Sixteen Sunsets

by Sixteen Sunsets

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1.
Sixteen sunsets in one day Can be seen from a space ship Orbiting the earth But I saw my world crack and slip away When the consultant Sat down by your bed And sketched a diagram Of your liver and pancreas When he circled round and round With the his ball point pen Over the little tubes and routes Shading in the background With fast strokes Then I felt a sea change In the atmosphere As gravity sucked at our boots And a change of gear Outside the big window Where the chestnut tree Held up daylight candles On a chandelier To light the way for The lorry of death That was drawing near Up the quiet road Where people walked Sixteen sunsets in one day Can be seen from a spaceship Orbiting the Earth But I saw a black hole Swallow up the astrals and Spit clouds in the air When Pops called Sobbing down the line Something like cancer Then he broke down So mum took the phone And said ‘Oh Harts’ so calmly What a shock to the bone Telling my mates I won’t make it tonight Oh I felt a sea change In the atmosphere As gravity sucked at our boots Now a quest begins To get to the roots of All those black holes Hell knows why No space-aged scope Could shed any light your cells So you float off Into dark places Carried by the tide Up, where the moon is There, in the sky Running through rivers Like an old dragonfly
2.
Come home in the morning At the very end of night Lost our wages playing poker With the boys by candlelight Come home in the morning When the cats are drinking milk The thermostat is going on And my slip is made of silk Come home in the morning When the foxes sniff and glide By the seat of your pants And there’s nowhere left to hide Come home in the morning When the first birds sing Come home without warning But come home, come home in the morning
3.
Her nails were pink Her nails were long They clicked on the keys Like a rhyme to a song She was here to help As she smiled and joked Her face on skype It gave you hope She was hard as nails And soft as a bunny Did she really believe Or was it just for the money? Her voice was calm Her voice was warm Her voice in your ear, over the phone Though she was far away You were not alone Her voice was soft And never shrill But the silence you shared Was better still She was hard as nails And soft as a bunny Did she really believe Or was it just for the money? Her dress was tight Her hair was blond She sat by your bed Holding your hand Her eyes were closed She swayed in a trance As close as a wife If you could only dance She might save your life She was hard as nails And soft as a bunny Did she really believe Or was it just for the money?
4.
Going to make us braver Going to cure you of the ills Going to be our savior Better than any pills This will be the mixture, boy, the secret elixir It will make you well again Stronger than Hercules, bigger than Atlas Striding back to health again, bootless and hatless. Grind up the grass The home grown stash Grind it up to fine green dust Then boil it and boil it till it’s black and shiny Boiled right down to a tiny, tiny Slick of oil at the bottom of the pan The weather’s turning colder and the days are growing short And we’re learning what we’ve never ever been taught And you’re sitting on the bench in your Frank Sinatra hat And the leaves are shaking yellow And it doesn’t matter that The angels and devils Are dancing hand in glove We’re going to make a miracle come true For you, my man, my love? And the weather’s turning colder and the days are growing short And we’re learning, we learning what we’ve never been taught Remember when I used to raid up your stash box Hash blocks Burnt through my brain like spots White spots, red spots All these damn dead spots Bed bound blood levels Boil another batch mum Burn off the liquid Scrape out the tin Crush leaves green stems Chuck it all in Home grown medicine Hope in the weed smoke Old willow bones Drifting on reed boats Pops got green fingers And dirt in his nails Potter in the garden Cursing at snails Whose hard little shells Could never quite protect From fate’s tight grip What a pain in the neck Oh what a damn thing This hurt of a splinter Freezing your skin Like weeds in the winter Dreaming on sofas Stoned in a slumber Cannabis oil The last roll of a number Yeah that could do the trick Steam all the green From the stem to the tip My spirits in this Like matches in a box This brown paper bag Got me thinking bout pops I bagged his last crop Now it sits in my back room Green turns to black Dropping ash in the vacuum A sickle moon settles Over all of us The Royal Free car park Craters of dust Crushed leaves green stems Chuck it all in Burn off the liquid Scrape out the tin Sick yellow skin Borne out from bad blood Wonder if the green things Could kill a few bugs Show me gold things Gold rings with white pearls Give me skunk buds With the bright orange swirls Sweet smelling pollen That crumbles at flame Burn off the liquid Take what remains Dreaming on sofas Stoned in a slumber Cannabis oil Last crack of the thunder Yeah that could do the trick Steam all the green From the stem to the tip
