The Witch of Savernaky

I was out one day in Savernaky
Hunting there for 'shrooms
When I came across a fair young maid
a-riding on her broom

She smiled at me with her comely face
And said young man take heed
I'm a witchy witch in Savernaky
The last of a dying breed

I've got spells galore, all the charms you desire
I've a potion here I'll pour
With a root that'll set your loins on fire
And a herb so you'll never tire.

We witchy witches of Savernaky
We are such a dying breed
That I need a child and I like your look
I intend to make you my steed

She pushed me down and I fell to the ground
And she jumped upon her steed
And she rode me hard and she rode me well
And I was very pleased indeed.

Now the years gone by
and my babe doth cry
In the heart of the Savernaky
Shes a bright wee babe from the witch in the glade
Shes a little witchy witch baby

Te recuerdo Victor- en el 40 aniversario del golpe en Chile 11.09.2013

Te recuerdo Victor
La calle mojada
tanta sangre derramada
tanta gente asesinada

porque porque porque?

fascistas asesinos
cuerpos amontonados
el miedo y la esperanza
los soldados enloquecidos...

Tu teatro callado
Tu musica silenciado
Tus manos destrozadas
las balas en tu cuerpo

porque porque porque?

Te recuerdo Victor Jara,
tus palabras siguen vivas
cantando tus canciones
con voces que nunca callan y nunca, nunca olvidan

I lost my love at Nineveh

I lost my love at Nineveh

Enshrouded by light stood Nineveh
Tall and towering in mighty fire
Joyous and well her great lord led
Yet no more does it crave desire
(all was quenched when blood was shed)

Citadel of dreams was Ninua
Home of beloved Artemis was she
Bright were her streets with gentle mirth
Land of my lover with whom I dream
(her blood now mingles with the earth)

A conspiracy of 3 came down on her
For her brightness brought forth jealousy
Cyaxares Nabopolassar and God came close
Joining to end her destiny
(little remains of my once gracious host)
Fire a fire burns therein
It burns with brightness long erased
It burns for Ninevehs fallen men
It burns in memory of her days
(It burns for my lover my stolen gem)

My love died with Ninua
Consumed by her eternal flame
Raised to the ground by furious hands
As Ninuas warriors she too was slain
(Love and capital buried in sand)

Nineveh was always city of light
Paregoric stronghold now causing pain
Death destruction within your walls
You are lost but I conserve your name
(My wounds grieve no more my lover calls)

Roble de la Sierra

Un roble angustiado abre sus brazos en vano hacia el cielo azul de Madrid La sierra aqui no olvida, sin perdon Llamas sin cesar Ardiendo en el corazon Quien contestara' al roble? Quien escucha susurros en el viento? Arido en la sequia eterna del verano Resplendor invernal decorado por nieves audaces Intocables, nos penetran sus raices.

Ode to a bird

Ode to a bird Marjory, we stopped, But an eagle you were definitely not. We could not leave you there alone, So we picked you up and took you home. The vet said you would be ok and live to fly again someday. Pleasant peasant pheasant, all three You raised lots of laughs for mami and papi Farewell to you, dear Marjory Your forever in this family's rich history

Genowewa

Genowewa

Thread and needle
needle and thread
keep us safe
strike our enemies dead

Sewing, sewing always sewing
when will the thyme come to reap?
Sewing, sewing, steppes of cloth
Stepping out of line from the Russians wrath

Thread and needle
Needle and thread
Rosehip tea and scavenged bread

Sewing sewing always sewing
no time to stop, no time to weep
Sewing sewing, growing hope
Sewing the way for me to cope

Needle and thread
thread and need
turning honey into mead

Thread to follow through the maze of life
Needle that pierces our pain and strife
Thread and Need
Needle tread
walk for miles
so many dead

Threadbare but sewing
sewing still
sewing healthy, sewing ill
Matchstick legs and needle fingers
life still here, life that lingers

Thread and needle
needle and three
walking West
to hope, to liberty.

AKIMEL O'ODHAM

Akimel O'odham

Crossing the Maricopa line
Feeling like its all a lie
The buckeyes grin
Take it on the chin
Don’t even question why

Pima county here I come
Not too sure if I'm the one
The sign in town says no solicitin'
But you go diving in


Salt River sings
Look what deadwood river brings
You find your roots with saguaro fruits
Coyote rides on in

I don’t know, don’t understand
How could they be underhand
You’d be amazed by
The Man in the maze
To see that we’re all lost like that man


This song was born of a dream- I wasnt even sure where Maricopa was or indeed if it existed until I looked it up, but it was clearly meant to be. It is dedicated to all First Nations people in the Americas who still suffer from discrimination and misunderstanding.
The Akimel O'Odham people were called the Pima by the first settlers- 'Pima' means 'I dont understand' and is deeply symbolic of the multiplicity of misunderstandings between First Nations and Colonisers.