by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. Farmhou

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip. Perhaps admonishing the ch

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, Letting nine become ten. Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking cr

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they ke

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. Orange order on a field of green. Smothers me to smithereens. Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing. Jumping beans and brow

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Night close in on a shanty town. Panama freighter wearing rusty brown. She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound. Head up on a lumpy sea. I'm not the only lonely planet rider In this one horse town

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp Down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon. Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; A splash reve

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods Along the way. Good angels brought her back to a last nepal summer. Debased, hollow-faced, a

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these years long passing, Time to reflect, no time for wasti

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. Farmhou

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they ke

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, Letting nine become ten. Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking cr

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip. Perhaps admonishing the ch

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp Down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon. Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; A splash reve

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these years long passing, Time to reflect, no time for wasti

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Crystal fountain springing from the hill. It irrigates your soul. you may drink your fill. Water of life, carried high. One hand upon the gallon jar. feel her fix my eye. Every good traveller's for t