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  1. Road

From the recording WOODEN MUSIC

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road as metaphor...
lots of lyrics and a magnificent acoustic groove
if I do say so myself

Lyrics

sandman calls the riddle, calls the rhythm and the rhyme
he holds the answer in his hand
and the white line it wraps itself around the red horizon
and it disappears into the shifting sand
you can take it you can leave it you can hold it in your hand
let it run as far as it can run
wild dogs are calling in my mind I'm always travelling
and the sound of my footsteps echoes long across the valley
there's a sign pointing east
a sign pointing west
a dead tree standing tall against the skyline
the sickle moon tells stories only nightbirds understand
and she whispers in my mind in some strange forgotten language

I got a black night
a wet road
i'm running down the coastline with a heavy load

the boy is in the wind his way is hidden in the sand
I cannot see his road nor find him in the darkness
I know that he is haunted and the ghosts I understand
he travels far from home in the storm his world is making

I got a black night
a wet road
i'm running down the coastline with a heavy load
nothings gonna save me now......

broken pieces of the past lie around me all abandoned
my boot heels they are sinking in the sand
unwilling or unable or too weary or too broken
I can see the lines on my shaking hands
there's a track for the mother, a track for the daughter
a track for the father and the son
and the traces of their passage are swept clean by wind and time
and the hand of fate hangs heavy down here near the borderline

I got a black night
a wet road
i'm running down the coastline with a heavy load
nothing's gonna save me now....

I see the shadow and I see the light dancing all around me
flashing in the mirrors
glowing on the dashboard
raining on the windscreen
wild wind in my mind

I got a black night
a wet road
i'm running down the coastline with a heavy load