse So now then let me tell you It's not that I don't love you anymore So now then let me tell you If anything the opposite is so So now then let me tell you I love you to the core So now then let me tell you It is love, which always knows the score Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Verse Old arguments, which surfaced again today Don't listen to those old arguments For they were constructed Some place along the way Don't listen to those old arguments The past has had its day Don't listen to those old arguments It's time, to come around and play Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Verse For it's just not true, as some might have you think As some might have you think No it's just not true that I got lost Nor that somehow I was waylaid No it's just not true it was inside Where I chose myself to sink No it's just not true, not true That I crumbled on the brink Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Verse And I thought of those extra extra-ordinary forest orchids Which you wrote about Back-along, way back in the day Yes, I thought you wrote Of Goyt Valley's Wild Garlic And that you blossomed Beside her White Orchids In the glow, of her wild orchids Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Bridge Or so one might suppose with an instinct for the whole I might one day propose Yes, that I Or so one might suppose With that undoubted Instinct for the whole I might one day, I, who knows May kneel down, and propose Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so clearly For all those times when we're apart Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that, so so sincerely From the heartstrings of my heart Chorus I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want say that's where I want to start I want to say that yes I love you I want to say that's where I want to start

Song 2 Reference - Alison Ainley: Gwen John Chorus Although with you, sat on the step That's where I ought to start Me, in my crisp white shirt You, in your slimline Sunday skirt Dazzlingly, daringly, distinguished We more than looked the part Verse By herself again. So it appears So it damned well appears In the clutch of the moment The swift arrow so truly seers Softness eats into itself, absorbs her Yes damned well eats into itself In the rush of the opening The Dart so certain of its stealth Chorus Although with you, sat on the step That's where I ought to start Me, in my crisp white shirt You, in your slimline Sunday skirt Dazzlingly, daringly, distinguished We more than looked the part Verse A box of brown paints would suffice To colour the sepia tone photograph In that flash of introduction The artist fades to the saint The Dutch Delft woman Stood, or sat, but still In the dash of sweet corruption A part played as best she can Chorus Although with you, sat on the step That's where I ought to start Me, in my crisp white shirt You, in your slimline Sunday skirt Dazzlingly, daringly, distinguished We more than looked the part Bridge Disappearing in the muted lilac light Alone in time to smile In the movement of all the while Without the psychology of fight or flight She waters her life down To help the all too passive clown In the vain hope, to turn around Their incorrigible arts of seduction Chorus Although with you, sat on the step That's where I ought to start Me, in my crisp white shirt You, in your slimline Sunday skirt Dazzlingly, daringly, distinguished We more than looked the part Chorus Although with you, sat on the step That's where I ought to start Me, in my crisp white shirt You, in your slimline Sunday skirt Dazzlingly, daringly, distinguished We more than looked the part

Song 3 Reference - Maggie Bevan: Miss Smith grows older Chorus I have my sky blue sedan motor car I have my low tar Peter Stuyvesant cigarette I have the best of the Gregory Poems I have cold beer, to camouflage regret Verse I hesitate: then I do not speak I seek out all those tricky ways To make a casual acquaintance happen Snapping my mind to find a line that says I am here, and I want to get to know you I've forgotten: what I could have said What led me to you and your companion What sense of style I might purvey instead Chorus I have my sky blue sedan motor car I have my low tar Peter Stuyvesant cigarette I have the best of the Gregory Poems I have cold beer, to camouflage regret Bridge Possibly the question was unclear? Being so near to your ambient vicinity Dear o dear, did I arrive here without of any chance Long before that dance step trod upon my footstep virginity Meanwhile the conversation has moved on That Welshman from the valleys stakes his claim My pain, once again the prospect of coming second Somehow, yes, somehow I have to take the lead again Chorus I have my sky blue sedan motor car I have my low tar Peter Stuyvesant cigarette I have the best of the Gregory Poems I have cold beer, to camouflage regret

