A lovely wee CD card fold. Artwork designed by Adam Howard with photographs taken on the west coast of Scotland. With erroneous text corrected from the first run.
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All we know we know by comparison and don't compare me to him.
With these metaphors twisting and turning and creeping underneath my skin.
The stories you've heard that I have told and retold
are simply the stories I've read
A similar simile rooted and taking shape within my heart or my head
Pin me down; An escapist at best, running from the life of the rest
My arrogance and quaking rage do surface on the best of days
So still the tremble in my chest
Honestly sincerity means more to me than pretty things
so kiss me with the virtues you posses
And if you find it fitting to drag me further from the harbour
Please promise then the wind to send me back
For though I ramble I'm afraid I'll never settle down
A month and I’m ready to leave
This itching in my toes of woes is pulling me where e’re it goes
and doesn’t seem to ever recede
My head is filled with story books;
the voyages of captain cook,
the troubadour and brooding sage,
the viscount and the magistrate
the lines I read and bury deep
the breaking of the wall in me
but others speak to try and calm
the waters with a simple balm
but a murderous wind filled my sails and drew me near to you
tell me will I make it through the loch?
As the sirens raise their voices, tie me tighter to the vessel
or else watch me throw myself upon the rocks