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International Kings, like the sons of Ganymede driven to the place where they cannot plead my soul driven idol take my place among the seven sweet lovers on the gallows pole International correction, International insurrection, Now the valleys are drenched … Continue reading →

Innocent Gone Was I crucified or mystified? She called to me my fated bride In colours plain and robes of gold and blue ‘cross the world made plains and sheltered bays With her rain song dance and her fevered blade … Continue reading →

I’m Coming Home Babe you know I bin gone You know I never meant to stay I bin a long time running But I never meant it to be that way I said: Babe Babe I’m coming home I’ll never … Continue reading →

If I was A Soldier If I was a soldier Fighting in the war I would wear no colours No colours I’d wear at all I’m not an amoralist Or an anarchist of doubt But the feathers in my cap … Continue reading →