5.
Tonight the breath of death blew in Rattled the blinds and knocked over the bin Opened the door without ringing the bell We knew, we could feel it all too well. The paramedics came with their yellow truck Tonight’s the night when death’s in luck Parked in the street front for all to see For tonight there’s a new emergency. And all the oxygen and all the talk Can’t give you the strength to get up and walk Though your blood is thick with sugary tears The morphine has sucked away your fears. For tonight’s the night you’ll sail away There’s nothing else to do or say The drama’s over, the play must end Adieu, father, lover, friend.
6.
Clinging On 02:43
Sinking suns in Clapton Blacked out stout Sweet Guinness lips And foam at your mouth Blacked out stout Lashings of molasses And foam at your mouth Soft grey ashes Lashings of molasses Warm bread Rayburn Soft grey ashes Tree load of Braeburn Warm bread Rayburn Red coal and red skies Tree load of Braeburn Same sun same rise Red coal and red skies Wrapped in my puffa coat Same sun same rise Apple in my eye hope Wrapped in my puffa coat Waking with the willow trees Apple in my eye hope Watching all these little seeds Waking with the willow trees Heard myself wailing Watching all these little seeds At the window paining Heard myself wailing Two in the bluest morning At the window paining Crying and I’m yawning Two in the bluest morning Forever clinging on Crying and I’m yawning My pen sings along Forever clinging on Singing with the stars My pen sings along Black and blue marks Singing with the stars Ivory white keys Black and blue marks Bruising the paper Clinging on in Clapton A clapped out trout Rainbows in the skin and Hooks at my mouth A clapped out trout Fished from the river Lea Hooks at my mouth Marshes remember me Fished from the river Lea Where kingfishers roam Marshes remember me I’m trying to find home Where kingfishers roam And dead bodies dwell I’m trying to find home I slipped and I fell And dead bodies dwell God my dads dead too I slipped and I fell So what am I to do? God my dads dead too You could read it in the news So what am I to do? I’ve got the dead dad blues You could read it in the news I just feel it in my bones I’ve got the dead dad blues And his voice is on my phone I just feel it in my bones I’m shivering inside And his voice is on my phone The battery mustn’t die I’m shivering inside As the blue turns sky The battery mustn’t die Stored in my memory As the blue turns sky And night draws in Stored in my memory The glass in your skin And night draws in As lamps fade out The glass in your skin Smashing in my dreams
7.
My saltiest streams Are all PVC glue Some ink and a tear Turn the A4 blue Bottles and bluebells Dwelling in my skeleton My melanin Embedded with snowdrops And everything The buddleia blooms And slips from my tongue The common blue butterfly That hums in my lung Wiping pollen from my eye And feeling the sting Looking at these blackbirds That don’t seem to sing And the bumble bees Who already knew And flew off and blew off To be there with you Oh Pops it’s a lot These prickly pear drops Which stick to my beard Like damp on the cloth Or moss on my skin These sockets start seeping Splashing two words Of the poem that I’m reading Breathing – barely God it’s so scary But mamas here now so you know I won’t cry Baby don’t cry Baby don’t sigh Waterworks on the words Two lines become blurred But the birds in the first part Never caught a rain drop I wet the word ‘cloud’ Made it look cloudy Blue turns to grey As my eyes shut loudly Reopen all swollen It drops to the floor Like apples on the tree With wasps at the core An the letters peppered out On an inkjet stream Spoken up in Highgate And seen in a dream All the hawthorn green Grows on regardless Nettle green eyes Sitting on the marshes Darkness is numbing Those silhouette stains Words shine bright Like stones in the rain Oh liquid on the lyrics Puddles on the poem Water in the words And no ones really knowing How I’m breathing Barely God it’s so scary But mamas here now So you know I won’t cry Baby don’t cry Baby don’t sigh
8.
Don’t know which way to go Without you The house is there The garden gate Even the roses I swear But the weight of nothing Is heavy and bare And the pain is deep and slow Because without you Don’t know which way to go Keep stepping out But the road looks so different now I have to stop and stare Because, because The house is there The garden gate Even the roses I swear And the pain is deep and slow Because without you Don’t know which way to go Don’t know which way to go Without you Should I fix the roof? Or mend the gate? The hinge is broke It’s getting late If the roses bloom If I paint the room If I sweep my life With a new, new broom What will I have to show? Because, because Without you Don’t know which way to go
9.
Tottenham 03:37
