Bottle Of Red

Got my bottle of red
Got my girl, got a girl
dreaming of me In my bed.
And when I'm in this mood
The cars and the juggernauts
My ears catch on the breeze
Drive through the gaps in my fingers
And disappear, in the swaying of the trees.
Got my bottle with me
Left my girl, left a girl
Now I'm thinking of her, thinking of she
And the juggernauts and cars
That I hear on the road
Like thunder working overtime
Drive past the thumb I put out, hopelessly.
And I'll think of you. Will you think of me?

Warning Sign

Oh, well - I just suppose that was another day,
Another day of not hearing
From her
Or from my son
Or from a call
I was expecting.
Another day of wishing
I'd done this whole life
Differently.
Well, it's too late now
What with me being
Reduced to a stick figure on a binge
With a lightning strike
Closing in.

Mr Pronk, Invisible Enemy

Hello, Mr Pronk - do you live round here very often?
Do you place your lips on the pollen?
Of a thing that purports to be you
But that doesn't, you know,
That doesn't, Graham, exist.
Hello, Mr Pronk! Do you even live at all?
Or pretend that no-one knows you...

The beauty and the dream goes on

I sit and watch you smile, or maybe even grin
The placid calm of your expression is how every day should begin
Silence in may a word spoken between eyes not lips so red
Knowledge of happiness stolen from a life so familiar with dread
No candle burns so brightly, no shooting star can bring such dreams
As when I'm lying next to you under the moons blinding beams.

Four People

A stonking four people decided to give their views on the hot topic of 'REALLY?' I was highly excited to receive the results of this poll, and imagine my shock at the overwhelming winner . . Only if there are Weasels... Think on that people, think on that!
The ramifications of this may take some time to accept, so stay with us here at Tumbleweed Manor as we try to sift through all the possibilities that this answer could reveal, in the meantime please feel free to look slightly to the right and partake in yet another life-changing poll.
It's just another of those jaw dropping, era defining moments from all your friends at The T.W

Night Butterflies

Open black across timeless sky
Below are wings that refuse to fly
In moments of light they stray so near
To places and ideas they normally fear
So Butterflies crawl instead of soar
For moonlit fantasies mean so much more

Lip-prints To Love Letters

These belongings
They move on motorways
From place to blessed place
All boxed up, like dreams
Ready to be released -
Taped up tight.

These belongings
They move me as I look
From lip-prints to love letters
All in boxes, trapped in frames.
Out of sight.

You iphone

You had a love
Wrapped around
your make-up
And your iPod
Or whatever the fuck
Or whatever the fuck.

Ruins

Door is calling me
He may shut soon
I don't know what gives
Except charity
You are a force I recognise
By monk's chants.
Yes
Yes
I saw mist
In the lake district
And was more
Excited by the sight
Of a dolorean
Than is healthy.
I saw a stone circle, too
And ruins you wouldn't run in to.

Why Title?

If I'm not a Mr. and you're not a Sir why can't we have the same conversation as before.
If you're not a Mrs. and she's not a Dame, would the cakes you baked this morning not be just the same.
If the Man is no the Man, and we're no longer Serfs, then wouldn't it be an amazing place this wonderful planet Earth.

Cardboard House

Never speaking, only shouting
Not sleeping, just waiting
Never looking, only staring
No believing, no more sharing
Never laughing, only crying
Not healing, no more loving.

Silent Record

Saying what is
Hushing what could
My Silent Record
Is always stuck

Cones Turned Mad

Years ago I saw cones on a wall
These cones were harming no one at all
Those cones now sit in the back of a van
Taken from the wall by a talentless man
That cones on a wall should be there at all
Is a matter for god and I wont make that call
For this humble observer the things that he sees
Belong to himself and Tumbleweed Memories.

In Dreams Of Velvet Sky

In a perfect world, the wrong would go punished
It would snow on Christmas Day, and the sun would shine all summer
The good deeds carried out would be appreciated
There would be no hunger, no poverty, no war.
In a perfect world Adam Sandler movies would tank at the box office
Hard working, honest, talented musicians would triumph over soulless pop tripe
And Tumbleweed Memories would be more popular than Google.

