I want to hold the hand inside you I want to take a breath that’s true I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth You live your life You go in shadows You’ll come apart and you’ll go blind Some kind of night into your darkness Colors […]
Britannia Inn, Dungeness. Dungeness is a place so weird, alien, topsy turvy, that I’m still processing it. The name is weird. It’s old Norse, ‘Nes’, meaning headland, and the ‘Dunge’ bit might be related to Denge Marsh, up to the Northeast. Dungeness is a headland, a cuspate foreland strictly speaking. It is not on the […]
Just an old photo I found. Shot on a Sony Ericsson phone, I think. Melbourne skyline at Fairfield Park. Love that city.
Been playing this on the guitar lately. It’s been a mild autumn, but there’s a storm coming in and the sky betrays it. Here’s my favourite version of the song: