• Arbour •

Rusting in a restless heat
This heavy curtained room’s no place for me
The king’s feet and his broken speech
Those were dark days in this field

Coffee pressed bread basket dreams
Hungry then and still it seems Oh our backs pressed up red-brick thin
Wine red, chequered skin

Italyyyy you’re calling me
Italyyyy you’re calling me
Ohhhh Italy you’re calling

Batter born it’s blood in my grain
The sheets were warm where we’d lain
I clung to you in your bed
I was far-flung in my head

I was a free-wheeling racing child
Graffitti yard lock in
And the trees swallowed us where we sat
Left us stoned on the cobbled flat

Italyyyy you’re calling me
Italyyyy you’re calling me
Ohhhh Italy you’re calling

 

 

• Aurillac •

You were terrible
And you were kind
Between the shield, between the mime

You were terrifying
And oh so strange
Witnessing your red lit game

Empty eyes roll over my spine
We heard
Barking dogs in the flickering light

Hold me, hold me, hold me by the water so wide
Show me all is well on the inside

Born and bred
The weak the wise
Remind me how to love but how to lie
Born and raised the meek and the mild
Remind me how to live I’m half-alive

And the floorboards were creaking
Under all of our feet
And we hid from the faces and their gleaming white teeth

All the feathers were dancing Over all of our heads
And no cheers from a crowd that had already left

Hold me, hold me, hold me by the water so wide
Show me all is well on the inside

Born and bred
The weak the wise
Remind me how to love but how to lie
Born and raised the meek and the mild
Remind me how to live I’m half-alive           x 2