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A New Kind of Freedom | 2017

The Birds

Hi, said the blackbird sittin’ on a chair,Once I courted a lady fair.She proved fickle and turned her back —ever since, I been dressed in black. Hi, said the blue jay as she flew,If I was a young man, I’d have two.If one proved fickle and chanced for to go,I’d […]

A New Kind of Freedom | 2017

When you need someone

When you need someone,when you need someone,when you need someone —I will hear the call (x2). You been caught in the light of a bad satellite,and you’re walking in the night, you’re all wrong, not right.You’re looking for a better way,a getaway,a rescue. When the sky’s fallin’ in and you’re

A New Kind of Freedom | 2017

Sack a Bones

There’s a scary guy from the eightiesin a black Mercedes,with gris-gris in his pocketand your hair in a locket…Does he know you? Tag and Bone will paint you.Rag and Bone will dress you.But Sack a Bones will take you home (x2).Let me take you home.You look so alone,Lady Rag and

A New Kind of Freedom | 2017

After The Fall

Bin memorising poets and their four-letter rhymes,talking on the telephone with an alien mind.Home is deranged —there’s nowhere safe.It’s gone missin’,it’s missing. Tell me, sweet Jesus, who did Adam call?After the fall. Kickin’ empty bottles on a broken boulevard,addressing curses to the moon and stars.The city is deranged —there’s nowhere

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