Fade into
my bedroom angel
Put me to sleep
Open hearted bedclothes
Never fade with dreams
The heat is in the embers when the flame has gone
Fade into my bedroom angel
You hold my dreams
For the longest moment
Finding something simple to keep
Keep myself asleep
What’s new my dear?
Why do you seem cold?
Bring in your thoughts or a memory
For when we grow old
My bedroom Angel
It’s hard to believe
Our time is of boundaries broken
Still finding something simple to keep
Keep myself asleep
What’s new my dear?
Why do you seem cold?
Bring in your thoughts or a memory
For when we grow old
I thank you for your offer
Thank you for your time
It’s something so simple
Something so sweet
Written by Darran Cummings, Andrew Wright and Kezia Wilkinson ©2006
And
you were bound to say that
You are bound to love again
Broken hearts don’t lose pieces
When we shatter them
So
this is where falling
Comes into love
It’s tripping and stumbling
Not roses and doves
Taxi talk and static on the radio home
This would all be easier if you stayed alone,
And
you can’t
Go through this again
No you can’t
Go through this again
And
you were bound to say that
You are bound to love again
Broken hearts don’t lose pieces
When we shatter them
This
is not freedom
Living alone
It’s a prison of comfort
Not really a home
And you really loved them it was easy to tell,
They said they loved you, but never how well
And
you can’t
Go through this again
No you can’t
Go through this again
And
you were bound to say that
You are bound to love again
Broken hearts don’t lose pieces
When we shatter them
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
When Tempers
Flair
When the timid soul extends its arms to take you hold
When Sleeping dogs are shaken from their lying mould
I try and shade my heart
From the flying hate
That wraps itself around a word that never fails
It pierces through the moment there’s no turning from
I try and shade my heart
You raise your questionable
aim
You try and beat the answers out my soul
And so I stay
When tempers Flair
When the smallest move can make the longest destiny
Wide eyed and hoping trouble doesn’t break your wing
I try and shade my heart
From the flying hate
That wraps itself around a word that never fails
It pierces through the moment there’s no turning from
I try and shade my heart
And so I stay
Your will was mine to keep
My will is yours to keep
You
raise your questionable aim
You try and beat the sense out of me
Your fear is burning deep into my eyes
Written
by Kezia Wilkinson ©2005
My Heart is left
open by the door
To be taken
Exposed by naïve morality
Wounds still open
My Name was hung
clearly on my door
To be whispered
Your honest eyes fell softly on my soul
And my mind fell with them
And I wonder
If I’m finally safe in the words that surround me
And the truth is something that I don’t have to rise above to believe
The stones once thrown
Are now building a wall from the past
My flowers are
dry by the door
Never dieing
Frozen in a living memory
Shared only by two
And I wonder
If I’m finally safe in the words that surround me
And the truth is something that I don’t have to rise above to believe
The stones once thrown
Are now building a wall from the past
The passing landscape
changes for a final time
No guarantee of hurt or doubt remain
The cutting tears I once knew are no longer mine
They break, and fade with every year
Written by Kezia Wilkinson ©2005
Hello you,
nice to finally meet you
Do you know who I am?
Flight of fancy brought us together
At least for a while
Hold me
Gently
Capture
my soul my friend
Let your smile live on ever after
Capture my soul pretend we will find hope
Capture my soul my friend
Dry your eyes now fill them with laughter
Capture my soul pretend we will find hope
Hello you,
serpents out to protect you
He made me grin none the less though
Peaceful existence burning past lives together
At least for a while
Same eyes
Same hands
Same breath
Same warmth
Same dreams
Same passion
So nice to meet you. x
Written by Darran Cummings ©2005
Staring
at a fragment of vitality in a small box
In which a new world may exist
I am invited but can’t seem to find the doorway
Can’t seem to find my way?
But one
thing I know your vibrations enthral me
And your smile excites me
That’s for sure.
Captivating
honesty
Enraptured in your entity
So Sincere
Let us talk for hours
Dance for hours.
What if
I forgot your birthday?
What if I forgot your name?
What if I forgot how to listen?
What if I forgot how to breathe?
You may
know me in one reality
But if you met me
Maybe things would be different
I am conscious that when we meet it may not be
All doves and roses or the perfection
That I mention.
What if
I forgot how to breathe?
How to breathe?
How to breathe?
Written by Darran Cummings ©2005
Religion
is sold and stories written
A tale within its nature smitten
To be the home of all hypocrisy
As
if your matter really matters
Science fact is torn to shatters
Subconsciously it makes no sense to me
Finding
good in this disease
We find it so hard that we begin to bleed
Parting ways respectfully
We find it so hard to heed morality
Emotions
caged by your compassion
Family values far out of fashion
Why do you let them keep your dignity?