Song 4 Reference - Fred D'Aguiar: Carnival Mama Dot Chorus Single room Behind the single door Single room How many lives lived here before Single room Dust settles behind the once swung door Single room To bang my fists on the half sprung wooden floor Verse One appears to flaunt a flung coin Not knowing on which face it is to turn, or land One most certainly has a desire to rejoin At least to tap ones feet, to the marching of the band Chorus Single room Behind the single door Single room How many lives lived here before Single room Dust settles behind the once swung door Single room To bang my fists on the half sprung wooden floor Verse Straight, she's the world stood still Thrilled by every smile she throws, apparently without cost Not knowing how deep my beating heart is to fill The fleeting thought of love is not yet given, nor lost Chorus Single room Behind the single door Single room How many lives lived here before Single room Dust settles behind the once swung door Single room To bang my fists on the half sprung wooden floor Bridge Still her sound makes the ground tremble My emotions resemble that date in the fall of '68 The lateness, of her way-too indiscreet assemble My awkwardness, at disguising how I also had to wait Chorus Single room Behind the single door Single room How many lives lived here before Single room Dust settles behind the once swung door Single room To bang my fists on the half sprung wooden floor

Song 5 Reference - James Harpur: The Visitation Chorus My leather coat, hung around your shoulder In the darkness of the later night New friends, friendships growing ever bolder As we spread out, towards the end, of the first day’s Slowly-fading, yet full-on, flush of first sight Verse As if the grass had got too cold In our middle aged years Between the innocence and those too bold Happiness tinged, half edged to tears Between the succulence, and the becoming over sold Chorus My leather coat, hung around your shoulder In the darkness of the later night New friends, friendships growing ever bolder As we spread out, towards the end, of the first day’s Slowly-fading, yet full-on, flush of first sight Verse In perfect beat the crafted wings As in our youth we cast out the cast which clears Half silence, as the half-light sublimely sings Way too aloof, in the past of the past of fears Now in our stealth, we retreat to the land of kings Chorus My leather coat, hung around your shoulder In the darkness of the later night New friends, friendships growing ever bolder As we spread out, towards the end, of the first day’s Slowly-fading, yet full-on, flush of first sight Bridge Reposing on their white reflections Proposing, that they still have time to conspire Pushing hard, against all of her mild deflections Composing himself, for what he hopes his her deep desire Her feeling, for his closer touch, of close-up selections Chorus My leather coat, hung around your shoulder In the darkness of the later night New friends, friendships growing ever bolder As we spread out, towards the end, of the first day’s Slowly-fading, yet full-on, flush of first sight

Song 6 Reference - Pippa Little: Colonial Returning Chorus Poetry at the breakfast table, zen A cutting From the Guardian newspaper, page ten A new found friend Worried about my coughing, back then Yes, my new found friend Wanted to help detach the deeper phlegm Verse In this house the past is tidal, a wave And you forgave the essence of the salty sea Your images speak, fleetingly, of a sun-kissed shore And more than that, of an escape to a never-never land With sand between your toes, and silk saris on her skin So easily drawn in from the weariness of my northern roots Shoots of past and present unsound vibrations, old creations Foundations; creaking, cracking, falling from a seventh heaven Chorus Poetry at the breakfast table, zen A cutting From the Guardian newspaper, page ten A new found friend Worried about my coughing, back then Yes, my new found friend Wanted to help detach the deeper phlegm Verse Outside your homeland's fragile also. Walk That pathway to your stillborn's graveyard. Hope That what has past, is past; here now to cast a new eye Here to attract the Yorkshire guy, he of simple distractions As you attach yourself to his present present-being Attach also, your friend, to his present present-friend Send out your warm vibes, send out your shooting incantations Sense all of his sensual sensations, mend the errors of his ways Chorus Poetry at the breakfast table, zen A cutting From the Guardian newspaper, page ten A new found friend Worried about my coughing, back then Yes, my new found friend Wanted to help detach the deeper phlegm

