Dave Binyon

where the wild roses grow

where the wild roses grow And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" ...

yellow bw

yellow bw Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah, they were all yellow. ...

in the age of electronic media

in the age of electronic media No reason given when they turned against us Only slaughter There is no war There is only the harvest The harvest ...

body electric

body electric My clothes still smell like you, And all the photographs say you’re still young. I pretend I’m not hurt And go about the world like I’m havin’ fun. ...

when there is no sun

when there is no sun The sky is a sea of darkness when there is no sun Eternal darkness, darkness, darkness ...

flat iron

flat iron Woman Jumps To Her Death From 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar, Others Keep Drinking http://gothamist.com/2015/07/21/230_fifth_suicide_ex_hasid.php Scroll down ...

sun song

sun song Shot up into the sun. ...

a new england

a new england Are you looking for another girl? ...

to live is to fly

to live is to fly Days up and down they come like rain on a conga drum forget most, remember some but don't turn none away Everything is not enough nothing is too much to bear where you been is good and gone all you keep's the getting there To live is to fly low and high so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes Townes van Zandt - To live is to fly ...

wish you were here

wish you were here Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? L. S. Lowry is one of the UK’s best loved artists, famous for his industrial scenes and ‘stick men’. It is less well-known that he had a great love for the North-East and was a regular visitor to the area. Lowry spent his holidays in Berwick-upon-Tweed, visiting frequently from the mid-1930's until the year before his death in 1976. He used Berwick as a base from which to explore the area. He loved to walk round the town and spent days rambling the town walls and finding scenes to sketch in Berwick, Tweedmouth and Spittal. ...

heart of gold

heart of gold I've been in my mind, It's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold. Harvest time. ...

light my fire

light my fire no selfies - a million pounds is nothing - klf - put it on the fire - boring - mischief - try to set the night on fire ...

it's about that time

it's about that time It's about that time when the swallows think of leaving. By early September, most swallows are preparing to migrate. They flutter about restlessly, and often gather on telegraph wires. Most leave the UK during September, with early broods of youngsters being the first to go. But a few stragglers may hang around into October.  The return journey to Africa takes about six weeks. Swallows from different parts of Europe fly to different destinations. Ours end up in the very south. They travel down through western France and eastern Spain into Morocco, before crossing the Sahara Desert and the Congo rainforest – finally reaching South Africa and Namibia. Swallows migrate during daylight, flying quite low and covering about 320 km (200 miles) each day. At night they roost in huge flocks in reed-beds at traditional stopover spots. Since swallows feed entirely on flying insects, they don’t need to fatten up before leaving, but can snap up their food along the way. Nonetheless, many die of starvation. If they survive, they can live for up to sixteen years. ...

the stately homes of england

the stately homes of england The Stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand, To prove the upper classes Have still the upper hand; ...

all the world is green

all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We can bring back the old days again And all the world is green ...

blow up

blow up I think I witnessed another fiendish murder, yesterday. ...

 

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