In the dead of the night
When the colour and light
Are bled from the heavens and earth
When the clocks on the shelves
Lay their hands on the twelve
And a new day rejoices in birth
Comes slow inspiration
And soft expiration
As midnight, so dark and so deep
Bestows inspiration
Or eyes expiration
Of well-travelled souls in their sleep
In the blackest of black
Where the shadows draw back
And the sounds are all snatched from the streets
As a writer's head jerks
O'er some half-written work
And her eyelids lie down in defeat
Comes slow inspiration
And soft expiration
As Midnight, so still and serene
Bestows inspiration
Or eyes expiration
Of ideas that just might have been
The cobblestones are cold and grey, the leaves are wet with dew
And all around the yawning earth, the world begins anew...
In the youngest of hours
In a city of flowers
That sigh as they wait for the dawn
As a girl lies at rest
On her valentine's chest
Til the sun breathes its life to the morn
Comes slow inspiration
And soft expiration
As midnight, the dreamer's old friend
Bestows inspiration
For written creation
Which comes, like a breath, to its end.
The Māori-Scottish vocalist, also of the Electric Wire Hustle, embarks on a journey of self-discovery inspired by his Māori heritage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021
A vibrant post-punk album that explores the co-existence of pleasure and pressure through warm natural metaphor and gritty riffs. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 9, 2017