This Is My Spark, Where Embers Remain

Uncertain tides encompass my feet,
When getting by gets old,
Under the sand buried deep,
Go the secrets untold
When history repeats,
Whilst your feeling cold,

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.

Standing oblivious,
Blank to the world around,
Colours evaporate within each other,
Never to be discovered,
The prickly feel on your skin,
Blend in where the backgrounds begin.

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.

To Elizabeth

To Elizabeth,
I saw this and though of you,
I cascade in the dark,
As you light up every room.

This afftecionate scene,
Located anywhere,
Captures me,
I want to be there
On the silver screen,
At the top of the stairs,
In sequence with a dream.

To Elizabeth,
You're everything I've seen before,
Its not enough,
I wander to your door.

Among the grass that's green,
Recollections reimagined,
Dreams already seen,
Presence captured,
Reimagintions agleam,
Grasp the enamoured,
Portraits and daydreams.

Man On The Moon

I'm an entity formed from space bacteria,
So are you,
Thus distinguished hysteria,
Towards the man on the moon.

My friends celestial,
A captivating extra terrestrial,
She is a marble and the moon,
A solar flare in the room.

Upon blackholes reborn,
Among the debris between,
Through the milkyway marauding,
Bouncing around to the stars colliding.

Space dust in the ice,
Evolution of mars bacteria,
Captivating together one and another,
The man on the moons hysteria.

The Man The Money Ruined

Birds that thrive early,
Get there money,
Get bigger wings,
Then move where its sunny.

The man ruined by desires,
Flush with no despair,
Repeating stories,
Too girls with longe blonde hair.

The man the money ruined,
Holds on tight to his photo's,
Evidently weathered,
Not sure if he became bewildered.
Bless away your moral's,
They're bringing you doom.,
Keep your eye on the tiger,
Not on the elephant in the room.

''On The Curb By Streetlight''

Me and you on the curb outside your house,
Talking and laughing till the early hours,
Still remember the look in your eyes,
The feel of your hand in mine,
Memories blossomed,
Under the streetlights.

The rain couldn't wash us inside,
Dancing in the streetlight,
With nowhere to hide,
Love blossomed,
I remember the look in your eyes
Recollections so treasured.

That's For Tomorrow

Sat down with my hope,
Brought it too life,
Ran away with my dreams,
You saw the twinkle in my eye.

Walking on the tightrope
Didn't peer down the hole,
Couldn't run out of time,
Thats for tomorrow.

The brightest star in the sky,
Emblazened on me,
The tugboat on the horizon,
Came in from the sea.

KURT VILE DOWNBOUND TRAIN

Track Of The Year

KURT VILE - DOWNBOUND TRAIN. So Outta Reach E.P

This song has been played to death in this household, first heard it on Steve Lamacq's roundtable. You dont really hear guitars like this at the moment, its very refreshing. I had reservations of picking a cover for my favourite track, But I had too, the guitars, the whole feel of the song, its stoner, its for seagulls, its Santa Monica whatever that means. The lyrics really got me never really heard them like this before, but of course we must thank Bruce Springsteen for that, but without this cover I'd have been ignornant to a phenonemal story of the struggles of life. ''Now I work at the carwash, But all it ever does is rain''. Its Romantic, Its tough, Its vulnerable, Its a lot louder than it sounds.I could have picked Life's A Beach from the same E.P So Outta Reach.