1. New Moon
2. Ha Shem has Given
3. Evaporate
4. Porn
5. String
6. Man Looks on the Outside
7. Pie
8. Don’t Check Out
9. Gun
10. Death Row
11. Tui
12. Irish Orchid
1 New Moon
Someone has done you wrong kicked hatred straight in your face
Sliding down your throat you got a taste
Seed sown in your heart
Deep down in the dark pull it out that’s what I say
Friends there’s no time to delay
Forgiveness
is healing that reaches to the bone like
coming
out of hospital and going home
Don’t water hatred in the shadows don’t fertilize hatred in the shade
It will surely show just like a parade
It won’t go away lets deal with the pain
Don’t be emotionally lame dragging a great ball and chain
Forgiveness
is healing that reaches to the bone like
coming
out of hospital and going home
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
2 Ha Shem has Given
Totally
spinning but I’m standing still
I
am drugged by love yet I’ve taken no pill
I
am hungry yet my eyes have had a feast how can this
happen
beauty has fallen in love with the beast
Elegant
lovely like a dandelion pretty one yes a daughter of Zion
I
did not seek her love work for it or toil
How
can this happen Venus has come down to my patch of soil
I
bind her with love and in circle her with many a kiss
Yet
her love is wide boundless
Smothered
with pleasure yet we commit no sin
I
say baruch Ha Shem to the G-d above
How
can this happen he gave her this woman for me to love
I
bind her with love and in circle her with many a kiss
Yet
her love is wide boundless
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
3 Evaporate
You
say its hard preparing for the coming test
Stuffing
your head full of those facts to do your very best
You
say if you firmly squeeze go and squeeze your brain
Then
all those facts will then slip out again
Yet I say it’s hard to be still and wait for the time to evaporate
You
say its hard working your body in a race your face
turns
red as your trying hard to keep up the pace
Gravity
over come and then stands to the side to rest
Fuels
pumped by pure muscle submerged in your chest
Yet I say it’s hard to be still and wait for the time to evaporate
You
say its hard working your body and brain
Feeling
like you’re at the fair ground on a runaway train
I
asked shouldn’t you be careful you could leave life’s track
End
up in a six-foot hole on your back
Yet I say it’s hard to be still and wait for the time to evaporate
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
4 Porn
You’re
young and beautiful some would call you a slut
All
you can give is a paper cut your porn
You’re
hot and its dry and the dust devil spins on the plan
You’re
a cloud that floats by you’re a dark cloud giving no rain you’re
porn
She’s
young and beautiful some would call you a tart
She’s
lying when she says its fine art you’re porn
Dear
friend you can see it all but you got nothing
Believe
me when I say she’s a poison spring she’s porn
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
5 String
Just another day in the factory just another day laid
back I ask myself why are you here unfortunately
I’m just to damn good to be sacked
The little bird looks for bread on the ground in the dust
I’m thinking I better do the same
Men need to work and earn their daily crust
It’s
a shame there’s no paint to watch drying
That
would be exciting to me
I
think I’ll sit here and just think about that crazy string
theory
Thinking
about string theory has got me tied in knot
I’m
thinking I better now just stop
Who
wants to plant a garden but then lose the plot?
This
mad train of thought needs a shove a kick, push it right on off its
track
Anyone that’s
thinking oh so much could become a crazy insomniac
Many
words said many words sang please from me do not quote
I
believe the man in the sky spoke then from nothing the world began to
float
Just
another day in the factory just anther day laid back
I
ask my self why are you here unfortunately
I’m
just to damn good to be sacked
Times
going slow way too slow why don’t I write a song
Got
to try and help good old time wake up and start to jog along
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
6 Man looks on the Outside
Friends
why am I full of words that need to be born
Yet
when I squeeze the pen they come out deformed
I
do really love books even though I’ve been on the
borderline
Thinking
whether to stab that dictionary through the spine and let
it
bleed its black blood
Sorry
my dear friend I’ve forgotten your unusual name
Its
just slipped off my tongue I’ll try and find it again
I
know your name’s written right at the top of your dusty file
the
question is
which part of the brain where in what aisle?
