Nightfalls.
\nCreatures are on the move,
\nLeaping, dancing, diving, digging, loving
\nthat\u2019s the art of living, that\u2019s the art of dying.
\nMachines are slowing down
\nCars, trains, ships, aeroplanes
\nI\u2019m coming in now to land, from all those names
\nthe Pacific, the Wild Atlantic way,
\nthe Mediterranean, the Indian and Arctic Oceans
\nthe South China Sea, Caribbean, the Arabian Sea.
\nNow I see it – the Irish Sea,
\nthe sea by my city where I was born
\nCities seems old when we are young,
\nAnd young when we are old
\nThere\u2019s always something left over from the past
\nWhich can turn out to be the future
\nReaching the exit doors to those bittersweet parties, it\u2019s often like life
\nPeople don\u2019t really meet until they have to say goodbye.<\/p>\n
I want to wake up to something new
\nI want to wake up to something old
\nI want to go with you, I want to run with you
\nAway from the city, away from the chatter
\nAnd into the green land, into the primal wildness
\nTo every place we ever dreamed
\nAnd every place we never dreamed<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
To the trees, the trees, the trees, the trees, the trees
\nthe trees, the trees, the trees, the trees, the trees
\nI throw my life to the trees, to the earth, to the breeze
\nCome into the forest and relish the trees
\nLie down next to me
\nOpen up to this evolving polyphony
\nSycamores, Silver Birch, Oak and Yew
\nBaobab, Jacaranda, Sequoia
\nHazel, Ash, the Weeping Willow
\nHolly, Hawthorn, the Suma\u00fama queen
\nOh let us breathe
\nThese are my prayers in layers
\nIn words that burn all the thumping time<\/p>\n
Why do we walk deeper into the forest?
\nWhy do we walk deeper into the forest?
\nI don\u2019t know what nature is
\nI don\u2019t know what nature is
\nSo I\u2019ll sing, yes I\u2019ll sing it
\nThe plays, plots and ploys of living
\nThe plays, plots and ploys of dying
\nThere are so many days that have not yet broken
\nThere are so many days that have not yet opened
\nI was rushing towards somewhere I always want to be
\nI was rushing towards somewhere I always wanted to see
\nLet us walk deeper into the forest
\nOut here there are big trees
\nOut here there are small trees
\nOut here there are strange trees
\nOut here
\nThese lands are lush and I was lost
\nBig space is here and everything is clear<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Times of mass extinctions and the great shame
\nI\u2019m staying with the trouble
\nI\u2019m staying with the trouble
\nMadness, machines, riverines
\nErething above ground in this book of breathings
\nSham or shunner in kicking time
\nNeither beginning nor ending
\nWe are in the middle of things
\nWe are in the middle of things
\nI exist only when I sing
\nI exist only when I sing
\nWe are not insane, we are not insane
\nWe are not insane, we are not insane<\/p>\n
Why do you walk deeper into the forest?
\nWhy do you walk deeper into the forest?
\nTo dream, to dream
\nThis contaminating diversity reeling of cacophony
\n\u201cIt is not down in any map; true places never are\u201d
\nThe water of this face has flowed
\nLet us go back into the trees
\nLet us go back into the water
\nDo you hear what I\u2019m seeing?
\nListen to the sound
\nListen to the river
\nListen to the trees
\nListen<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Adrift
\nin these ruins, we are all stories
\nin the sticky jungle, there is no time, only dark thrilling space
\nsomething in us is born, something in us remains,
\nin the depths of dreams, and up there
\nI say: \u201chello moon \u2026 hello sun and stars\u201d
\nchildhood memories are returning
\ndid we reach that place?
\noh melancholy me, remnants of the gods, moods, sounds, shadows, oblivion
\na subterranean woman is at work: tunneling, mining, undermining
\nI can see her with my theatre eye
\nthere are rooms filled with chords and sonatas
\nthere are fields filled with flowers and grasshoppers
\nthere is a girl who wanted confirmation and a boy who was afraid
\nnever before has there been such an open sea
\nnever before did I see so many trees
\nthe endlessness of the forest swallowed up my consciousness
\ntake me, eat me, drink me, drown me
\nwe are all strangers now
\nwe are all tyrants now
\nwe are all shamans now
\nwe are all charlatans now
\nit\u2019s all good. the animals are here.<\/p>\n