Ride Your Ride

September 8, 2001

Sorry I’m Late, I had trouble getting here

I met a man, yes another strange one

I was standing, Looking up at the thunderclouds

He said he was, the man who keeps the sky

 

What kind of people are these

Who put more value on property than people

Who put their wealth before their wisdom

Who fill the air with dust and all these poisons

 

I can carry, the sound with my bare hands

Of the ships bells passing in the night

I tend to the roofgardens of the world

Rest your tears, let me show you how to make it rain

 

The path of life is not an easy one

And we must sail the oceans of our dreams

Steer clear of all the money scrapers

And when the thunderstorms come my friend, ride your ride

 

Ride your ride

I can make it rain

I am a thunderdreamer

The keep of the skies

I can make the lightning

I can bring the rain

 

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

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.

Magnesium Man

December 9, 2000

Let me tell you about a man I once knew

Bit of a strange one

He used to keep snails in his bedside table

Everyone used to call him the magnesium man

 

The magnesium man shivered and buttoned his coat against the cold

And he stepped outside…..outside

He smiled as he looked up through the pale winter sunlight

At all the meteor showers

And taking that bag in his hand he turned the key in the door behind him

And headed down the path into the road

 

If you’re lucky you might see him

Standing on the corner

As he passes by your front window pane

If you’re lucky, you might see him

Down by the old tin mine

Feeding the ducks as the trains go past in the clouds

 

You might see him, standing in the park late at night

That effervescent glow all around him

Do you want to know what he carries in that bag?

No…..

 

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

 

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

July 23, 2000

The patient man sits silently

On a bench by the ocean

He’s learning his lesson patiently

The lesson of the sea

 

He said “I’ve seen

The light at the end of the world

And now my friend

You must make your choice

Between the devil and the deep blue sea”

 

There is a fire across the heavens

At night when all is still

It’s just your imagination

And only there can you be truly free

 

He said “I’ve seen

The light at the end of the world

And now my friend

You must make your choice

Between the devil and the deep blue sea”

 

With every footprint

I leave upon the shore

I hope that one day

You might find me

With every footprint

I leave upon this shore

I hope that one day

You will find me

 

I’ve been dreaming of the ocean

And walking in the water

‘Cos dreaming is all I have

This restlessness never ends

It never ends

 

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

One Minute, or a Lifetime

May 22, 2000

…Whilst you were fast asleep last night

And lost, within your dreams

I got up from your bedside

And I turned the nightlight out

I had to step into the darkness

 

At last I feel this sadness

Lifted from my shoulders

At last the weight is gone

It’s lifted from my shoulders

 

I felt the voices speaking

A man’s life is short

You will ask for nothing

You will learn to heal

All this fear at last is fading

 

At last I feel this sadness

Lifted from my shoulders

At last the weight is gone

It’s lifted from my shoulders

 

One minute

Or a lifetime

Is all it takes

Just feel it

One minute

Or a lifetime

You can feel it

Surge

Surge like a flood

 

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

 

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.

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