All Those Acoustic Dreams
Thank you for listening my friends. John. STARS THAT FLY Blameless eyes, wandering through the mists of time, morning joy, bright water mine. Stars that fly, night skies hiding tears that shine, endless days and you, sublime. Mountains blue, tussock high, sheaves of snow that touch the sky. Come with me, hear the Autumn leaves upon the bough above, feel the shadow of our timeless love. Let me lay upon your breast. My spirit, now, your soul to rest. Heaven's joy is yours and mine, in endless time. Sapphired seas, swirling secrets in the morning breeze, Lover's promised memories. Wild ocean's call, lightning's ribbon turned aside, truth's wonder rides life's setting tide. Fly through the blue. Rainbow's heaven waits there for you, my weary soul, once more, adieu! Sweet love of mine, a shooting star on sunblessed sands, Time Traveller, now I understand. BODY AND SOUL A night or two, a dance of flames. Fierce fires of laughter, fragrant flower, take my love. Body and soul, rhythm and rhyme, beating time. Spanish dancer, how I love you. Our dance of love, the dance of dreams. Mist-veiled breasts, they heave in perfect time as the dancer burns. SHADOWS A man holds a glowing box of treasure. They smile at my longing and lust for pleasure. Stranger fill my need. Come and share my sorrow. Join me in my body and celebrate tomorrow. But it seems so strange as I walk on shadows. Pleading hands reach out with pearls and wine. Take your pleasure now. Be the first in line. Unredeeming lovers draw breath in perfect pain. The nobleman departs, the saintly one remains. Now it seems so strange as I walk on shadows. And here I have no name, day by day, day by day, day by day, as I walk on shadows. ACOUSTIC DREAMS When the big city streets and the East Coast dreaming are wearing thin, I will be waiting. When the publishing man and the F.M. jockeys fail to call, I will be relating. When the neanderthal throwbacks laugh at your songs ah' gentle one, it tears my heart in two. You're too pure to play in this artistic wasteland, sweet songbird, I'd gladly die for you. And those acoustic dreams and spotlight beams won't elude you. The one-night stands and cold foreign lands won't exclude you, just be strong, for me. Backpack and guitar make you look so small. God! I feel so proud as I stare through liquid eyes. Hey! Aussie girl you can take the World but you know how I feel about lengthy public goodbyes. Now the silver bird swallows my girl keep on walking tall and lay 'em in the aisles for me. You always had the strength to play your own songs so fulfil your dreams, and let them all be free. And those acoustic dreams and spotlight beams won't elude you. The one-night stands and cold foreign lands won't exclude you, just be strong, for me. I laughed at the way you told the music guru to place his casting couch somewhere where the sun don't shine. I guess you're like your old man you don't suffer fools and parking tickets like him, are hardly worth the fine. And it's great news about your university tour I told you sweet songbird it was only a matter of time. I know I drank too many beers but you're a celebration, sweet daughter, I'm so proud your mine. And the spotlight sweep holds your face in it's fingers. You held them in your hands and once again your beauty lingers. All those acoustic dreams and spotlight beams won't elude you. The one-night stands and cold foreign lands won't exclude you, just be strong, for me. THE MAN OF CONSTANT SADNESS The man of constant sadness walks a lonely track. The man with few friends left gives nothing, expects nothing back. He wanders the corridors of night alone behind a shield of illusion. Rejects the company of strangers and frowns with confusion. So here's to all the people of sadness that I sing this song. A cane in their hand a pain in their heart love them, before their gone. He walks the thin line between emotions of joy and sorrow. Remembers the only girl who loved him and cared about his tomorrow. He sits alone on a cold park bench thinking of days of innocence. Thinks of the times before she died and how they walked tall with confidence. So here's to all the people of sadness that I sing this song. A cane in their hand a pain in their heart love them, before their gone. Twenty years of troubled times since he heard her happy laugh. The man of constant sadness with nothing but a crumpled photograph. He slowly returns to his silent room it's going to be the last time. The kids don't see him but he knows they still love him. It's so hard to find time. He empties the bottle of tablets and his mood turns serene. He proudly stares at his son's diploma and awaits his final scene. Mrs Benson said that he kept to himself and it must have been madness. Still locked in his hand a crumpled photograph. Farewell! Man of constant sadness. REBECCA Hey,old friend of mine. I'm in a mysterious bind. And it's going to take some time,this time. I feel that old familiar flow. Which is why I'm laying low. And it's going to take some time,this time. And all your silent screams and supernatural dreams, they're going nowhere