Oh
if I could I would yes take your file down
I
have been questioned by intellectuals putting me in the dock
Yet
in their head they locked me in a wooden box
Who
cares if when they go to the library they take a small cart
Don’t
be a pseudo intellectual that’s got no heart
I
know its time for them to change the way they think
Man looks on the outside but my God looks at the heart
Man looks on the outside but my God looks at the heart
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
7 Pie
We
need to live for today just stop looking only for pie in heavens
sky
Don’t you know
once there you will be brought back to planet earth to this
land
again we will re occupy
Stop
wishing your life away my friend enjoy the sun the wind and the sway
my friend
Soon
you’ll be gathered up and taken away yes we do need to live for
today
Lets
make most of the daytime for the days in which we are living are full
of evil
On the
streets wicked men they walk around with two faces
There
are leaders that sign a peace treaty with a pencil
Don’t
be like that servant you known my friend went
off
to follow the sound of the show my friend
Leaving
a field of man to stand in the overflow
Summer
here but so soon comes the snow
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
8 Cut off
Hold
me now for my sun is about to go down
Through
the mist I see my crown
The
cord it is cut the line it falls
In
the end I gave it all
Lay
with me Oh my beauty,
For
my time has come
Tomorrow
I know the outcome
My
drum it will stop the silence will fall
He
spoke I answered the call
I
was pushed through the vale
Ha
Shem just pulled me back
Yes
In him there’s nothing I lack
I
will surely return to you my love
You
are my my little turtle dove
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
9 Gun
Did
the gun sit down devise a scheme in the night?
Did
it drive itself to the murder site? Guns push air out but do they
breath air in?
Was
it trying to commit suicide by throwing itself into the bin?
Does
a gun really have a living heart and a soul? Can a gun really
exercise
self-control?
Will its name be written in G-d’s scroll, at death will it go up
to
heaven or will it go down to Sheol?
I
think it is good if you own something with a muzzle. Are we
civilized?
Yet
we live in a concrete jungle. There are not many animals some men are
beasts
My
friend listen, Who wants to end up in the morgue, end up deceased?
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
10 Death Row
A
gap in iron bars lets a beam of light hit the ground
He’s
in prison in this dusty out back western town
They
know he shot a man, shot him in the head
Laying
in that pool of blood stone dead
Yes
he can hear a knocking as the gallows go up out side
Tomorrow
he’s going to have to surely die
The
gallows silhouetted by a blazing sun
His
days on this earth are how just one
On
bended knees he reaches for the mysterious God of love
In
the night God heard him calling him up above
He
wakes up on the floor by the rattle of keys
Now
the time has come and deaths at the door
Now
he is lead to slaughter his hands and feet are in chains
Yet
he knows he’s going to ride again on the plains
The
light fades from his eyes while the sun does rise
I’ve
just seen a wise man turn to the light
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
11 Tui
Too
many words spoken too many words said
I
need to slash through that thicket in my head
In
this life’s there’s sunshine mixed with rain
On
life’s road another hill then plain
After
the storm and thunder she was above I was under
Too
many words spoken too many words said
Bad
weather has formed a cloud around my head
In
the cleft of the rock there’s shelter my Tui
To
this our problem Ha Shem has the key
Then
come words that are gently spoken
after
sweet love that is mixed with motion
Too
many words spoken too many words said
Ha
Shem’s timing perfect just entered my troubled head
He
can meet your lovely dry land with rain
He
has the real power release the crane
You
are my flower I will pollinate
The
child will arrive never early or late
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
12 Irish Orchid
You
were down in Cork south of Dublin
Lovely
green eyes surrounded by your pale porcelain skin
Yes
a beautiful flower I picked you out of a field that was covered in
dew
Yes you were
covered, covered in dew a graceful pretty bee orchid
That’s
never going to sting
The
word is the word is kind and loving
Curves
like the rolling hills of the moor
You
are oh so very wealthy and in beauty far from poor
Sweet
and so young a fiery red head in the weave of this land a golden
thread
Yes in the
weave a golden thread more talents than the strings on a harp
Your
mind not blunt but very sharp
The
word is the word is kind and loving
Lyrics by Davyd Homan