Song 7 Reference - Lachlan Mackinnon: Bursting To Tell Chorus We visit the Prince of the Prince Regents In the drollest of the drollest of the Brighton domes We are ourselves today peacock Prince Regents Regulations away from our regular family homes Verse The telephone again fails to connect To you, in your Channel Islands cottage Set into the bank of that steep wood Whose large unkempt trees Sway, and creak In the face of the raging storm Chorus We visit the Prince of the Prince Regents In the drollest of the drollest of the Brighton domes We are ourselves today peacock Prince Regents Regulations away from our regular family homes Verse The first memory may be fictional For I was on the mainland Sat in my executive car Listening to the midday radio Describing the devastation being wrought In the South of England, and on the Channel Islands Chorus We visit the Prince of the Prince Regents In the drollest of the drollest of the Brighton domes We are ourselves today peacock Prince Regents Regulations away from our regular family homes Bridge For joy at escaping what becomes of us Is how I might now reflect on that fear And my insanely intense desire to care For one I thought more vulnerable than I Though I now realise how effectively You so so turned-around that particular fable Chorus We visit the Prince of the Prince Regents In the drollest of the drollest of the Brighton domes We are ourselves today peacock Prince Regents Regulations away from our regular family homes

Song 8 Reference - Julian May: Bonfire Parsee Chorus And you have to go to town And you say that is the way it has to be Yes, you have to go to town To look up an old flame you see And I'm angry and I'm unhappy And I just don't know what to do Until I see you there returning To tell me that nothing old stays true To tell me, that nothing old stays true Verse This morning's heat and smoke from burning leaves He who grieves, he grieves for all that he’s still to lose He who chooses to accept her turn, he also turns around Knowing now, he will always stand on unsettled ground Chorus And you have to go to town And you say that is the way it has to be Yes, you have to go to town To look up an old flame you see And I'm angry and I'm unhappy And I just don't know what to do Until I see you there returning To tell me that nothing old stays true To tell me, that nothing old stays true Verse Your hands are cupped for prayer and your chest heaves To even conceive that you would gift away your stability That sound ability now shifted onto another, to smother you To rediscover the hurt of her strength of subjugation Chorus And you have to go to town And you say that is the way it has to be Yes, you have to go to town To look up an old flame you see And I'm angry and I'm unhappy And I just don't know what to do Until I see you there returning To tell me that nothing old stays true To tell me, that nothing old stays true Bridge I watch you through the branches of the trees A seer in the waiting, a visionary stating her future Making out and making up, forsaking truth for beauty Waking eyes, raking with the need to find love, and duty Chorus And you have to go to town And you say that is the way it has to be Yes, you have to go to town To look up an old flame you see And I'm angry and I'm unhappy And I just don't know what to do Until I see you there returning To tell me that nothing old stays true To tell me, that nothing old stays true

Song 9 Reference - Graham Mort: Young Trout Chorus There comes a time to part I knew that from the start There comes the day to say goodbye However we so so choose to sigh There comes a time to part On the concourse by the luggage cart There comes the day to say goodbye Yet still we may choose to wonder why Yes, still we may choose to wonder why Verse At evening, under the stone humped bridge Where moorland water flows, where grows The depth of restoration, the benefactors To be stationed hand in hand, arm in arm Chorus There comes a time to part I knew that from the start There comes the day to say goodbye However we so so choose to sigh There comes a time to part On the concourse by the luggage cart There comes the day to say goodbye Yet still we may choose to wonder why Yes, still we may choose to wonder why Verse Flies cloud together under elms Overwhelming thoughts of dustbowls Shoals of seashore fishes, wishes caught And wishes scattered, all that mattered, was you Chorus There comes a time to part I knew that from the start There comes the day to say goodbye However we so so choose to sigh There comes a time to part On the concourse by the luggage cart There comes the day to say goodbye Yet still we may choose to wonder why Yes, still we may choose to wonder why Verse Fins steer back to their invisible anchorage While you grin says: not all is over, not all is lost The cost will be balanced with the responsibility Our chance will be willingly implicated, thoroughly investigated Chorus There comes a time to part I knew that from the start There comes the day to say goodbye However we so so choose to sigh There comes a time to part On the concourse by the luggage cart There comes the day to say goodbye Yet still we may choose to wonder why Yes, still we may choose to wonder why Bridge Swallows flash through the bridge arch Just as we may have to take flight, to and fro Going where the recklessness of romance may take us Making us ever thankful, for the joys of happenstance Chorus There comes a time to part I knew that from the start There comes the day to say goodbye However we so so choose to sigh There comes a time to part On the concourse by the luggage cart There comes the day to say goodbye Yet still we may choose to wonder why Yes, still we may choose to wonder why

