Friday Morning Everywhere

by Phil Hargreaves & Glenn Weyant

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released 04 January 2007

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Track Name: Do Not Sing
Do not sing
Do not sing to me
Yes, my window is open
But it is to admit the cool night air
Not your lying songs of love.

Your voice is firm and not unattractive
Your horse is strong between your legs
But my father sleeps with a gun at his side.
Would you sing in daylight, without your dishonest friend, the moon?
Would you face my father's gun, should he awake?

I thought not.

So, if I listen at my window,
It is for the gentle breeze, and for the song alone.
Track Name: A Door is Open
A Door is Open

A door is open
A door that should have been closed
Yesterday, in daylight, you were safe
Today there is an open door.

To the superficial eye, nothing has changed
Objects hold their positions
And the door - the door can be closed again.

But in reality, the night has flowed in and around them
And nothing can ever be quite the same again.
Track Name: Sorry
I am sitting on the bus and listening to her apologise.
I do not know who she is, but she is sorry.
Sorry, she says. Sorry. Sorry.
Track Name: To the Singer
And is that all you can do? Sing?
The world has more pressing needs,
And more than enough songs already.
Do your songs feed the hungry?
Is injustice corrected thereby?
In an economy of dreams, you mistake songs for a viable currency.
If we could eat songs, you would be forgiven.
As it is, you might just as well leave the air undisturbed.
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Sometimes, yes, all I can do is sing.
Only the dead leave the air undisturbed.
A world without songs would collapse, rotten, into itself.
In the face of corruption, of crime described as virtue
As the loathsome ascend the throne
At least I have my song
To proclaim that hope survives.
Track Name: Summer Again
Are you sad?
Sad at the ending of Summer?
If you are still, if you sit here long enough,
It will be Summer again.

Grass will cover your feet
Bindweed will enfold your body
You can watch the snow melt and the bulbs flower.
And yes, at last, the sun will shine.
On brown, bare legs as they enjoy Summer
For the first time.
Fresh-minted for them.
Track Name: Questions for the War
- When did the War start?
Do you need to ask?
You have always know us?
That should tell you what you need to know.
-What is the currency of War?
We will use whatever is there.
It was inevitable that one day we would use geometry.
- Are there casualties?
Of course there are casualties.
The War will discard those it cannot use.
-What of Peace?
The enemy is implacable and ubiquitous.
Understand this earlier, and your life will improve.
- Who are the enemy?
This you do not need to know.
Merely ensure that you do not become one of them.
- What can I do?
You can no longer go to war.
If the War does not need you, be grateful that it is there.
When the War has need of you, you will be told.
Track Name: I Will Move
We are lying in a graveyard
Caressed by the sun, the quick among the dead.
The whole world becomes still
And turns until we are at its centre.

Soon I will move, and spoil the moment.