But it's not a perfect world is it! I'm dealing with it, it's about time you did.

Way From Me

You were a blue bird
In my dream
I shinned the window pane
Sixty million paces above earth
And then you flew
Way from me

Fun Moon

Fun moon
Too long
Want to
Travel like
An arctic tern
Winding windwards
Didn't work
Leave
And you
Will fly.
Fun moon

You Are All Drunk Getsetters

You are all broken letters
And beans, you know
Bottles top me when I'm blue
Sometimes I unscrew just to
Make the clock click back to you.
You are are all drunk getsetters
And scenes, you know
Sometimes I plug in
Just to make my water dry
You are all drunk getsetters.

Backlight

Thought you'd be back here
By my backlight
And not the thought of you
By my backlight
The the very thought
Of you
Watching my backlight
Is the thought of you

Big Drama

With this thing that may not be
Blood pouring from my wrist
Sometimes I listen to what
Goes into my ears
And flows right into my fist.

Fence Post

The light on the wall made me sad


The stain on the floor was still there


Last nights dishes were waiting to swim


And all I can think of...............


Is only a whim

FENCE POST

Q is the happiest letter

Because wherever it goes it will always have You!

Shotgun Remedy

You gave me a gun, put it right in my hand
You told me to squeeze the trigger
You laughed as I followed the rules set so out
You laughed as the gun was filled with nothing but sand.

You gave me a shotgun, threw it straight in my arms
You told me to take aim and put an end to my days
You laughed as I raised it the weakest of fools
You laughed as you closed your eyes and awaited my harm

I saw the eyes closing past the barrel in my way
I turned the gun around so my way was now safe.
I thought for a moment with honesty and grace
Then I smiled for a second and blew away your face

Jump

Once, so high
Down came the sky
Even if I tried
Even if I cried
I couldn't jump high enough
Couldn't leap near enough
To put back the sky
But maybe the how and why of the sky
Falling down for a lie
Down next to me could be found if I pry
Then all I need to succeed was apply
All the knowledge I took from the sky
And then all would happy and I would not cry
Maybe you would not die
Maybe we like before would fly
Yes Fly.

The Tumbleweed Memories Alphabet Of The Alternative Part 9

The Iron Rose
A film whose plot can be summed up in six words two people get lost in a cemetary Jean Rollin's The Iron Rose is as alternative a movie going experience as you can get, the two main characters meet at a wedding and go cycling around a lonely rail depot before deciding to picnic in an overcrowded cemetary, lost in their own little world night falls and they find themselves locked in for the midnight hours, succumbing to their own fears and doubts they stumble around the tombstones searching for a way out. With only snatches of mainly dreamlike, poetic dialogue and occasional musical interludes, Rollin uses the graves and the faces of his leads to tell the story. A hugely personal film for Jean, the film was laughed off screen at it's premiere and languished without distribution for a while, with the benfit of time, the film now is a perfect example of Rollin's style and themes, his films will never win a contest with Speilberg or Scorcese in terms of technical brilliance or sheer popcorn excitement, but no other film maker can for me capture as well cinematically the idea of an emotion, the feeling of living in a dream, of letting yourself go and seeing more than you see with your eyes in a world of infinite possibilities and make the banal seem like a sonnet. Rollin's doomed characters may not like what is happening to them, but they embrace to reality of it as if it were their destiny to be there all along. Rollin's death at the end of last year left a hole in my own particular appreciation of cinema, a truly original brave film maker whose work transcended genre to enter a place where dream and nightmare collide in a collage of terrifying beauty. Je vous salue Jean!

I will never know now what I thought I knew then

I looked and I lingered by the end of the street we called home
I gazed through the night at the houses and the lights and had never felt so alone
It had come to this moment, this single breath, footstep and turn
And a pair of what once were lovers now torn asunder by what one never learned.

So I turned down once friendly roadways my mind driving me away on remote control
And I looked back to the time when, at this time of night you were mine to hold
To keep safe from all of life's evils, to aid you with all of my ken
Those moments will never come back and I will never know now what i thought i knew then.

What?

A question asked.
A response to everything in the eyes of a fool
A indefinable object in a hand unseen
A question answered