Shouts From Down Under

Home is; when you remember your name

Home.

Where I / We grew up won't have the same meaning to others (our kids) as it did for us.





The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning

I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
I'm looking for a

Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from outa the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
and everywhere

I can hear those people saying

That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to every living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know

Album: Everything That Happens Will Happen Today

This blog is thin because it has had a tumour growing on it called NaNo.

The growth will soon be removed and life return to normal.
Except for bouts of Sparky chemo.
That's the stuff I say that people would rather wasn't.

But my mind is a bit like the song.
It's HOME.

Sparky