Days

February 27, 2001

I can see the lights of this place

Out across the water

Silently they pass on the tide

The watchers keep me awake

Do not look your days in the eye

I can feel the freezing on my skin

And these thoughts are something lost

On the oceans of memory

Awash with pictures that flash and fade

Do not look your days in the eye

Do not look your days in the eye

They will only look deeper into you

Do not look your days in the eye

And now I’m falling, I’m falling overboard

Silently they pass on the tide

And I’m slipping through these dreams

On a clear night you can hear the ships bells toll

And the anchor begins to drag

Forgotten Charts and the smell of the ropes

Growing colder beneath the waves

Beneath the waves

On a clear day, you can hear them

Do not look your days in the eye

They will only look deeper

Into you

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

 

Stop the Engines

February 27, 2001

I have come down unknown paths

To the sand on the shoreline

Like a last man standing at the ends of the earth

I have come here to speak

With the ocean

With the ocean

 

I do not recognise your currency

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

The silence is seething all around me

The spirits of the dead will live again

The tide slips and flows with the cycles of the sun and the moon

The spirits of the dead will live again

 

From far across the water like a silvery dawn

The words blew in from the atlantic

“If you lock yourselves in cages of fear you will never taste you freedom”

You will never taste your freedom

You will never taste your freedom”

 

I do not recognise your currency

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

“Do not look over your shoulder

Hell is just as bad as you imagine it to be

The spirits of the dead will live again

The Spirits of the dead they will live again”

 

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

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

Brother

February 27, 2001

This could be anywhere my friend

The same things day after day

Don’t be afraid cos I’m just someone to lean on

You’re not alone you’re like a brother to me

 

You’re like a brother to me

 

“X” Marks the spot I know you’ll never give in

It’s too late to stop all of this now

These bridges are burning and I’m feeling them pushing and

Pushing and pushing

I have my dreams and I’ve got my reasons

 

You’re like a brother to me

 

You take the sting out of my eye

All these straight lines and these walls

You take the needles from my side

You take the sting out of my eye

 

You’re like a brother to me

 

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

Footprints

February 27, 2001

I am forever

Walking these shores

Of sand and these white horses

The tide will wipe out my footprints

But I know you will find me

 

And what is right

What is wrong

What is true

What is not

 

Their shadow, which destroys the land

Soars like an eagle across the sun

Take a look at the cities and all of these towns

All these motorways and these roads

 

And what is right

What is wrong

What is true

What is not

 

Your business of good, and business of bad

They don’t mean a thing my friend

 

If you go to the rivers or to the mountains

To the fields or to the ocean

At the ends of the earth you will find that cave

Inside a lantern to heal a broken heart

 

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

 

 

This Business

February 27, 2001

This business is a bloody one

And these hands are dripping

Every night I can hear them

Banging on the inside

 

This business

 

I’ve tried to turn my eyes away

But still I hear them

I don’t know if I can do this anymore

I find the words so hard to find

 

This business

 

Can’t go on in silence

As if all time stands still

Shadows gather round us

And there’s a devil…..that lies within

 

I can’t go on in silence

I could never draw that line

Like the black ice of a frozen heart

There’s a devil deep inside

 

This business

There’s a devil…..

 

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

Threads

February 27, 2001

There’s always someone, to take your place

There’s always something, to spend your money on

You never find the time, to do what you wanted to

You have other reasons, why you could never stop

 

It’s just a job, it’s just a job to you

 

And now I’m hanging, by the smallest thread

And I’m looking, for a cliff to sleep on

All this picking, through these wasted days

Watch me change my shape, slip into another form

 

It’s just a job, it’s just a job to you

 

Let me take you to the fields

Let me feed from your touch

It’s just a job to you

Let me show you how to burn

 

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