WHAT I LEARNT ON MY HOLIDAYS

i have learnt the importance of travelling light
i have learnt to respect the mountain
to know the limitations of my ageing body
i have learnt that a pair of trekking poles suddenly doesn't seem so much of a luxury
when knees begin to seize up halfway down a mountain
i have learnt the joys of escaping the eye of the clock
that the wilderness has a transcendent power and beauty
which nurtures the human spirit
i have learnt that when battered by high winds
on a hillside in the middle of a rain squall
it is much easier to identify with modern industrial civilization and its products
a waterproof anorak and trousers and comfortable leather walking boots
i have learnt that the mountains are no place to be when the drizzle sets in
i have learnt to appreciate how tough it must be
to eke out a livelihood in remote moutainous terrain
i have learnt that an artist is a mirror for the audience
but that sometimes the mirror needs to be broken
i have learnt that life is about following one's intuition
and then putting one foot in front of the other

LUNATIC

He takes one small step, makes one giant leap
Looks back at the swirl of cloud and ocean
He places his flag, he sifts through the dust
Over his shoulder a planet in motion

He’s a lunatic, he’s got a fixation
He’s under a spell, he’s under a charm
He’s a lunatic, he’s looking for omens
Out for a walk under the stars

He gazes in awe at her celestial body
The milky white skin she slowly reveals
She’s a bright crystal ball on black velvet cushions
The guardian of sleep, the keeper of dreams

He’s a lunatic, he’s got a fixation
He’s under a spell, he’s under a charm
He’s a lunatic, he’s looking for omens
Out for a walk under the stars

His talk is of science, of divine inspiration
Mechanical marvels, ingenious schemes
Under cover of night, deep in conversation
His muse lights the way as he wanders the streets

He’s a lunatic, he’s got a fixation
He’s under a spell, he’s under a charm
He’s a lunatic, he’s looking for omens
Out for a walk under the stars

BROTHER WOLF (LIVE)

INTERNATIONAL LOVE

She came from China

On a slow boat

He swam from Java

He barely kept afloat

They were born under different stars

Spoke in different tongues

They moved in different orbits

Worshipped different gods

But when they met it was beautiful

Two cultures collided

Two cymbals clashed

International love

Hand in glove

International love

He was warm and open

She was shy and reserved

He was easy-going

She always had to be first

It was a meeting of bodies

A meeting of minds

An entente cordiale

A delicate compromise

And when they met it was beautiful

Two cultures collided

Two cymbals clashed

International love

Hand in glove

International love

They were oil and water

They were fire and ice

They would both fight their corner

They were both always right

But their days were numbered

They knew it couldn’t last

Their edifice was starting to crumble

Their light was fading fast

Cracks began to open

Fault lines appeared

They were pulling in different directions

It had to end in tears

But the memories were beautiful

When two cultures collided

When two cymbals clashed

International love

Hand in glove

International love

He came from Java

On a slow boat

She swam from China

She barely kept afloat

International love

Hand in glove

International love