The
fire it burns inside so brightly
Seems such a shame to lose the nightly
Passion along the road to destiny
Finding
good in this disease
We find it so hard that we begin to bleed
Parting ways respectfully
We find it so hard to heed morality
Find
a cure for the redemption
Better for the heart and soul
Trading places with redemption
Better the truth to take it all
Found
a cure for this disease
Found a cure for this disease
Written by Darran Cummings ©2006
Hey little darling why do you ever want to follow me
Hey little person why do you ever want to follow me
When
i see crows come calling
Heed that warning that i may take your dreams so bold
You can see wondrous mornings
No dark clouds forming
Maybe in time I won’t feel so alone.
Remembering past times smiling
Essence arising
May i take heed your sweet seeds sown
I miss your beauty blinding
Soul spellbinding
I should accept your hearts not alone.
I feel tired. I feel cold. I’m afraid. Know you know.
I’m in pain.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2004
The
ice took him wide on the corner and the Lorry took him out
At the funeral I thought I saw his wife smile from the corner of her mouth
She says ‘ the money will come in handy I could really use a holiday
'
I will probably miss him but I won’t blame the weather for taking him
away.
Don’t blame the weather for taking him away.
And you can ask why me?
And you can ask why me?
Why not?
It was the beauty of the sunshine, acceleration over the rise
Golden friction off the windscreen took the light from his eyes
He really was a nice man, that’s easy to say
When the world has to keep turning
You can’t blame the weather for what happened yesterday
Can’t blame the weather it happened yesterday.
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
Why,
tell a lie today?
If situation differs was it right to betray?
Why,
do you cry today?
The seeds you sow early doors are keeping you at bay.
And
I, I need to tell a friend my walls are closing in
I need to comprehend what I’m imagining
What I’m imagining
I’m imagining.
Why,
say goodbye today?
Wave your hand in motion, really wish you could stay.
Why,
you may die today?
Listen your dreams will wake your heart amazing come what may.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2003
Take a car or a bus or
a train
Keep on the ground stay away from the planes
If you find yourself running
Don’t stop to pray
Leave your TV it will save
your soul
If you think your gonna miss it
You can take the control
That’s if you can find it anyway
They’re banging on
the walls
And they’re banging on the door
No help from your neighbours
That’s what your neighbours are for
I want to run but she won’t
come with me
It’s all
Falling down
I want to run but she won’t
come with me
It’s all
Falling down
There were angels in the
architecture
Little battles of will
But they all flew away
No one wants to see an angel get killed
Everyone’s a hero
You just have to survive
They all thought they were heroes
But I guess they all lied
They were the first to go
I want to run but she won’t
come with me
It’s all
Falling down
So it’s blinding
through your window
And it’s seeping through your pores
But out on the bandstand they’re still dancing
All the sirens ignored
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
For
the life of me
I caught a catch of something
New to what’s old
Carving scripts in the cold
I
pushed my eyes up.
To meet a gaze of stone
What the hell is going on?
I have a mind of my own.
I dream that they might listen
To words that people christen
In my soul
But fortunately I am
I’m
not that ordinary
I am the one and only
In my soul
But fortunately I am.
Been
Crazy for weeks
Diving the chorus down
You had to be there
To carry on the sound
Twelve years it’s been
You pushed and carried the love
Thinking of you
I turn on the crowd.
Now
im all alone, everybody's gone
Feeling much too low, I walk the streets alone.
Written by Darran Cummings and Nicholas Wright ©2003
Living
society
As meaningless empty democracy
Led to a tortured mind.
Far into
the arms of a dancing dream
With so much passion that happiness came five fold
And a spark was lit to lead me here.
That concrete
period that broke my axle
Embedded the need for my existence
There is no coincidence there.
I gave
into the stubborn grin of a Brasilian
Her claws sank deeply
With a heart as black as mine it was the lightest darkness
in which I have been.
Let fate fantasise
Hold you decide
Please let me inspire
Let fate
compromise
Hold deep inside
Please let me inspire.
Comes from
within let it begin
Let it go please let me go.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2004
Yesterday
goes such a blink through
Things didn't even go like they meant to
But ill get by.
Night was
young got off on the wrong shoe.
My eyes were purple haze when I met you
No room to hide.
Drunk once
more
White lines I adore but I know I will grow.
Invincible and more as in folklore
Inhibitions thrown out the back door
Things that make me high.
Is this real
Not on my own
Is this real
Or am I alone.
Mood has changed the song is arising
World is here and im hypnotising
Begin to fly.
To feed I search I don't need no whore
Round
and round I walk no more
Because now I glide.
Dance and
smile
That extra mile im so close
I trace your pulse.
