Here’s the pell for my tribute to a dead friend that I constructed around Khidir’s “explosions”.
Its as dry as a nun’s proverbial, oh and sorry for the odd click at the end of a phrase; I’ve been experimenting with a live limiter and I can’t undo on this occasion. The mixed track and explanation can be found here.
Here’s the words;

I hold on to my ticket
I took the last train out of town
a south wind is a blowing
jacaranda flowers on the ground
I have no way of knowing
if I’m lost or if I’m found
when I think of you, I’m holding
my heart begins to pound

But why?
have I lost such such sight of things
(it lays across me darkened every chance this time of year)
I could of tried
to return the hope you bring
instead I built these walls around me
with those voices that I hear

As the train rolls into Sydney
decorations scattered round
Will you be there down to meet me
with a coat and rubber van?
With my daughter there
to greet me
with the lovn that shes found
Could we a start a new beginning
above the voice of Christmas sound?

But why?
Can’t I keep this love around
Your arms were always open
I could hardly hear the sound
of your heart
as it beats in tears of hoping
I’ll be coming home for Christmas darling

I knock upon that door
that I’d painted years before
but the latch is all now broken
you’ve moved out there years ago
I walk down the hall I’m choking
past the babys room I’m hoping
I’ll reach a fireplace burning
and hear laughs of Christmas yearning

But why?
Can’t I shake this black dog churning
I have lost so much
I’m learning
since your pages have been turning

Oh My
I’m coming home for Christmas baby whoa
I’m coming home for Christmas baby uhmm
Coming home for Christmas baby



I write your name up in the sky
throw my bottle back to Hades
hang away that mourning suit now darling

crash and burn that black Mercedes!
Cause I’m not coming home
for Christmas this time Baby


And if you think that life is kinda strange
well the afterworld is so much crazy!
Throw a way our wedding rings
my time is here and getting hazy

what kind of fiends you keep?
don’t you cry our little girl to sleep
Its time to move along now pretty lady

I’ve been to places that I’ve seen before
I even knocked too loud on scomber’s door
who told me that our friends forgave me
Now I hope that god will save me
But I haven’t seen him lately
(have you seen him lately?)

RIP Andre