Song 10 Reference - Mick North: Etymology Chorus And on that day Maybe in case of a passion You offered me your telephone number Yes, on that fateful day In a somewhat understated fashion I offered you my life, never again to wonder Verse Before this was written there were words Our oft absurd situation began on that very kerb Among unheard thoughts of love, with just on just sensations That incorporation; of those who know, and those who don't To flaunt such talk of flame fired lust, and fiercer infatuations Retreat from peace, to the cause of wayward, wilful imaginations Chorus And on that day Maybe in case of a passion You offered me your telephone number Yes, on that fateful day In a somewhat understated fashion I offered you my life, never again to wonder Verse Not built with or on but growing out of stone No more to be alone, that loneliness gifted up As a koan; the light lifted, the present shifted Into somewhere more certain, to sit at your glass Topped throne, bone and marrow, to be carried Over the horizon, towards the shepherd’s zone Chorus And on that day Maybe in case of a passion You offered me your telephone number Yes, on that fateful day In a somewhat understated fashion I offered you my life, never again to wonder Bridge Climbing from the back doors. A name takes root Just as we shoot our glances across the dance floor We scoot our words through the campus, boot stamps And chiffon cotton enchants; you suit her, she suits you She entices, and romances; you, no longer mute You bless her, for her gifts of ripened fruit Chorus And on that day Maybe in case of a passion You offered me your telephone number Yes, on that fateful day In a somewhat understated fashion I offered you my life, never again to wonder

Song 11 Reference - Simon North: Private Detective Chorus Did I cramp your style Already had I become possessive Did you though work it out That poetry was my way to be self-expressive Did you see through my indiscriminate cover As you smothered the least imperfection Did you turn out to be the mother The lover, of all of my desired defections Verse If there is anything to know I would be willing to listen If you should want again to show How the Cherry Blossom did glisten Chorus Did I cramp your style Already had I become possessive Did you though work it out That poetry was my way to be self-expressive Did you see through my indiscriminate cover As you smothered the least imperfection Did you turn out to be the mother The lover, of all of my desired defections Verse Jealousy has played him As I once myself was jealous Zealots and sycophants thus kin As I once thought we so slight invidious Chorus Did I cramp your style Already had I become possessive Did you though work it out That poetry was my way to be self-expressive Did you see through my indiscriminate cover As you smothered the least imperfection Did you turn out to be the mother The lover, of all of my desired defections Verse Suspicion is a commodity The sort I cannot do without A frequent if somewhat oddity To make me scream and shout Chorus Did I cramp your style Already had I become possessive Did you though work it out That poetry was my way to be self-expressive Did you see through my indiscriminate cover As you smothered the least imperfection Did you turn out to be the mother The lover, of all of my desired defections Bridge The hieroglyphic moment As seashells twinkle on the sand The sentinels of inner torment As winkles pick among the damned Chorus Did I cramp your style Already had I become possessive Did you though work it out That poetry was my way to be self-expressive Did you see through my indiscriminate cover As you smothered the least imperfection Did you turn out to be the mother The lover, of all of my desired defections

Song 12 Reference - Deborah Randall: A Presentation Clock Chorus She said 'put down your beer And come stand a little nearer' It was my big chance, her line dance If only I knew, how to stand close Or how to make my intentions any clearer Verse Rain again, nattering on the convoluted shed As you let yourself be led down the garden path With every word she said you turned towards her bed You embraced street-credibility, as you silenced your laugh Chorus She said 'put down your beer And come stand a little nearer' It was my big chance, her line dance If only I knew, how to stand close Or how to make my intentions any clearer Verse And a presentation clock rocks on For those who came first or last Invited to put journeyman frocks on For those with neither creed, nor class Chorus She said 'put down your beer And come stand a little nearer' It was my big chance, her line dance If only I knew, how to stand close Or how to make my intentions any clearer Bridge And the coals in the grate Turning to the end of the dying embers And the ferry has no need for freight Heading to port, on the first of our Decembers Chorus She said 'put down your beer And come stand a little nearer' It was my big chance, her line dance If only I knew, how to stand close Or how to make my intentions any clearer