Keep on
staring though it’s a sin
Shivering the beat drops back in
Things that make me high.
Little things that mean so much
Little things that mean so little
Guess that's why they are little.
Taking
hold I’ve learnt my lesson
Growing old my last confession.
Lord I
am alive
I am alive
I am alive.
Guess that’s why they are little.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2003
You say
the bridges between things burn
That what’s past is ash and what’s ash has flown
Yet I still see the flames lick closer to your side
The words still burn your ears
You say to everything there
is a season
A time for every purpose under heaven
Yet the time I see for you is eaten away
The pain you feel
So donning your faithful
slippers
A fear in your eyes so tired
And I just can’t help you no I just can’t help but you follow…
Behind closed doors is
brought into the open
A public display of a strange affection
Giant tears screaming you just cant go
My Lunatic in a dressing gown
You say, I’m very
sunny you know, I’m always optimistic
I say one has to laugh because of the darkness
And the knowing hits your ears like the wave of a truth
The light drains out your eyes
So donning your faithful
slippers
A fear in your eyes so tired
And I just can’t help you no I just can’t help but you follow…
Behind closed doors is
brought into the open
A public display of a strange affection
Giant tears screaming you just can’t go
My Lunatic in a dressing gown
Written by Kezia Wilkinson ©2006
You can’t
fool me
Just the blind men around you see hazy windows eternally
Steamed up glasses
Make their minds enjoy the masses
But I don’t believe
I see right
through your masquerade
What’s your poison? It’s all in the name.
I see right through you yes this world’s a crying shame
I see right through your masquerade.
No you
can’t fool me
Just the rich men around you meet too much temptation so incomplete
Messed up classes
Masks are worn, disguises born
But I don’t believe
Masks are worn, disguises born
But I don’t believe
Masks are worn, disguises born
But I don’t believe.
Soon you will fade away
Soon you will fade away.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2005
We forget
just where our roots do lie
In the earth you will find your desire
You must trust in listening.
We are
running out of silences
Single moment is all she requires
You must trust yourself to begin.
And I fall down
Need to fight
Lose my sight
I’m taking hold of when all is gone
My essence won
I reach the sun
I’m taking hold of the world.
There is so much that I can’t explain
My thoughts will never retire
For the wonders I admire.
Only truly
when you are within yourself
Does the loneliness start to expire
For this is what I desire.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2003
Round here
the horizon is more than a flat fine line
Down by the boat house we gather in weathers
To remind ourselves of being alive
Round here the horizon
is more than a flat fine line
Down by the shoreline in glimmering moonlight
Our reverent fears drift out to sea
There’s a lot of
singing down at the harbour late at night
There’s a lot of bathing in this orange light
There’s a lot of dancing down at the harbour late at night
Catch her wave
Reel her in
But she’s gone
We’re watching the
whales
To hear the sounds to touch the blue
We’re watching the whales
To feel alive
It’s Mother Blue
Round here the horizon
is more than a flat fine line
Down by the boathouse we gather in weathers
To remind ourselves of being alive
There’s a lot of
singing down at the harbour late at night
There’s a lot of bathing in this orange light
There’s a lot of dancing down at the harbour late at night
There’s a lot of bathing in this orange light
We’re watching the
whales
To hear the sounds to touch the blue
We’re watching the whales
To feel alive
It’s Mother Blue
Written by Darran Cummings and Andrew Wright ©2005
When a single gold hair is this precious
Why oh why should I cease to…
When a single gold hair is oh so precious
Why oh why should I cease to
Why oh why should I cease to
High
hopes and aspirations in
Your head
Pleading sweetly in
My hands
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
Kind
words yet reservations on
My part
Engrave so clearly on
Your heart
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
A glimpse of tomorrow blends with my thoughts of today
Dlaczego nie, why am I so afraid?
The taste of a stranger may soon become a life long ambition
Why should I cease to smile?
No strain in my heart and my head stops spinning
For once in my life my head stops spinning
High
hopes and aspirations in
Your head
Pleading sweetly in
My hands
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
Kind
words yet reservations on
My part
Engrave so clearly on
Your heart
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
Sad pale blue horsy
You had your time but you lost your place in …
Sad pale blue horsy
You had your time but you lost your place in
Sad pale blue horsy
You had your time but you lost your place in line
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you
High
hopes and aspirations in
Your head
Pleading sweetly in
My hands
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
Kind
words yet reservations on
My part
Engrave so clearly on
Your heart
Hope you are not
Waiting in vain
Written by Darran Cummings ©2007
Rows and
rows of brick clad housing
The streets and doorways recognising
Still a child is born.
Agnostic
thrills the main contender
Many lies with blind pretenders
Still a child is born
Still a child is born.
