I see trees of green, red roses, too, I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself: “what a wonderful world!”
I see skies of blue, clouds of white, the bright blessed day and the dark sacred night
And I think to myself: “what a wonderful world!” Continue reading


Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
Hey man, you know you’re never coming back Continue reading


I went out walking the other day, the wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans from the night I spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead, well, I thought about my friend, Michel Continue reading


I’ve seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth, your tiny lies.
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns, your midnight cries Continue reading


I don’t believe in an interventionist God but I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him, not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head, to leave you as you are and if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms, into my arms, oh Lord, into my arms, oh Lord, Continue reading