Words and poems

Katrina - portrait and link to video of 'Melanie'

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Poppies photo and link to 'That Kind of Thing' Video

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You can't Eat Money

Only when the rivers run poison
Only when the birds have flown
When the oceans are void of life
When we've lost all we've known

Will man at last realise
You can't eat money

Only when the air is unfit to breathe
In a world where nothing grows
Wind blows away the desert
Only when you are alone
Will man at last realise
You can't eat money

If I take you back in time
Will you really change your mind
I wish we had another chance

Always too late
Who seals your fate

© Katrina Slack

Burning sky

Everyone is talking
But I don't hear
Want to break down the miles
Like a flame in the desert
Burning the sky

I want to sleep
To lie awake
I'm waiting for you
In the Autumn rain

I would do anything for another day with you
I'd travel continents just to be with you

I'm all alone now
Feels like forever
Chasing the tides
Like a thief
With a treasure
Travelling through time

How do I know
Dreams of the future
Are not your thoughts of the past
In the frozen city
With the fierce fires
Shadows they cast

© Katrina Slack

Snow on Poison Ground

The eagle has finally fallen
The scarecrow is out in the rain
Take a look at what you've stolen
And who'll be there
To take the blame

I can only stare in disbelief
You cover up what you see
Like snow on poison ground
Like snow on poison ground
You'll be gone way before
The snow thaw
The snow thaw
Waiting for a quiet storm

Angel she has fallen
Trying to find the promised land
But her jewels they
They are all broken
She's weighed down
By what she's found

I can only stare in disbelief
You cover up what you see
Like snow on poison ground
Like snow on poison ground
You'll be gone way before
The snow thaw
The snow thaw
Waiting for a quiet storm

© Katrina Slack 1992

Prisoner

Here's to the unicorn
To the magic horn
The beast who's gone
The flightless one
The hunting bird
Unheard words
Too shy today
To the Island hideaway
Here's to the fire fly
The reason why
The unwoken tribe
The unspoken bribe
Silent Alibi

The Prisoner
Not her
She's not here

Here's to the Aral Sea
To you and me
Things we believe
The cool clear breeze
To the shallow streams
To what it means
For us today
In our hideaway
Here's to the rhino
Crying river flows
Do we really know
What it is to be free

If you get out of here
How far can you go
High in the fields made of gold
So high

© Katrina Slack 1994