Alex Searle

Alex Searle Poems

Midnight in Slumberland, where still waters run deep
We dream of a million voices, permanently asleep

Midday in townsville, joe soap works there
...

Stars twinkle to the lights, in the distance
The lovers' eyes meet across the floor, just another godly instance
I can't recall a better time;
On top of the world in a relish of applause
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Take me up, don't let me down
I've been waiting for that awesome sound
Strap me in, and lead the way
See my vapour trail on the freeway
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4.

If I were to step any further
Into your tomb, your fervour
On the cusp of eternal abyss
For one midnight kiss
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I was lost and left on the plain
The eagles singing my name
And underneath the marble sky
Another soul waiting to die
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I see the skulls on the desert plain
I hear the vultures sing my name
Deaf to the screams and blind to the scenes
I'm lost without a hope or means
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There's an addictive self pity
That creeps in
When the night
Cuts cold
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Don't look back to the avenues of stone
Don't look forward to a life alone
Now I know I know the rough tide's gotten you down
So I'll be a shoulder, I'll be the one
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She sells sea shells on the shore
All day, and all night; love was right
A thousand times a day
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You look at the wide world
Where strong nations rule
We often forget, it all begins at school
Little leaders playing little games;
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Alex Searle Biography

Primarily a musican and actor, I've always had a strong passion for English literature. Most of the stuff posted here is lyrics from songs I've written. Enjoy!)

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Today And Tomorrow

Midnight in Slumberland, where still waters run deep
We dream of a million voices, permanently asleep

Midday in townsville, joe soap works there
A place where the truth is changed, and ignorance fills the air

One day, we'll wake up
And tomorrow we'll be free
No Iron Curtains, no iron fists
Just you and me

Midnight in a recap, ambitions lie in the head
But the freedom of speech is an ideal long now dead

Meanwhile in the back streets, injustice through the arm's law
Sowing the seeds of a bloody civil war

And if imagination can take you, to some place you'd rather be;
We'd be living on the edge of the world, life in reality
Forget about watchful eyes, and rooms tortured of souls
O Brother, if there is hope, it lies in the proles!

Only if we lose all our dreams,
Then is power the end, not a means

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