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Fine and Mellow
00:36
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Yellow Dog
11:31
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A pale yellow pi dog crosses my path.
I drink from my water bottle
And taste chlorine and rust.
Two snake kraits intertwine,
Amorous little night snakes,
They disappear down in a rat hole.
A Dollarbird Roller flies ‘cross my path.
I drink from my water bottle
And taste sorrow and loss.
Jokes. kindness. grief,
Until,
ice-clad,
I stand at my father’s grave.
No one will whistle Blaydon Races
For a dead Geordie lad.
The sun burns the sky,
Burns the ground, burns the gulley dry,
Burns the tawny dust,
Burns rock and low scrub,
Burns the wall of bones,
Burns my burgeoning surprise,
Burns my weeping eyes.
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Dollarbird
02:42
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My Lover's Coat
05:12
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I will wear my lover’s coat
On all the great land masses and
Over all the mighty oceans.
I will write ‘Love’ as a girdle round the globe.
A is for the Astronaut I love.
I will run so fast and fly so swiftly,
My lover on cloud nine will read
The yellow-light tracery of my body.
‘L’ I will Lip-smudge across America,
‘O’ will Overflow Africa
‘V’ Verily will fit Asia
‘E’ will spread Eagle across Australia
And when I get home to Europe
I will speak with the blackbird in my hedge,
"Did you read what I wrote my love, love, love;
Did you spell out ‘Love’ ?"
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Yellow Fig Leaf
04:07
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Come the autumn my fig tree sheds
All but one of its large three lobed leaves.
There remains one perfect leaf
Hanging by a breath of a thread.
It is yellow gold.
Possessed by the sun, it seems lit from within.
Like handmade paper it is veined
With a tracery of fine, dark ochre lines.
Then
It falls,
It curls,
It blotches,
It shrivels,
It darkens.
It disappears.
I will savour many snowfalls and winter days,
Remembering the fig leaf that breathed your name,
Before tiny fleshy green buds appear again.
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Through The Dark
04:22
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Yellow Tracery
02:13
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My Lover's Heart
09:36
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I will ride my Lover's heart
To greet each day’s new morning, and
Across all the falling sun-downs.
I will write ‘Love’ as a star-burst through the dark.
A is for the Acrobat I love.
I will chase the sky and race so swiftly,
My lover on the earth will read
The yellow light tracery of my body
‘L’ I will lip-smudge across oblivion
‘O’will overleap memory
‘V’ verily will jump right now
‘E’ will spread eagle today and forever.
And when l get back to Zero
I will speak with the desire in my loins.
"Did you see that l wrote my love, love, love;
Did you spell out ‘Love’?
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What I Like
08:50
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I like Guinness, I like stout,
Pour me a glass of wine and hear me shout,
Which wine? Any wine!
Cheers, smiles, mean saxophone about.
I like taverns, I like bars,
Show me a cosy pub and hear me bark,
Which pub? Any pub!
Jokes, laughter, a game of darts.
Bless us with friendship
Bringing heartsease,
Warmth and kindness,
The gift to please.
Bless us with affection
To steer life along,
Nature’s bounty
And a sweet rousing song.
I like bossa, I like swing,
Dance me a round again and hear me sing
Which dance? Any dance!
Jumping jive, rock ‘n rolling.
I like cherries, I like fries,
Give me a plate of food and hear me cry,
Which food? Any food!
Gravy, pepper, puddings and pies.
I like fireflies, I like bears,
Take me walk-about and hear me declare,
Which walk? Any walk!
Mountains, valleys, sea-spray on the air.
I like Dizzy, I like ’Trane
Play me some Ellington and hear me say
Which Ellington? Any Ellington!
Mingus, Monk, Getz and Carla Bley
I like wood stoves, I like snow,
Tuck me in a cabin and hear me explode
Which cabin? Any cabin
Pine logs, nightfall, a small screen movie show.
I like travel, I like risk,
Put me on a moving train and hear me dig
Which train? Any train!
The Sahara, Bootle, Mmbai and Minsk.
I like reading, I like words
Open me a storybook and hear me purr,
Which story ? Any story!
Comedy, tragedy, anything absurd.
I like amber, I like blonde,
Paint me a yellow room and hear me respond,
Which yellow? Any yellow!
Gold or canary, the sun shines on and on....
Bless us with desires, humour and grace,
Love, wisdom, and our own rightful place.
Bless us with music, bless us with song,
A world in harmony
And the music goes on and on and on.....
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Mike Westbrook London, UK
Mike Westbrook, composer and pianist, has received many honours and his outpouring of work in a career stretching over 50 years, ranges from scores for full orchestra to solo piano improvisation.
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