Ask Yourself

December 17, 1999

Let me ask you

Has anyone

Has anyone felt like this before

Let me ask you

Do you care

Do you care about anything at all

Does it matter

Does it matter to you should we try to talk

 

If I was lost would you help me to be found

Or would you turn your back and try to shut me out

 

We’re all human

Yes human

And being human we all have desire

To be something

Yes something

Something that says “hey, I’m special too”

 

If you were lost I’d help you to be found

I’d never turn my back or shut you out

 

Where do we go from here

Will we ever make it work

Does anybody know which way to turn

What are we doing here

And what the hell are we fighting for

What is it that I’m missing when I look into your eyes

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

Skinwalker

December 11, 1999

I don’t want to save your world and I don’t give a

That’s right I don’t give a

‘Cos I won’t help you no I can’t help you

You can’t help those, who refuse to help themselves

And I’m walking through your dreams

With flaming hands

‘Cos I’m a skinwalker, I carry the inner fire

 

Skinwalker

 

I bless the torture in your heart and I feel your pain

Do you think I can’t feel your pain?

And I can’t help you no I won’t help you

All this pain that hurts so much can only lead us to understand

And I’m walking through your dreams

With flaming hands

‘Cos I’m a skinwalker I carry the inner fire

 

Skinwalker

 

I bless the faces that are looking down at looking down at me

The raindrops run around these eyes and through these hands of fire

I’m still waiting for the day to come around when we can

Walk with understanding of this burning

That is burning in our hearts

 

The medicine is always strong within this circle of the light

Open your heart and let the skinwalker

Slip down through your blood and bone

Across the open plains that stretch for miles

You start to feel it

Beneath the starlit heavens a thousand fires

Reflected in these eyes

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

Oceans in Her Eyes

December 9, 1999

I’m lost within her blue green eyes

And her cool clear water skin

She’s like the dawn that opens far out to sea

Over silver shoals that gently rise on the tide

 

Within the slow tide of her lamplight

I watch the moths begin to rise

Her beauty washes all around me

I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes

 

She keeps the secrets to the ocean

The secrets one day she’ll set free

She spins her web from threads of amber sun

As she disappears into the sea

 

Within the slow tide of her lamplight

I watch the moths begin to rise

Her beauty washes all around me

I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes

 

She’s like a whirlpool

She consumes desire

She’s like a whirlpool

A consuming fire

 

I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

Leigh-on-Sea

December 9, 1999

I’m here

In the empty faces walking on the pier

I’m here

Where the winter sunlight sparkles on the sea

I’m here

On the quayside looking out at all the fishing boats

I’m here

Like the breeze upon your pretty face

 

When I come for you my love

I will find you in your dreams

I’ll put fire in your hands

And I’ll drag you to the sea

We will run into the foam

Let the ocean take us

I will set your spirit free

 

I’m here

I’m the wind blowing circles in fallen leaves

I’m here

I’m as restless as the sea, I cannot sleep

I’m here

In the sunset silhouette of ghostly fairground rides

I’m here

Under the neon flashing lights of all the amusement arcades

 

I have come for you my love

I must take you from your dreams

I’ll put fire on your tongue

And I’ll throw you in the sea

I will drag you through the foam

Let the ocean cleanse you

I have come to set you free

 

I’m here

In the stillness of the dawn, I’m in the air

I’m here

In the dewrops on every blade of grass

I’m here

In all the trees that whisper on the wind

I’m here

I’m the spirit demon watching over you

 

I have come for you my love

I must take you from your dreams

I’ll put fire on your tongue

And I’ll throw you to the sea

I will pull you through the foam

Let the ocean cleanse you

I have come to set you free

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

The Patience of the Sea

December 9, 1999

The Sky above me goes for miles and miles

I blink and look up to the blue

Beneath these wheels another open road

And words I’m trying to forget

All these faces looking down at me

And those who will never see that smile again

 

Will you come and take me home

Will you heal these aching bones

Will you take me far away from here

Will you come and take me

 

A year is but a day to them

As they look down on us

At our bedsides as we sleep

They sit with the patience of the sea

And as I dream she holds me in her arms

She cools the burning in my heart

 

Will you come and take me home

Will you heal these broken bones

Will you take me far away from here

Will you come and take me

 

She’s walking through the cornfields in my dreams

And as she walks the air grows cold

I’m looking deep into those burning eyes

She traps the moonlight

She traps the moonlight in her eyes

 

As her shadow moves across the wall

I know there’s nothing really there

Watch me ride over the waterfall

I’m tired of swinging by this thread

Hidden far beneath the ocean

The bells I hear them calling me

 

Will you come and take me home

Will you heal these broken bones

Will you take me far away from here

Will you come and take me

 

Every minute, every hour

Every minute is like an hour

Every minute, every hour

Every minute, is like an hour

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

 

 

Sands of Time

December 9, 1999

The blue blue ocean crashes painfully

Upon a shoreline of broken shells

I’m looking for somewhere to disappear

To dissolve me from view

 

And all this fire that burns around me

Never cools

 

All the ice in hell could never cure me

Of this ill that’s poisoning my flesh

The Seasons change but these burning eyes

Follow nothing but your foolish moves

 

And all this fire that burns around me

Never cools

 

the fierce rays of the sun, infernal

Have blackened the spirit I can’t hide

The drifting sands of time prey silent witness

To the weakness that we’re all afraid to die

 

And all this hell that burns around me

Will never cool

 

The drifting sands of time prey silent witness

To the weakness that we’re all afraid to die

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.