What did
I see?
I saw fear, pain and suffering here.
What did
I find?
I found Kings bred for hunting.
What did
I see?
I saw fear, pain and suffering here.
What did
I find?
I found Kings bred for hunting.
Razor walls and iron townships
Hungry mouths a white man conscript
Still a child is born.
Mountain
high a wasted mention
Hypocrisy with no intention
Still a child is born.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2004
Are you searching? Follow your needs
Open your arms and reach for the light of your deity
The one thing that sows your seed
Is times great healer.
Are you wondering? I do think so
Open your mind and listen to poetry with Romeo
A pleasure that strings your bow
Is times great healer.
Got to make time to.
Got to make time to.
Got to make time to
Got to make time.
Are you waiting? Ill be your host
Step from your line stop hiding from
shadows that need you most
Meetings that hold you close
Is times great healer.
Are you feeling? There’s so much more
Envisage the signs entrusted with
mythical overtures
A passage that opens doors
Is times great healer.
A sight you have yet to see
Dreaming consciously
Music that bears inner sound
Adore your family
That’s how it’s meant to be
Can’t live being tied to the ground.
Got to make time to.
Got to make time to.
Got to make time to.
Time to make.
Written by Darran Cummings ©2003
There’s
so much I long to do
Listen to my point of view
For I cannot see my role in life from here.
Searching
for what I once knew
Lead the way I will follow you
For the silver lining I seek is never clear.
But how
do I know if you are for real?
How can I hide the way you make me feel?
Please say
Say those words
For im longing for
The voice I heard.
Please
turn
Turn me around
For there is no way out
I’m feeling down.
It was always either yours or mine
Doing time but what is my crime
Why can’t we meet on common ground?
Working
each and everyday
Trying to find the will to stay
But the reason for my life has never been found.
Please listen to me
For I know I can’t live
Without or with
No please.
Please
give it to me
For I’ve waited so long
I’m not very strong
No please.
Written by Darran Cummings ©1994
Spread
yourself flat,
Keep low to the ground,
Go this way that way monsters are found
You’ve
reached the edge of the map,
At the end of the world,
But you shouldn’t be scared for the heart of that girl
Fight dragons
alone,
You can break through the scales,
Travel the oceans in the bellies of whales
At the
garden of riches,
At statues of gods
She will be waiting
Your love isn’t lost
Don’t
stop to consider
If your journey is lost
There is a difference between value and cost
You’ve
got to move fast
From a standing start
You can catch her shes not too quick for your heart
At the
garden of riches,
At statues of gods
She will be waiting
Your love isn’t lost
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
Roll your sleeves
up
Get some work done
If not for me then for you
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can
Why should I
work for you?
When you don’t work for me
Why should I work for you?
When you don’t work for me
I have a conscience
I have a conscience
You have my money
You have my money
Why should I
work for you?
When you don’t work for me
Why should I work for you?
When you don’t work for me
Lift your head
up
Have a little pride
That’s enough for me
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can you see
Roll your sleeves
up
Get some work done
If not for you then for me
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can move mountains
We can
Why should I work for you
Written by Andrew Wright ©2006
Turmoil,
destination final
Draining dreams on high notes
Digging deep, nor dancing in rain
Fearful,
crying but your cheerful
Accepting all your near to
Burning high and playing with flame
Hard faced, smiling through the rat race
Procrastinating fruitcake
Letting loose and hiding your tears
Drinking,
drowning in your denial
Raise your glass to re-trial
Hoping that your spirit is sane
But im sorry im not that bold.
In awe to the sounds since I was 8 weeks old.
The message I send is clear
In a round-about way
I can feel the strength in my heart
But it’s tragic just the same
If I worship the world we walk on
Would it take away this pain?
Would it take away this pain?
Written by Darran Cummings ©2005
Losing my anchors in time
Losing my anchors in time
Would you laugh at that?
Would you laugh out loud?
I’m making waves
in the sound
I’m making waves in the sound
Would you laugh at that?
Would you laugh out loud?
Open the shutters to light my way home
This is the darkest night I’ve ever known
I miss the sun and I feel the cold
And I am worried for those I know.
I’m swapping time for love I know
I ’m swapping time for love I know
Would you laugh at that?
Would you laugh out loud?
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
Make no excuses
for the way that you were made
They dressed their orders up like friendly advice
You were
badly designed
Badly displayed
You were gently deceived
In all you believed
Oh but
you try
You beautifully try
Oh you try
You beautifully try
The fawning
you bought
Is a double-edged sword
Smothered in gold
Flesh, blood and bone
Oh but
you try
You beautifully try
Oh you try
You beautifully try
Written by Andrew Wright ©2005
