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Published: Monday, 31 May 2004

In the beginning
We could hang with the dude
But it’s been too much of nothing
Of that stank attitude
Now they curse your name
And there’s a bounty on your face
It’s your own fault daddy
Godwhackers on the case

We track your almighty ass
Thru seven heaven-worlds
Me, Slinky Redfoot
And our trusty angel-girls
And when the stars bleed out
That be the fever of the chase
You better get gone people
Godwhackers on the case

Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Climb up the glacier
Across bridges of light
We sniff you, Big Tiger
In the forest of the night
‘Cause there’s no escape
From the Rajahs of Erase
Your better run run run
Godwhackers on the case

Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Yes we are the Godwhackers
Who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imagining
It’s time to pay the price
You better step back son
Give the man some whackin’ space
You know this might get messy
Godwhackers on the case

Published: Monday, 31 May 2004

love at first sight?
Caught in that first glance,
that smile
those eyes
those eyes
what colour are they?
I still don’t know
just the beauty
all colours?
Heart in throat
I sit in this vulnerability
after that first glance
that first smile
those eyes
those eyes
I cry

Sitting on the stone set in place before history, the ground ending 2 metres in front of me, the creek talking to us.

That pull in my heart asking “who am I”, this human sitting on the
boundary of life and death of the body. The ground 100 metres below
reminding me of my past that was here before history, before time and
space. Driving through my heart with a pulse that drew me to the
opposite cliffs.

The storm clouds building in the west, rolling in to rain on us
through the forest. The scars of money hunters showing us their death
still rotting away in stands so large.

This place so archaic and green still holds secrets so unimaginable
silence is the only way to learn. Creeping to the edge of the abyss,
silence in deliberate steps placed on old beaten paths. The forest
driving its’ past on our souls as we make our way to the edge of time.
Peering over at its secrets, the scars of water through rock over
thousands of years.

How do I say I love where I am when these words are just the characters in my play with you.

Deep as this waterfall of opportunity, that pull in my heart to fly
to the other side. I live with you on the edge of the abyss, my heart
always looking in, just to see the other side.

Published: Monday, 24 May 2004

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