Dave Binyon

far from any road

far from any road She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood. ...

a fresh fall

a fresh fall Harry Allen with Hank Jones Trio - Autumn Leaves ...

why old men cry

why old men cry Remembering I walked from Ypres to Passchendale In the first gray days of spring Through flatland fields where life goes on And carefree children sing Round rows of ancient tombstones Where a generation lies And at last I understood Why old men cry My mother's father walked these fields Some eighty years ago He was half the age that I am now No way that he could know That his unborn grandchild someday Would cross his path this way And stand here Where his fallen comrades lay He'd been dead a quarter century By the time that I was born The mustard gas which swept the trenches Ripped apart his lungs Another name and number Among millions there who died And at last I understood Why old men cry I walked from Leith to Newtongrange At the turning of the year Through desolate communities And faces gaunt with fear Past bleak, abandoned pitheads Where rich seams of coal still lie And at last I understood Why old men cry My father helped to win the coal That lay neath Lothian's soil A life of bitter hardship The reward for years of toil But he tried to teach his children There was more to life than this Working all your life To make some fat cat rich I walked from Garve to Ullapool As the dawn light kissed the earth And breathed the awesome beauty Of this land that gave me birth I looked into the future Saw a people proud and free As I looked along Loch Broom Out to the sea ...

what's the life of a man

what's the life of a man What's the life of a man anymore than a leaf A man has his season, so why should he grieve Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away ...

when the leaves come falling down

when the leaves come falling down This tree simply begged to be photographed - the light was amazing Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again And the leaves come falling down In September,… Van Morrison - when the leaves come falling down ...

these last days

these last days These last days, I've never known in so many ways Looking around me, I realise I've found me ablaze In the peace, deep in the soul of someone who sees That no revolution, no new solutions could ease. ...

but beautiful i

but beautiful i Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall you fall And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all But Beautiful ...

hip hop

hip hop the story of hip hop - the books spotting hip hop ...

if no golden summer

if no golden summer Aidas Giniotis ir Indre Dirgelaite - Jei ne auksines vasaros An old Lithuanian folk song If not for the golden summers, If not for the blue cornflowers We wouldn't have ended up here Where the days pass by in grey. So silently the summers crawl, The blooming flowers wilt away. Silently we wipe our tears After burying our youth. We will leave these crossroads And everything we had - The youth, the laughter, the tears And the ones we loved. I will depart one evening And won't ever come back. The cornflowers will blossom in blue But I won't see them again. ...

l' eternel retour

l' eternel retour l' eternel retour - Mare's Tail Horsetail (Equisetum arvense), often called mare’s tail, is an invasive, deep-rooted perennial weed that will spread quickly to form a dense carpet of foliage, crowding out less vigorous plants in beds and borders. The creeping rhizomes of this pernicious plant may go down as deep as 2m (7ft) below the surface, making them hard to remove by digging out, especially if they invade a border. They often enter gardens by spreading underground from neighbouring properties or land. Equisetum is a "living fossil" as it is the only living genus of the entire class Equisetopsida, which for over one hundred million years was much more diverse and dominated the understory of late Paleozoic forests. A survivor - one hundred million years old and impossible to eradicate. ...

needle of death

needle of death When sadness fills your heart And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to 'scape your misery How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore ...

yes - and you and i

yes - and you and i yes - and you and i - from close to the edge A man conceived a moment's answer to the dream Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes As a foundation left to create the spiral aim A movement regained and regarded both the same All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed Between the picture of time behind the face of need Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid Emotions revealed as the ocean maid All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you hippyness ...

dancing in the dark

dancing in the dark Dancing in the dark Till the tune ends, We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends, We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here, Time hurries by, we're here and gone; ...

wake up and make love with me

wake up and make love with me If I look so self-possessed Oh please disturb my rest It's lovely when I'm sleeping But wide awake is best ...

 

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