child. Not this time. And only a chosen few will sanctify my love for you. But I want no sympathy, not this time. THE SACRED VALLEY Far away in a world of long-forgotten heroes. The Virgin Child and a Salem City leading man. Time stood still. Beside that old familiar flow. The kick inside. Will this unborn child ever know? So fly with me to the golden rendezvous. When the sacred valley turns from indigo to blue. I love you. These timeless dreams. From the silence of dark unreaching time, my sweet Lord, can you tell me, have you seen her? Eyes of blue. A fair-skinned girl with child unborn. Under Salem skies we shall grieve our unsung love forlorn. CASSINI'S DIVISION In the mists of a dream,are you nearing? Time Voyager,will you be hearing? The capsule is held in this violet and silver sky. Cassini's Division is dark and,God,I wonder why? The mirror will appear on this ethereal Saturn night. The doorway to dimensions of endless, timeless sight. The moment will be nearing. Time Voyager, will you be hearing me? THE EMPTY ROOM It seems as if it's going to be a slow day. According to silent eyes. One of those days when you sit and wonder. What if she'd stayed after the lies? The dreams of the meek they don't come easy,like a distant conversation,like a lover's last goodbye. The thoughts of the night, they hold all the answers,like a timeless constellation, in a ageless, silent sky. It seems like an animated journey, within the fragments of a troubled dream. The warmth of you is not forgotten. These wounds of our love cannot be seen. The dreams of the meek, they don't come easy. Like a distant converstaion like a lover's last goodbye. The thoughts of the night they hold the answers. Like a timeless constellation in a silent, starless sky. Freedom from love's obligation is but a tomb inside a silent womb. Expectations are just a luxury inside this empty room. DARK SIDE OF TWELVE Waif of the night dressed to kill. She sells a half hour of moves sure to thrill. Like a cat she prowls young body for hire. Stares at the headlight sweep with eyes of fire. The second last trick has left her body torn. A song from the busker with words of scorn. If just for a friend to share the pain. Cold steel. White death. Numbs the brain. Where do they come from and where do they go? Someone's pride and joy they all stand in a row. Why do they do it? When will it show? Mum reads her letters but she'll never know. Last lover is gone. She seeks the shelter of sleep. Thinks of Mum at the farm and starts to weep. All the early plans and long forgotten dreams. Replaced by pain and late night schemes. Where do they come from and where do they go? Someone's pride and joy they all stand in a row. Why do they do it? When will it show? Mum reads her letters but she'll never know. Night eyes watching on the edge of a dream. In the shadows of smack things are not quite what they seem. Just a fisfull of pills. Sweet body feeling unclean. The overhead mirror reflects her final scene. Young body now at peace. Safe in eternal rest. Mum holds her cold face to her maternal breast. Go chase your dreams! Mum's wild tomboy. She'll never forget her baby pride and joy. THE MOTHER This witch must surely die. Sam, the time has come for you to fly. It's flying time. Time to spread your wings and learn to climb above the clouds that once were mine. You're a special child. Float above the hate that you will find and let your love shine on through. Take my hand. I'm fading now. But you must understand we'll meet again in eternity. Samantha smile. It's time to spread your wings and learn to climb above the clouds that once were mine. Sam, don't be sad. Dry your eyes and you must learn to climb above the stars that once were mine. LOVE ME Love me,love me as you have never loved before. So small the price, so great the prize for the eternal dancer. Leave your diamonds and pearls for the gracious dancer. My chosen few come join the queue, the door is always open. Share in my love. Be with me and leave the night unspoken. Love me now! Take my heart! Make rent my soul asunder. The songbird speaks of morning's glow and suns that rise like thunder. The truth flies lightly from her words with whispered warnings' wonder. THE SON As the shapeless takes form. The soft stillness of time, sleeps in a world forlorn. When your face is pale with dawn. Sheltering passion not yet born. Maybe I'll just drift away. And sing you songs of yesterday. We are free and we are proud. I cast off fear and surprise, when I call your name out loud. Heavy-laden we stand in the eyes of passers-by. Sowing seeds of time, under these wilderskies. MARS Martian people, there's not much left to say. Beneath this black and whitened world. The metal-skinned warriors, microscopic heroes, constantly searching. God! It's a black and white world! As I search for the Martian people, I wonder, can they see me from their underground world? A once great civilization, disposed and divided by a man great in name, but in his moment, sordid. The final shower, the darkest hour. See the great forests blackened by fire. All works copyright John Loughman.