Author: Glen Johnson

‘LOW BIRTH WEIGHT’ (2019 re-issue vinyl album)

Tracks : Snowfall Soon/Crown Estate/Bad Patient/The Fun Of The Century/Birdymachine/Not Fair/Dark Secrets Look For Light/Snow Drums/Shepherds Are Needed/I Am The Sub-librarian/Waking Up

Released on Rocketgirl, 2019.  Vinyl album with printed inner lyric sleeve.  First time on vinyl since it’s original release in 1999. This re-issue features brand new sleeve notes by Glen Johnson and unseen pictures from the original photo session.

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A Book I Should Not Read

A Book I Should Not Read

All armies bear their losses, yet still they rally on
The fanfare may be muted, the spirit may be gone
And Troy was devastated by an accident of greed
I knew that you were taken; a book I should not read
But the sun danced in your shadow like the mocking of a bird
And I was dragged down to your depth
And I clung to every word
You’re a statue in my past
You are stone amongst the grass
Byzantine and cold but never growing old

And the clouds pass over Europe as the night, it battens down
I am drinking in the backroom of a bar of some renown
And I’m thinking how I lost you, how I let go of your hand
Your last words wore a sadness
You were drowned out by the band

 

 

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

A Fond Farewell

A Fond Farewell

Oh lord
I lost the one I loved
I gave her all I had
But that was not enough
Oh lord
I cannot bear to breathe
Her voice is but a memory
Her kiss is but a dream

So long
I haven’t left my bed
I see no point in getting up
I wish that I were dead
So long
I bid a fond farewell
I cannot live this hollow life
I cannot break her spell

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Already Ghosts

Already Ghosts

In travel, there are traps
When I’m writing in the back
Beneath the rain, between the maps
My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong –
I loved you when you loved me and then we were done

There’s a silence on the railway
There’s a bad curse on the land
And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand
You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand
And that sentence cut my loveline
When you left me as you planned

In travel, there are traps
When I’m writing in the back
Beneath the rain, between the maps
My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong –
I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone
In travel, there are traps
When I’m writing in the back

 

 

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)