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There's an aroma of cloves and wine
a frosting on the side
I light a candle to fix by shine
and its within there I'll hide
and outside its snowing
and I cannot feel my hands
darling are you coming home for Christmas
the fog it chills me numb
strange colours light the sky
think of what we've become
and what we were in years gone by
but outside its snowing
and my thoughts freeze in solid air
darling are you coming home for Christmas
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Toms Christmas Bird
03:19
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while I watch the Christmas blaze
paint the room with crystal rays
something makes my vision glide
to the frosty scene outside
there to reach a rotting berry
toils a thrush constrained to very
dregs of food by sharp distress
taking such with thankfulness
why oh starving bird when I
one days joy would justify
and put misery out of view
do you make me notice you
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Your eyes were on the movie
your feet were getting cold
I walked towards the window
the years have made us old.
Too colourful the early bloom
Imprisoned eyes and thought
Within this common lamp lit room were things that cant be bought
Along the streets we walked down
Your faultless feet move on
So conscious of the clock now
Your guise is all but gone
So close the door and draw the blinds
on everything out there
Wait a while there comes a time
when faded ones grow fair
Don't bother me I'm just raking up the leaves
All you'll see's me raking up the leaves
Under bough raking up the leaves
Older now, still raking up the leaves
raking up the leaves
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There once was a reason that so sucked me in
To consider escape required potion or pin
Now what filled up the hole’s been consigned to the bin
With the last of the emperor’s clothing.
As clarity rose from the dust on the ground
Where your form had fell in a granular mound
I couldn’t retreat, even utter a sound, being covered in fear and foreboding.
Well some would say foolish and some would say wise
But you were the one who was wasting your time
But while you wasted yours you in turn wasted mine
And we set it adrift in the water.
The colour of language as dark as the night
The metaphors meaning as clear as the light
As I wondered in to your blinding delight
Like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
Well you ran from the ring and you ran from your home
You ran from your words, that indelible tome
What was once said in colour now reads monochrome
From the swell of an ego bursting.
The meditative preacher held in such regard
She told me I could only clean my own yard
And she gave me a coin and she signed off my card
Saying ‘son, you’re relieved of your thirsting ‘.
Now for every fable that sprang from your mind
I’d offer a truth from somewhere deep inside
But what do you see when you don’t know you’re blind?
A room in the ward is awaiting.
A curse on the dogs that just howl through the camp
As I write these words by the light of the lamp
And soon I’ll return to the cold and the damp
Of England’s wintry plating
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MSP London, UK
MSP, songs from now and before with various people or sometimes not many people.
Msp are at:
msp-music.bandcamp.com
&
beautyanddisgust.bandcamp.com
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