Song 13 Reference - Oliver Reynolds: V & L Chorus The party is over The other parties haven't yet begun The party is over, you are back in your room The party is over, the reasons simply won't become The doubts though, they are doubtless so so soon For I, as they, are too too swiftly becoming undone Verse Dodecahedron wears crepe I myself am in such a state With no prospect of another date Chorus The party is over The other parties haven't yet begun The party is over, you are back in your room The party is over, the reasons simply won't become The doubts though, they are doubtless so so soon For I, as they, are too too swiftly becoming undone Verse Letters lay claim to inscape Was I really, so so second rate And am I now, to be at the mercy of fate Chorus The party is over The other parties haven't yet begun The party is over, you are back in your room The party is over, the reasons simply won't become The doubts though, they are doubtless so so soon For I, as they, are too too swiftly becoming undone Verse Pi offers Lozenge a grape At table I set up my poetry bait She approaches, only then to hesitate Chorus The party is over The other parties haven't yet begun The party is over, you are back in your room The party is over, the reasons simply won't become The doubts though, they are doubtless so so soon For I, as they, are too too swiftly becoming undone Bridge 'Just love this linear jape' Psychological statistics I state She has to go, she's running late Chorus The party is over The other parties haven't yet begun The party is over, you are back in your room The party is over, the reasons simply won't become The doubts though, they are doubtless so so soon For I, as they, are too too swiftly becoming undone

Song 14 Reference - Stephen Romers: From The Country Seat Chorus I telephoned you, you rang me back We always spoke with each other, that's how our love was cast You rang me, I telephoned you back We always spoke to one another, we wanted what we had to last We wanted what we had to last, that's how our love was cast We wanted what we had to last, we wanted, what we had, to last Verse There is comfort in tables, and equilibrium There is a continuum, through the communication cables Which are laid over the land, and under the sea Chorus I telephoned you, you rang me back We always spoke with each other, that's how our love was cast You rang me, I telephoned you back We always spoke to one another, we wanted what we had to last We wanted what we had to last, that's how our love was cast We wanted what we had to last, we wanted, what we had, to last Verse I have sat so unnaturally still Willing these words to spill from my lips Killing the time before our next congregation Chorus I telephoned you, you rang me back We always spoke with each other, that's how our love was cast You rang me, I telephoned you back We always spoke to one another, we wanted what we had to last We wanted what we had to last, that's how our love was cast We wanted what we had to last, we wanted, what we had, to last Verse Her brand of cigarette Is milder than my King size filter tip Sip from this why don't you, before I undo your zip Chorus I telephoned you, you rang me back We always spoke with each other, that's how our love was cast You rang me, I telephoned you back We always spoke to one another, we wanted what we had to last We wanted what we had to last, that's how our love was cast We wanted what we had to last, we wanted, what we had, to last Bridge Our cafe is the same. She's as good as here Near enough to whisper sweet nothings Or to share her Purple Hearts, before the opprobrium Chorus I telephoned you, you rang me back We always spoke with each other, that's how our love was cast You rang me, I telephoned you back We always spoke to one another, we wanted what we had to last We wanted what we had to last, that's how our love was cast We wanted what we had to last, we wanted, what we had, to last

Song 15 Reference - Adam Thorpe: The Hunt Chorus You could have been here But I knew you wouldn't be You should have been here But I knew you couldn't be You could have, you should have But I knew I knew you couldn't I just knew that you wouldn't be Verse The agonies we went through Spent lives, unsent letters too Better to live here and now, with or without you Chorus You could have been here But I knew you wouldn't be You should have been here But I knew you couldn't be You could have, you should have But I knew I knew you couldn't I just knew that you wouldn't be Verse Each spoon we trembled to touch Our brief liaison, for you it resembled nothing much But the captured, he was slipping swiftly, upon your clutch Chorus You could have been here But I knew you wouldn't be You should have been here But I knew you couldn't be You could have, you should have But I knew I knew you couldn't I just knew that you wouldn't be Verse All track lost Of the incurred, and the impending cost As we misinterpreted the forthcoming winter's frost Chorus You could have been here But I knew you wouldn't be You should have been here But I knew you couldn't be You could have, you should have But I knew I knew you couldn't I just knew that you wouldn't be Bridge We took too long. The sun Went down too often, too often we began to run Yet the stun of love, the stun of love could not be shunned Chorus You could have been here But I knew you wouldn't be You should have been here But I knew you couldn't be You could have, you should have But I knew I knew you couldn't I just knew that you wouldn't be

