Everything is new
Every
everything
everything is new
I cried everything
everything is new
I
loved Anthony’s Scott Nina infused warble croon the moment I heard it coiling
around Old Whore’s Diet, the closing
track to the Rufus masterpiece Want.
A serendipitous conversation with my friend Mike led me to I Am a Bird Now and a new love affair and greed for every recorded
morsel was born. Antony’s ethereal transitioning otherness lit a fire that has
burned since.
Calling; calling me
Holding, holding me
Loving, loving me.
everything is new
I cried everything
everything is new
I
first saw him perform at The Empire Music Hall in Belfast on the 3rd July 2005 with
Mike at my side. The theatre was modest and we sat just a few feet away at a small
round table lit with candles as the voice stirred deep silt from the soul
mining depths. There was nothing contrived just a raw honesty and a desire to
hold him close. At the end of the show a lady in her sixties with a tear
stained face thrust a packet of chocolate rolos into his hand and said she
loved him. I left wishing I’d had the courage to do the same.
8
years later on the 26 July 2013 I sat with my friend Jim by my side. The lights
dimmed and the voice once more resonated in the darkness, eyes are falling,
lips are falling, hair is falling to the ground, slowly, softly, falling,
falling...
The
Rapture
In darkness I was transported, transfixed and
transitioned and to my delight Doreen was with me. I felt her course through my veins bringing oxygen to my starved
muscles. And with each song her energy grew as tears ebbed from my eyes. I felt
at home, safe and in another world. I imagined her sitting at the table in the
kitchen with a cigarette and a cup tea, reading the paper.
Another World
I'm gonna miss the sea
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sun
I miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all
I need another place
Will there be peace
I need another world
Anthony talking about the Swanlights show
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sun
I miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all
I need another place
Will there be peace
I need another world
Anthony talking about the Swanlights show
Laser
light bleeding finger tip cosmos
Yearning
strings; voice spiral transitionCalling; calling me
Holding, holding me
Loving, loving me.
The Crying Light
Let I
Shy cry
Under the light
Let I
Cry sight
A child at night
I can
Have courage
To receive your love
Shy cry
Under the light
Let I
Cry sight
A child at night
I can
Have courage
To receive your love
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