Lyrics

COMMERCIAL ROAD

Shared a bath in turns with an itinerant like me
Jamaican psychic had the rooms on Airbnb
There was a bible on the desk, by the key
Left open to Isaiah 43

You're not the only gypsy born in Hackney
Two fingers to the aristocracy
With their daughters, a careless pornography:
Ophelia in the back room of Hamley's

Nothing was left of who I used to be
I'd given up on everything
But life was never the same again, oh God
After I saw you on Commercial Road

While your wife invoked a daemon
I was working dowsing rods in Rome
Outside the library that was once a home 
for boys who screamed as they were raped until broken

Nothing was left of who I used to be
I'd given up on everything
But life was never the same again, oh God
After I saw you on Commercial Road

Commercial Road

After I saw you on Commercial Road

I’d given up on everything

A CALL TO LIGHT

Let me tell you of the way the world could be - the way of love - this is the way of all things:
In darkness, even water becomes one with sky.
Together, we are liberated from the pain of those abandoned by their forefathers; together, there is no resistance to our scope.
in the distance, a call to light -
- dawn is the opal in which all colours burn -
- dawn is the emptiness of all things -
- and you are loved as the black-headed gulls are loved by the currents, as the deepest trenches of the oceans are loved by silence - one of seven billion human organisms, you are loved

Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke