Bushbabies and Bananas

Who will keep the words when the tribes fade into legend and paintings on the rock face with no voices to name the sable or call the rain, how will the Ancestors sing us the Songlines back to our place? Their wisdom is lost to the scattered Children of the grasslands Spirits caged in the cities dead to the dreaming of the dry desert dunes creeping ever closer under a tearful moon They cannot hear the west wind whispering to itself amongst whitening bones of the Wild ones who had nowhere to run from the relentless Sun Souls are split from the Sacred with who they once wandered through the vast open spaces with their herds The old ways are dying as the waters are drying and the ancient forests cleared no fist strikes the drum to mark the ritual done no pleas to the Thunder God drift on dead rivers the Children are gone the Ancestors are still the west wind has wandered on What are you doing while the Earth is dying have you blocked out the echo in the night from the anguished cries for...

© 2025 Nightmares in my head of monsters in my bed vampires in my mind feeding on the kind soft shadows lost inside ugly voices yelling trusted faces selling demons dressed as dreams nothing as it seems pull myself back in and down to the darkness underground hungry, heartless, kissing clowns looking out through tired eyes glowing ghosts, grabbing ghouls fiends that float stabbing souls spin three times round and cross the bridge dont look down you're on the edge mouth taped shut arms outstretched prayers locked up I can almost reach the wizard waiting at the end I do hope he's a friend or is he just another candy cover on a smiling snake that smothers you and offers a shiny red Apple? ohhh Kissing clowns one touch from them and you're going down you try to hide but your feet are tied a weeping bride, you're going to drown unless you take the shiny red Apple race back across the shaking bridge spin three times round and come unhinged past the grabbing ghouls who want my...

 © 2025 Reworked the below lyrics from 2024 for the Song. Now is the time of the Summoning call Them back to you the unloved Selves the unwanted Truths the fractured  gather your Wounded the yearnings set free in your dreamscape to wander  untethered, uncaged as they could not here. Summon them gently invite them back in ... The crying Child  afraid of shouting voices leaving  tell her it will all work out and that she turned out strong not needing to belong  or stay where there was fear. The Dreamer who forsook reality  for brighter sunny skies ask her to bring back the color It’s lonely here without her magic. The Angel who tore off her Wings  when She felt unworthy of Gods love remind her of water falling in sunlight  and the deep peace of being held in His Light. The Rebel who could not bear the suffering of the world  and lost herself in an alternate dimension. Call them back  You will be stronger  now that you know how to...