Tyninghame 2

Feast your joys
Take off my clothes
Swim in the sand
and draw faces with sticks
Running up dunes
To get a better view
Posing rhodedendrons
And the green -lush!-
Picked out in your eyes
Regina Spektor hair
And love for every pouting moment
Shining from your lips

Dream of me, honey,
When you're lost in Winnipeg
Counting snows, laughing
At Scottish beaches, fires
And songs about dairy
Flowing with your poems,
Lullabies for a stranger
Sleeping, shivering, close

Chocolate milk for breakfast
And Hendrix to take us home
Dream girl you're going
And it'll be as if you were never here
A dash of inspiration in this
summer that wil never end
in your heart and mine
Over an ocean
But coasting together
We'll fly we'll speak or email
But we'll never stop dancing.

Tyninghame 2

Feast your joys
Take off my clothes
Swim in the sand
and draw faces with sticks
Running up dunes
To get a better view
Posing rhodedendrons
And the green -lush!-
Picked out in your eyes
Regina Spektor hair
And love for every pouting moment
Shining from your lips

Dream of me, honey,
When you're lost in Winnipeg
Counting snows, laughing
At Scottish beaches, fires
And songs about dairy
Flowing with your poems,
Lullabies for a stranger
Sleeping, shivering, close

Chocolate milk for breakfast
And Hendrix to take us home
Dream girl you're going
And it'll be as if you were never here
A dash of inspiration in this
summer that wil never end
in your heart and mine
Over an ocean
But coasting together
We'll fly we'll speak or email
But we'll never stop dancing.

Tyninghame

The track suggested mud and deep green beneath the night
Fields basking in a moon that was not so full
Like a cheek of God grinning
At a joke we travelled to understand
Puddles wept back at her
Two torches, hug greetings, yellow waistcoasts
Beyond: a beach accelerating

Dancing droves beat limbs and earth
Bones shake to new beats
Flow as ancient as Earth
Never smelling sweeter (sweatier?)
Colour lips, whirwind hair
Eyes booming alive
Man stands
World at his feet
Ocean at his head
Faded faded moon wishing red upon the shore
We swing, fly
Find further arms to fall into
Take another sip of joy
In case it is our last
Beach is thinning
Moon reappearing
Another draw on this happiness
So rightfully ours
Uh wow this dream!
This beauty!
Another dab to beautify it more

Calm underneath

There is no calm underneath it all
Collisions so out of our control
pretend to whirl and understand

A purer form of fury
From somewhere we can't deny
But would despise
If it wasn't
For the surer form of knowing
We're sure beyond it lies

A madness to meet God's madness
So we can look her in the eye

Tyninghame

The track suggested mud and deep green beneath the night
Fields basking in a moon that was not so full
Like a cheek of God grinning
At a joke we travelled to understand
Puddles wept back at her
Two torches, hug greetings, yellow waistcoasts
Beyond: a beach accelerating

Dancing droves beat limbs and earth
Bones shake to new beats
Flow as ancient as Earth
Never smelling sweeter (sweatier?)
Colour lips, whirwind hair
Eyes booming alive
Man stands
World at his feet
Ocean at his head
Faded faded moon wishing red upon the shore
We swing, fly
Find further arms to fall into
Take another sip of joy
In case it is our last
Beach is thinning
Moon reappearing
Another draw on this happiness
So rightfully ours
Uh wow this dream!
This beauty!
Another dab to beautify it more

Calm underneath

There is no calm underneath it all
Collisions so out of our control
pretend to whirl and understand

A purer form of fury
From somewhere we can't deny
But would despise
If it wasn't
For the surer form of knowing
We're sure beyond it lies

A madness to meet God's madness
So we can look her in the eye

Twenty million people built a raft
Thirty floated it
For one million nine hundred and ninety-nine people to enjoy
Some of them wore sandals

Twenty million people built a raft
Thirty floated it
For one million nine hundred and ninety-nine people to enjoy
Some of them wore sandals

I saw seven beautiful things today
That's three fewer than yesterday and some way off my personal best of 22
Edinburgh is a beautiful city but it is not as beautiful as Cape Town
And when I was in Cape Town a woman on the bus told me that it was not as beautiful as Nelson, New Zealand
I used to tell my girlfriend that she was he most beautiful woman in the world
But I have said that to other women since
And I think Nicole Kidman would look different in person
I once stood, looking at Lake Louise in the Canadian Rockies
I asked a woman - who was not the same woman as in Cape Town - if
She had ever seen anything more beautiful
She replied that she had, somewhere in Switzerland
I have a friend called Nim and she's always calling me beautiful
But she says that to everyone so I'm not sure where I stand on her list

So, you want to know those seven things?

• Yellow ducks on my shower curtain
• A photograph of my old flatmate Rich grinning on N. Berwick beach
• Lamposts outside William McEwan Hall
• A pair of old fashioned scales on the kitchen shelf
• Ras Babi
• A girl hitting herself on the head with her glow-in-the-dark poi
• A really nicely weighted wok