Honey Walls

Written for a wedding - and, to keep the pretentious Latin theme going, with half a nod to Vergil's 4th Georgic...  

In your hour of flowers and little girls’ laughter,

In the night that is right and the days that come after, 

When you choose to do the things you will have to –    

You’re building the honey walls. 

You’re building the honey walls.

You’ve tested and stretched the strings that support you. 

You leapt and you wept and the safety net caught you.  

Now the rhythm you strum is the one that they taught you  

Inside the honey walls.   

Inside the honey walls. 

Honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

The push and the rush and the glorious fall.  

The beat and the sweetness, the heart of it all.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls. 

Behind the green screen, under indigo eyes,  

Your yearning and learning and dreams in disguise 

Coalesce with the rest in the buzz of the hive, 

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

When the sun’s bound in clouds that don’t let its heat through  

And down on the ground life’s about to defeat you,  

Then folding and holding they press back to meet you –  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

Honey walls.  

The push and the rush and the glorious fall.  

The beat and the sweetness, the heart of it all.  

Inside the honey walls.  

Inside the honey walls.  

(You can listen to an acoustic demo here.)

Eden on the line

Fons et origo*? Well, as you might have spotted, James Joyce is at the heart of this site...

But this is the first time I used the imagery which gives this site its name.  A song I wrote about 20 years ago. 

* if there wasn't an episode of 'Happy Days' with that name - why not?

Buoyed by salt and DNA,  

Impelled by history, 

Beneath a wide and empty sky,

We swim in a warm sea.

The tide rolls over rocks and sand, 

Treasure chests and shells. 

There are no charts to mark the shoals 

But those we draw ourselves.

Chorus:  With the ones we love in the mesh of time,

               Trying to make sense of what we find. 

               Eden – are you on the line? 

               Come on in – the water feels fine.

Some tread water nervously 

And some trade on their fears. 

Some weave a pattern in the web 

That lasts a thousand years. 

The lines run back and forward, 

Criss-cross the grand parade.

The ties that join the swimmers 

Escape the midwife’s blade.

Chorus

Don’t look for hidden purposes. 

Don’t ask me what it’s for. 

Why some will swim through seven seas 

And some don’t get through the door. 

In the strands of blood and friendship 

All somehow make their mark. 

They guide and trace the patterns 

Of who and how we are.

Chorus

 (listen to an acoustic demo here)