Cube 4: Bottom, top, right, left, back, front

Let me take myself to you
Let you welcome me with deafened silence
Not a movement of branch or twig
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Let you find me hipper than before
Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Feeling the very tenderness of my skin

Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a movement of branch or twig

Let you find me hipper than before
Take me in the very way you take me
Shake me as you never shook me before
Let you welcome me with deafened silence

Feeling the very tenderness of my skin
Shake me as you never shook me before
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Take me in the very way you take me
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Let me take myself to you

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Cube 4: Front, bottom, top, right, left, back

Through Regent’s Park
Heading for the canal
Which will take us
To Camden Lock

To Camden Lock
And Camden Market
To West Indian curries
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams

Through Regent’s Park
Where friends and families sojourn
A place a long way from our home
Where we carry on walking

A place a long way from our home
Which will take us
To a place you once knew
To West Indian curries

Where friends and families sojourn
Heading for the canal
To go through Little Venice
And Camden Market

Where we carry on walking
To go through Little Venice
To a place you once knew
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams

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Cube 4: Back, front, bottom, top, right, left

Waiting for the silence
Waiting in the moment
I hear the water from the dripping tap
Ringing out, on the spoon and the cereal bowl

Watching for awareness
Watching within my body
I scan those parts I feel
And those I feel more intently

And those I feel more intently
I treat with equanimity
I try to say: all is all is all the same
Ringing out, on the spoon and the cereal bowl

Watching for awareness
I try to be, I aim to be to be
A little bit of me to love a little bit of me
Waiting for the silence

A little bit of me to love a little bit of me
I scan those parts I feel
I hear the water from the dripping tap
I try to say: all is all is all the same

I try to be, I aim to be to be
Watching within my body
Waiting in the moment
I treat with equanimity

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Cube 4: Left, back, front, bottom, top, right

I was not at all disappointed
After all you did have something to say
Some words which you thought were worth revealing
Cutting to the quick

You did not hold back
Some words which you thought were worth revealing
And for that I thank you
Best there should be no misunderstanding

No false dawns with which to begin the day
After all you did have something to say
So, good to get it out into the open
Freedom from any lingering hopes, or doubts

Freedom from any lingering hopes, or doubts
Cutting to the quick
Your stormtroopers to the fore
Best there should be no misunderstanding

No false dawns with which to begin the day
I was not at all disappointed
Though I stopped a good way short of celebration
You did not hold back

Though I stopped a good way short of celebration
So, good to get it out into the open
And for that I thank you
Your stormtroopers to the fore

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Cube 4: Right, left, back, front, bottom, top

They are an unlikely combination
She, so archaically well spoken
He, a foul-mouthed alcoholic
On the number thirteen bus

Travelling from Lords to central London
With his guitar and can of Tennant's extra
Offering many many thanks to the bus driver
They get off two stops before Selfridges

Walking there, for breakfast in the restaurant
With his guitar and can of Tennant's extra
He, a foul-mouthed alcoholic
Unable to sit in any peace at all

Are they old rock stars, from St John’s Wood?
Offering many many thanks to the bus driver
She, so archaically well spoken
Perhaps they have grown old and frail together

Perhaps they have grown old and frail together
They get off two stops before Selfridges
On the number thirteen bus
Unable to sit in any peace at all

Are they old rock stars, from St John’s Wood?
Travelling from Lords to central London
They are an unlikely combination
Walking there, for breakfast in the restaurant

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