Often up in Tottenham Sitting there and watching Lily white boys and Nothing is forgotten Meet you at the platform Of Rectory Road You would have been wearing That thick black coat Two desperadoes On a train Remember Ruben The Hurricane Oh lovely piano And the lid’s not down Your voice when it sings All the warm lit sounds All the fry ups and All the tea in a flask Bruce Castle Park when Winters are dark Past Seven Sisters Under black sky Often your quiet I wouldn’t know why White Hart Lane Settled in blue seats Me, you and Lou and No clean sheets Crooners in the mist Trigger on their lips Driving back home to A 5 Live hiss When Saturday’s gone and As the sun sets Its Match of the Day And who we’ve got next Guess we’re all dreamers Searching some glories Tintin and Haddock Bedtime stories I see you in the stands I see you in my dream You watching me On the astro green Pacing the touchline Learning your lines In Coram Fields We came from behind Think I scored once You must have been proud I’m lying on the floor Looking at the clouds The Guinness in your glass At the old Bell and Hare The men all singing like Look Triggers’ here Give me one more tune Put me on your lap The bristles in your beard And your grey flat cap The whistle from you lips and The joy of a goal The pain of defeat As we drift out the road The rain in my sleep like Dew in the grass My green stick fracture Splits in my heart Sick notes on the harp Sting to my cheek Wet in the air so The river runs deep Oh lily white hair With dead sad eyes Rushing past us and I look to the sky My God it’s a lot Down at White Hart Lane Watching Tottenham with Songs in the rain
10.
Come home in the morning At the very end of night Lost our wages playing poker With the boys by candlelight Come home in the morning When the cats are drinking milk The thermostat is going on And my slip is made of silk Come home in the morning When the foxes sniff and glide By the seat of your pants And there’s nowhere left to hide Come home in the morning When the first birds sing Come home without warning But come home, come home in the morning
11.
How I saw you that day And I knew it was you From the flicker of your light And something else too Words wouldn’t know Glow sticks in your bones When I saw you that day At the top of your road Hi vis in your eyes And your skin Primrose lips Some sweet yellow thing A ladybird plug Bleeding out light After Pops passed I was scared of the night If you were a blackbird You’d sing lullabies Fly to the moon And watch the sunrise In the dead of the dark My dreams are all blue It needs a little song I need to hear you (Bridge) One day it wont be the same For a long time now, we enjoy the day I wrote those words, as just a little boy And never really knew what else I could say I’ve been thinking bout writing Writing bout thinking Dipping the ink in Eeking out something Nothings better Than all singing the same tune Moonlight dripping in my folks living room We were all lit up By the lamp and the moon Like the songs that were sung In my folks living room One winter night In a city called Leeds Outside a dance we’re Cold in the breeze I put a spell on you From your head to your feet So nothing can’t get you God its so deep We could rent a tile I’d hold you so tight A patterned out pool in Pastel blue light Swimsuit smiles and Steaming hot tea Slippered out feet To keep us cosy If I was a blackbird I’d follow your trail Blow in the wind and Watch your ship sail No broken wings We’ve got the same eyes Wet from the storm that Wrecked all the skies (Repeat Bridge) We were all lit up By the lamp and the moon Like the songs that were sung In my folks living room All the leaves on the tree Were all dancing in the air I looked at them close They all seemed to care They were all lit up By the lamp and the moon Like the songs that were sung In my folks living room

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Sixteen Sunsets are Jehane Markham and Hartley Lloyd Pack: mother and son; poet and writer.

This self titled album is art at its rawest and most true; music created collaboratively by family, friends, singers and musicians, inspired by the life – and death – of the late Roger Lloyd Pack.

Combining poetry and rap with blues, folk and soul, it proves that the energy of grief can be transformed into enduring works that reflect and challenge all that life can offer.

All profits will go towards Pancreatic Cancer UK.

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released January 23, 2016

Lyrics and Vocals: Hartley Lloyd Pack and Jehane Markham

Guest singers: Sam Lee, Janai, Trills, Louis Lloyd Pack, Natalie Rozario.

Musicians: Natalie Rozario, Keith Burstein, Michael Storey, Tom Vella, Richard Day, Patrick Naylor.

Produced by Richard Day and Tom Vella.

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Sixteen Sunsets are Jehane Markham and Hartley Lloyd Pack: mother and son; poet and writer.

Sixteen Sunsets are Jehane Markham and Hartley Lloyd Pack: mother and son; poet and writer.

This self titled album is art at its rawest and most true; music created collaboratively by family, friends, singers and musicians, inspired by the life – and death – of the late Roger Lloyd Pack.
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