Chorus 1 Would you care to come into my bed It is what you want, right now To be here with me, isn't it I could wear silk, and something crimson red That's what I want, right now For you to be here with me, isn't it

Chorus 2 Did we make love My beautiful friend Did we make love Way back when Did we make love My beautiful friend

I phrase and paraphrase your words Searching for the soul Which echo our desires I phrase and paraphrase your words Searching for the whole To light our heavenly fires

Chorus 4 That is uncanny It is my second favourite book She really reaches me I hope she reaches you too That is twelve-ninety five sir Twelve pounds ninety-five To the man in the blue mackintosh The dream before? That will be the fishes

Chorus 5 I walk between the silver birch Making my own path Through the morning dew I take several steps On a straight line I then turn, and return I remake the same journey Moving, gracefully, repeatedly In all possible directions

Chorus 6 There was a time When all I thought I needed Was to go forwards, ever faster Yes, believe me, at that time Urgency was my station master Now, in later life I feel that steadiness Fits the pace I'm after Peace, love, conversation With a fair deal of laughter

The tee-shirts act as motifs For places where I have been Also for those places Which, for uncertain reasons I have not been I did not climb to the mountain top I did not swim in the river deep I did not float on the arctic ice floe I did not paraglide with my lover O, no, sorry We did do that, didn't we

There is a boundary line for me Also a separate boundary line for you We must not ever cross those boundary lines Neither should we stay out too long In the midday sun, watching the aeroplanes Playing, in the big blue, vapour-trail sky

Am I a better person, for having taken, and passed The Open University course in Cognitive Psychology I am certainly a better person for having met you, and corresponded After the Open University course in Cognitive Psychology Are you a better person for having taken, and passed The Open University course in Cognitive Psychology You are certainly a neat person, for having met up with me, and corresponded After the Open University course in Cognitive Psychology Are we better people for having taken, and passed The Open University course in Cognitive Psychology We are certainly sadder people, for having met up, and then eventually parted After the Open University course in Cognitive Psychology

I look for you With, and without expectation I look out for you With, and without doubt I know that you would only be here To bring symmetry I know that yes you would be here To bring the equanimity So I look out, for your symmetrical eyes So I look out, for your equanimous eyes

Chorus 11 I look for you But do not see you I look out for you though With joyful purpose If you should see me Yet I do not see you If you would be near to me Be it with joyful purpose

I was not at all prepared For the noble silence of the mind In point of fact I have brought several distractions with me: I have to build a wood store I have to put a roof on an open space behind our house I have to build a shelter for my meditation seat All of these require a fair amount of detail to work through And, as you might imagine A good deal of this goes on in my mind

I walk the line You appear, as if from nowhere I walk the line You disappear, as if to nowhere Yesterday I walked the line I did not see you, no, not anywhere Tomorrow I will not walk the line I will disappear, as if back to nowhere

Talk about the aches, and pains Talk about the nightmares And the wildest of dreams Talk about belief Yes, talk about belief Talk about the certainty of truth Talk about the observation And the feeling for sensations Talk about belief Yes, talk about belief

Chorus 15 You are happy, he said Sat across the table I can see it in your clear eyes I can see it in your good skin Yes, I now think to myself I gave up half a lifetime For your good skin For your clear eyes

Chorus 16 So here I am then Living the dream Your words, not mine But I won't argue with you Rather I shall simply observe Pray, make of that what you will

Chorus 17 Two refectory tables Twenty-nine years apart Two refectory tables A tricky place to start Two refectory tables Horse before the cart Tick-tock kicks on my beating heart Tick-tock kicks on my beating heart