“Sinner, I have never learned”…

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The angels won’t save you…
They’ve covered their eyes…

And blocked their ears…
So they can’t hear your lies…

They know what you’re doing…
They watch from a far…

They are keeping a record…
Each and every little scar…

Every time you deceive…
Each mark your soul…

They know all the details…
And the size of the hole…

The one that’s being dug…
Especially for you…

Your final resting place…
When this life is through…

As you won’t fly with angels…
Or sit on the right hand…

There’ll be no Vestal Virgins…
There’ll be no promised land…

Your fate has been written…
By you and you alone…

The depths of Hell awaits…
Chained to Satan’s throne…

Forever to be reminded…
Of what you have done…

Your crimes all replayed…
All your dark sins rerun…

In a perpetual playback…
For your eyes only…

Showing you the impact…
On the weak and the lonely…

Those you have hurt…
And stabbed in the back…

Those lives you ruined…
And pushed into the black…

Because no one can save you…
You’re the one they despise…

The one who is marked…
A sinner with snake eyes…

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“It’s my soul that you shook”…

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Smiling with his eyes,
quickly gaining her trust…

Too good to be true,
so gentle and yet… just…

Something about him,
something not quite right…

Like he had a dark aura,
that burned so bright…

And one day she saw it,
her heart nearly stopped…

Left her bruised and broken,
as the mask quickly dropped…

So she ran and she ran,
as fast as she could…

Getting far, far away,
leaving him for good…

Regaining some control,
beginning to live her life…

Away from his grasp and
his venomous spite…

Breaking those chains,
running wild and free…

Keeping it so real,
for everybody to see…

Always moving forward,
never daring to look back…

Where memories sit waiting,
to uncoil and to attack…

And unpick the scars,
that time has slowly healed…

Because on this journey,
her true voice was revealed…

And she found a space,
his anger couldn’t reach…

An independent haven,
on her own private beach…

Numbing all her pain,
with a soul filled language…

Revitalising her soul and
repairing all the damage…

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Art – GillyFace

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“I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”…

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The hand written confession,
she left by the bed…

Was filled with dark secrets,
from deep within her head…

Revealing her anguish and
stained by her tears…

It was an accumulation,
built up through the years…

She’s now left it behind,
for those close to read…

As her battle scarred soul,
was released and finally freed…

And this detailed explanation,
confessed all her sins…

All the mistakes she made,
whilst encouraged to sing…

By the Devil in her heart,
such a forbidden lover…

Who took full control and
distracted like no other…

She was attracted to him,
like a moth to a flame…

She couldn’t resist him and
she carried that shame…

Along with many secrets,
that she hid from her world…

As she risked everything,
whilst the whirlwind whirled…

And swept her up into,
a deceitful double life…

Rendezvousing with strangers and
sexual encounters in the night…

But the thrill of the moment,
bore the heavy price of guilt…

And the cold morning light,
would waken her demons inbuilt…

Who haunted her days,
till she could take no more…

And when she finished the letter,
she finally ended that war…

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“It’s Halloween, on the street, you came looking for me”…

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Hubble bubble,
toil and trouble…

They hauled her from,
a pile of rubble…

Her broken body,
no longer breathing…

Covered in dust and
wounds still bleeding…

For the longest time,
she’d been missing…

Disappeared suddenly,
after reminiscing…

About a man she met,
at a party long ago…

An opportunity missed,
at least she thought so…

She knew his name and
where he came from…

He’d charmed and entranced,
forced her heart to succumb…

And branded his face,
in the forefront of her mind…

Before one day deciding,
that she’d try to find…

The one who wove a spell,
upon her imagination…

And accepting the risk,
of total deflation…

But when she saw him,
she instantly knew…

That she had been,
such an utter fool…

As he walked hand in hand,
with a stunning goddess…

And in her minds comparison,
she was such a mess…

So she fled the city,
in a lonely taxi tide…

With her heart aching,
she sat in the back and cried…

But as the bright city lights,
began to fade into darkness…

The driver stopped and
ignored all her tearful protests…

Hubble bubble,
toil and trouble…

They hauled her slaughtered body,
from a pile of rubble…

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Written for the Halloween Challenge over on: http://dewriting.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/its-halloween-on-the-street-you-came-looking-for-me-halloweenchallenge/ – please check out the other submissions!

 

 

“It’s hard to let go, of all that we know”…

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One for dark sorrow…
Two for deep joy…
How she now misses…
Her forbidden secret boy…
The one she met…
Out of the Blue…
Who changed her life…
And all she knew…

Stroking her ego…
Touching her soul…
As her life spun…
Out of all control…
And into the shadows…
Away from the light…
With secret rendezvous…
Hidden from sight…

Taking such risks…
With all she held dear…
Making sure she kept…
Her shiny lover so near…
And chasing adventure…
With her aching heart…
As she became infected…
By Lust’s poison dart…

Tasting his sweetness…
Touching his skin…
Allowing him to enter…
So deep within…
Her heart and mind…
Ripping down her defences…
And as he poured himself in…
She lost all her senses…

Till it got too much…
And it just had to stop…
Where from a Dizzy Height…
She was forced to drop…
Now wallowing in sorrow…
Remembering fragments of joy…
How this Magpie misses…
Her Black and White boy…

~

 

Neil Finn – “Dizzy Heights” – A (distorted) review…

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So, I was asked recently about my affection for Neil Finn and his music. “Why? What is it about him?” – I shrugged my shoulders and said I wasn’t overly sure.

