From the album Private Reel
"Golden bead of light stricken through the eye of a cow skull. The power of this moment stretching each way. Plates shift the sound rippling up from cracked cakes of land. Deja Vu stands with the horizon, a distant friend.
Her skin hasn't felt rain in months."
Sun through curtains in the afternoon
Through crystal pooling yellow on an empty room
Mirror dust down these old country blues
Down the red road we will set
Moth rattles my hair stunned by the highlights we watch
Dapple grey lassoed back to the place I've never been
Remember deja vu
This place lay homeless now for too many ghosts
Each to their own bones strung up
Hey, are you going my way?
Can I catch you up?
Can you be the one to save the two of cups?
Will the rain down on my carving
Iodising my bones
You are salt of the earth