All at sea

'Lighthouse tall and grand
Standing on that cold headland
Shine your light across the sea
For a wayward sailor girl like me

Lighthouse man
Guide this sailor back to land
Steer my ship on through the storm
Back to water safe and calm

Sometimes I need a lighthouse for my own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going

Oh lighthouse man
I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me

Lighthouse man
Can't help us all
Some he'll save and some will fall
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help it if you capsize

He'll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore
Won't you light my lonely way back home
This sea is full of misery and woe

Oh woe betide those that say
They don't need no light to light their way
They think they're safe enough on their own
Drown in murky depths below

We all need a lighthouse for our own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going

Oh lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me'

~Song by The Waifs
Iron Pot Lighthouse from Roaring Beach, Tasmania

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Chad Alan Gracey / Chad David Taylor / Edward Joel Kowalczyk / Patrick Dahlheimer
Lighthouse lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Wednesday

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup

Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Red silk

Love is no contest 
Of reciprocity
If it were
Ours a game of tag
Where i am always it

Instead, a gift of sound
As if handing you
Every note wrapped
In red silk ribbon
From Chopin's ninth night

You responding only
With the miniscule slip
Of tear sliding down cheek
Eloquent and appropriate
For one such as this
Hayden Orpheum Picture Palace, Sydney

Here we are again

In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper
Without being
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
Lately
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Narrator
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine

Safest place on earth

Hot coffee milky sweet
Cold toes warm sand

Butter slowly sinking in
Cool toast warm jam

Closed eyes to the sky
Relishing a band

Tall glass of cider
Dripping cool in hand

Watching all the people
Most beautiful to find

Holding all contentment
With you planted in my mind