Truth is though, I lied. I do know exactly what it is about Neil Finn and it’s kept me with him for over 20 years.

It is multi-faceted and not something easily explainable, but deep down, I know.

His voice, his melody’s, his lyrics, his energy, his banter on stage, his wit (Which can be seen in the next 2 brilliant clips), his sincerity, I could go on.

His songs give me comfort, they bring me joy.

At live gigs, time stands still and I lose myself there. Immersed. I connect. I have a connection.

It’s all I ask from any artist, but with Neil Finn, solo or other, I connect deep.

Now, the thing is… Neil Finn’s songs just do not lend themselves for instant reviews. They never have and I doubt they ever will.

Even the more immediate tunes that grab you have a subtle tendency to reveal something new and fresh after more than a few listens – sometimes after more than a few years. I am aware of that, but I wanted to say something about “Dizzy Heights”, his new solo offering.

So, I figured I would leave it a while and then get my thoughts down – but however I tried, what I wrote was neither objective nor really a review.

And as a self-confessed diehard fan, my view of “Dizzy Heights” is already distorted because I love the man and accept that for every song I love, there will be a few that miss the target and you know what, I even find things I like in those.

With that in mind, I stopped writing a review and decided to see where the songs would take my mind. I have been using a lot of Finn’s music as soundtracks and inspiration to my words for a long time now, so between poetry, a gig review and a late night emotional rant, I have managed to use all bar one song on “Dizzy Heights”. The links to these are below.

Now, as an aside and before you click the links,  there are only a few people I speak to that even know who he is, let alone his music that has endured for the best part of 30 years.

Neil Finn is a singer / songwriter from New Zealand and via Split Enz, Crowded House, Finn Brothers and Pajama Club – alongside other projects such as the collaborative Seven worlds collide – you will know a lot of his songs, you may just not realise it was him.

Never did a tag line “You know more Crowded House songs that you think you do” really and truly describe a best of CD. It was spot on and Recurring Dream (The original best of CD) was pretty much catapulted to the top of the UK charts on the back of that piece of clever marketing. Crowded House was / is Neil’s main musical vehicle, but despite recording a few tracks for the next CD, the band are on hold for a while.

In the meantime, Finn has been active working on “Dizzy Heights”, his 3rd solo offering behind “Try Whistling This” and “One Nil” (not including One All for this)

However, Neil’s last release was neither solo nor Crowded House, it was a collaboration with his wife Sharon and a guy called Sean Donnelly on the LO-FI project “Pajama Club”.

It was a fusion of drum and bass with electronica added on top. The songs were not the classic sound fans were used to, from either the song writing, to the texture or to the sound.

Hooks and melody were replaced by a driving, thumping soundtrack that did it’s best to be everything Crowded House wasn’t.

Yet, that wasn’t a bad thing and it spawned a few tracks that were pretty damn good by any standards. “From a Friend to a Friend”, “Deadleg”, “Diamonds in her Eyes” and “Golden Child” may have had a different “Finn” sound that split the fans, but were more than worthy additions to the Finn back catalogue.

And it’s clear that “Dizzy Heights” is a continuation of sorts from this CD – more evolution than revolution – where the songs on Pajama Club had the feel that they really were contrived in the Finn living room over a few bottles of wine – “Dizzy Heights” goes that next step.

With the rest of the family on the CD, Wife Sharon and sons Liam and Elroy, Neil has managed to put together a remarkable CD with the help of producer David Fridmann. Lush string arrangements and weird electronic twists compliment the vocals all the way through the CD and my word, they certainly add an amazing dimension to the sound.

The songs themselves feel more in the mould that the fan base is used to. Sparse lyrics on Pajama Club replaced by something more substantial, whichever way Neil has constructed and found them.

Now, fans have already been treated to stripped back versions of a few songs on this CD. Webcasts and showcases with Victoria Kelly and a string section have featured just Neil on piano and some percussion joining in to create some stunning, heartfelt and wonderful versions of the songs.

However, Neil had warned people that the final songs would be different and he is of course correct – from my listening perspective, it’s on a win most, lose a couple basis, but it continues to unfold with each listen.

So, in running order, please click the link to hear the songs and read my words. Some of the poetry is dark, as is my natural way – check out this link –  and if you are interested, there is plenty more Split Enz, Crowded House, Pajama Club and solo songs within the blog, so feel free to have a look around.

Impressions: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/this-disguise-fooling-no-one/

Dizzy Heights: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/smoke-drifting-up-to-the-dizzy-heights/

Flying in the face of Love: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/16/flying-in-the-face-of-love/

Divebomber: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/and-theres-only-one-way-down/

Better than TV: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/at-the-end-of-the-world-its-just-you-and-me/

Pony Ride: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/he-only-wants-to-get-you-out-of-your-mind/

White Lies and Alibies: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/holding-on-to-nothing-sacred/

Recluse: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/i-just-want-to-be-alone/

Strangest Friends: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/and-they-take-your-souls-away/

In my Blood: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/how-i-wish-that-i-could-do-this-again/

Finally, the only song that I didn’t touch was “Lights of New York” and it can be found below.

I hope you enjoy!

Cheers