Skye: "Sourire"
let there be songs to fill the air
Rochester, New York
11/3/03
darling, give me your kiss
come and take my hand
i am the nothing man
have you ever noticed
when you're feeling really good
there's always a pigeon
that'll come shit on your hood
2007 Sheffield Folk Festival
I am Earth; I am eternal,
You are but one moment's pause,
Just a line lost in my journal;
You are mine; I am not yours.
--Les Barker
out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees' lonely croon
and a thousand pikes were flashing to the rising of the moon
all along that singing river a black mass of men was seen
high above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
death to every foe and traitor! whistle out the marching tune
and hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
from the 2007 Ottawa Folk Festival
see him wasted on the sidewalk
in his jacket and his jeans
wearing yesterday's misfortune like a smile
once he had a future
full of money love and dreams
which he spent like they were going out of style
and he keeps right on a-changing for the better or the worse
searching for a shrine he's never found
never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse
or if the going up is worth the coming down