Bound, bound to a boulder
made of gold and silver
Scrape, scraping on the old stone
steps of the winding stairwell
I am the ghost of the bloomfield road
walking backwards slowly so
I will remember the way that I came
a strange reflection on the windowpanes
Born, born all over
clad in nettle and clover
And full, full of the wildness
of love at it’s brightest
Well I am a father now, god help us all
I said to myself as I held him
and waited to find out if you were alive
every minute a lifetime
Yes I am the ghost of the bloomfield road
walking backwards slowly so
I will remember the way that I came
a strange reflection on the windowpanes
Other lyrics by Joshua Burnside:
Climb The Tower
Climb the tower, smell the flowers when the rain showers, come over the hill If you’re coming down, I’ll be around Will you be my friend, till the very end? Would you …
Ghost of the Bloomfield Road
Bound, bound to a boulder made of gold and silver Scrape, scraping on the old stone steps of the winding stairwell I am the ghost of the bloomfield road walking backwards …
Good For One Thing
Baptised, civilised, open your eyes your shiny brogues aren’t foolin’ anyone Step right up, step right up you’re horror hungry that’s the truth We’ve the malformed, the …
In The Silence Of
Easy stillness in getting seagull swim on top oh my darling Aesop all in my head, do not rest until In the silence of my mother’s voice In the silence of my mother’s …
Marching Round The Ladies
Marching round the ladies, marching round the shore, marching round the ladies as you have done before In and out of windows, in and out the door, in and out of windows …