paisley, south of glasgow

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WHAT MOVES DOWN EVERY STREET

Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there

The passenger on his own feet
Of course
Seeing too much and not seeing enough
Of course
The streets like tightropes, and the streets like trenches
Of course
I lost the beauty, just to find it again
Of course
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What stories to tell, and what ears to hear them
What lies behind lights, and what shines from windows
What smarts in corners, and what hurts in darkness
What lingers in wisps, and what lights down alleyways
What skips in arcs, and what dances to settle
What stands beside blocks, and what rises with sunlight
What walks in step, and what spun out of orbit
What stayed in the old house, and what went off roaming
What autumn twigs keeping captive their fruit
Of course
The town has too many stories, and too little time
Of course
What endless newness in this infinite world
Of course
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Song you have come
To sing to me again
Song i haven’t heard your voice
Since i don’t know when
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What by tower and graveyard,
riverbank and archway
What broken tooth skyline, what ungainly dummies
What random goes steady, what steady goes random
What struggle to struggle, what struggle to ease
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Song you have come
To sing to me again
Song i haven’t heard your voice
Since i don’t know when
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What sits above sightless car headlights, and rainwet car bonnets
What falls with the rain, and sparkles with drizzle
What schools like factories, and what fast-filling playground
What hurried clocks, and what open tomorrow
What stories to tell, and what ears to hear them
What bled blood, and what burning hearts
What urgent yearning, and what hopes still floating
What elusive truth, and what held moment
What keeps you walking, and what makes you stop
Of course
Too many streets and too scattered ears
Of course
To have come so far and know so little
Of course
I lost the beauty just to find it again
Of course
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Song you have come
To sing to me again
Song i haven’t heard your voice
Since i don’t know when
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