Cube 2: Back, front, bottom, top, right, left

The main line brought me the most part
The branch line almost finished me off
I cannot remember where I started
Whether an aeroplane was involved or not

I walked from station to bus stop
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
I knew this place, I knew it well
Now who on earth knows where I am

Whether an aeroplane was involved or not
For the moment, let us say that was so
To add a little glamour perhaps
Now who on earth knows where I am

The main line brought me the most part
I had been travelling for a long time
All of the day and on into the evening
I walked from station to bus stop

But I had not yet reached my destination
I knew this place, I knew it well
I cannot remember where I started
To add a little glamour perhaps

I had been travelling for a long time
The branch line almost finished me off
I waited in the dark night’s fine drizzle
For the moment, let us say that was so

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Cube 1: Right, front, back, top, bottom, left

I am pretty much self-sufficient
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
When left to my own devices

Not that I crave solitude
But if by chance it happens upon me
In a mindful, spiritual, kind of way
Not that I desire to be a hermit

But a little time alone would be ok
Every now and then that is
Pretty much ok with self-confidence
Yet still exploring my faith

Not that I crave solitude
But to know more about oneself
I am pretty much self-sufficient
But a little time alone would be ok

Not that I desire to be a hermit
I hope you are coming to understand
When left to my own devices
Yet still exploring my faith

But to know more about oneself
Every now and then that is
But if by chance it happens upon me
I hope you are coming to understand

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Cube 1: Left, right, front, back, top, bottom

An arched stone bridge, one arch
The River Plym flows off of the moor
An ice cream van in the car park
Children playing in the water

It is quiet later on, as I drive by
On my way home from work
I help to take colour out of water
Making it fit and safe to drink

Although my role is one of observer
An ice cream van in the car park
On my way home from work
Occasionally I would call in

To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub
The River Plym flows off of the moor
I help to take colour out of water
Meanwhile saving what I could

Although my role is one of observer
An arched stone bridge, one arch
It is quiet later on, as I drive by
To purchase a lollipop or vanilla tub

Occasionally I would call in
Children playing in the water
Making it fit and safe to drink
Meanwhile saving what I could

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Cube 1: Bottom, left, right, front, back, top

I am aware of the completeness of my body
As I stand between the monumental stone pillars
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane

With walls, fences, and verges to the side
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
Which in turn takes me down to the beach

I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
The tide was receding
The sunrise was slowly rising
I breathe in, I breathe out, I take a step forwards

I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
Before reaching the main road and the promenade
The tide was receding
I am aware of the completeness of my body

I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette
The lane turns corners and falls gradually
The sunrise was slowly rising
Onto the narrow, rutted, potholed lane

I stop, stand in wonder for a while; I retrace my steps
With walls, fences, and verges to the side
I remember the rippled, and wet, firm sands
I sit in the cafe with a coffee and a cigarette

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Cube 1: Top, bottom, left, right, front, back

Grandad paid for the tenancy
Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge

From daily tears to daily joy
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine
Our very own full-size football field
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about

Mum and dad, landlord and landlady
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
But no more rides on the steam shunting engine

Dad’s second job, delivering to the road-work navvies
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
Our very own full-size football field

I changed schools, from Thurlestone to Birdsedge
Playing tin-can-squash with the big boys
Braziers, for frying bacon and egg breakfasts
With a lamp-post for a nighttime kick-about

Grandad paid for the tenancy
Raiding gardens, scrumping strawberries and peas
As the kerbstones were unloaded by hand
From daily tears to daily joy

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