1. |
First
03:14
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Through the smoulder over the morning
As I reach and touch the hanging air...
There's the year gone
There's the year
For all the same it's not as it were
From its first and to the last
I'm warming to its care
To the first and the last
To the first, to the last
Everyone of its asks
Everyone of its postures
Don't dare be so afraid
If it's not ours it won't remain
It is ours to make the change
Not to anticipate
To the first and the last
To the first, to the last
Everyone of its asks
Everyone of its postures
For all the same it's not as it were
For all the same it's all the same
To the first and the last
To the first, to the last
Everyone of its asks
Everyone of its postures
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2. |
As I Run Past The Water
01:37
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3. |
As We Are
03:50
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as I am sure of morning talk,
beside the wild and neighbouring green
where in fits and starts
come your errant calls to me
of making days before they came
down by the way the train would run
all impermanence
what’s to stay us in our ways
in our company
as we are
so is our strength and time and again
as we are
so is our strength, come carry me friend
as we are
until it makes sense or til all us is spent
though farther, farther than we went
In all the ways you’ve been remade
the mount is sound above it all
and so silently
just as your promise was to me
i am sure of it
as we are
so is our strength and time and again
as we are
so is our strength, come carry me friend
as we are
until it makes sense or til all us is spent
though farther, farther than we went
as I am sure that all we are
is bound by grace tied up with care
as we are
so is our strength and time and again
as we are
so is our strength, come carry me friend
as we are
until it makes sense or til all us is spent
though farther, farther than we went
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4. |
A Light to Align
03:10
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the haunt of the road
all noise of becoming
giving away to the small of the sky
where was I then
estranged I remember
giving myself away to your eyes
and the still is at the door
a light to align, all aside in kind
If I could be there believe I would
I get lost, I get lost in mine
if I could be there believe I would
you gave me your name
you gave me my answer
some time shy beside three of me more
the cold will erode
the strange surely temper
all I gain’s a time to waste
a change to explore
and the still is at the door
a light to align, all aside in kind
If I could be there believe I would
I get lost, I get lost in mine
if I could be there believe I would
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5. |
No Return
02:48
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i believe I’m heading in for a _____
stand up
never be the one to say it
that’s a sure fire way to admit it
THAT you shouldn’t want
you couldn’t want
for care
not such a sure bet on waiting to be gone
and the first thing wrong
you try to tell it as a lesson
while I cover my arm and take my blessing
no I shouldn’t want
I couldn’t want
for care
i believe I’m heading in for a _____
there’ll be no return to normalcy
so sit with me til then
not such a sure bet on waiting to be gone
two months on
i’m down my rights, some worry
O to have everything back I carried
was I to know I was stronger than I could be
we were never just, ever just an only
or THAT you shouldn’t want
you couldn’t want
for care
there’ll be no return
to normalcy
so sit with me til then
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Frank Henry Bedford Park, Australia
currently living and working on Kaurna Land
contact/say hi
fgiles.music@gmail.com
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