SAD LOVERS & GIANTS

Epic garden music 1982

Imagination
Landslide
When I See You
Colourless Dream
Things We Never Did
Lost In a Moment
The Tightrope Touch
Echoplay
Clocktower Lodge
Clint
Lope
Cloud 9
Art (By Me)
Alice (Isn't Playing)
Far From the Sea

Feeding the flame 1983

1. Imagination

2. Cow Boys

3. 3 Lines

4. Big Tracks Little Tracks

5. On Another Day

6. Sleep (Is for Everyone)

7. Vendetta

8. Man of Straw

9. Close To The Sea

10. Strange Orchard

11. Burning Beaches

12. Your Skin And Mine

13. In Flux

In the breeze 1984

1 50:50

2 The Change

3 Interlude

4 Landslide

5 Echoplay

6 Sex Without Gravity

7 There Was No Time

8 Clint

9 Alice (Isn't Playing)

10 3 Lines

11 Imagination

The mirror test 1987

White russians
Take seven
Seven kinds of sin
Wire lawn
Summer and smoke
Cuckooland
Return to Clocktower lodge
The green years
House of clouds

Headland 1990
1. Godless Soul
2. Like Thieves
3. One Man's Hell
4. Restless
5. Alaska
6. It's Snowing
7. My Heart's On Fire
8. Life Will Kill Us

Treehouse poetry 1991
1. Toy Planes in a Southern Sky
2. Lizard King
3. Still Restless
4. Parachute of Love
5. Christmas on Easter Island
6. Criminally Sane
7. Jungle of Lies
8. The Sky is a Glove

Melting in the fullness of time 2002

1 A Daughter

2 German Car

3 Submarine Girl

4 I'm Not in Love

5 Learn

6 Melting in the Fullness of Time

7 Red Sky

8 Black Crow

Wire Lawn

You walk across a wire lawn Where bald men play electric croquet The sun is hard the sky is warm And when it rains they drift away You want to be one of them Making the wheels go round faster Putting the wrongs to rights Searching for ways to deceive Wonder struck fools such as me See how your heart turns to stone Wake up to winter alone The sun goes down it’s never late And in the sky it builds a castle A summer lawn as summer fades We batted last and saved the day It’s good to be wrong again Putting my pride back in plaster Singing the songs we like Searching for ways to decieve Wonder-struck fools such as me See how your heart turns to stone Wake up to winter alone

White Russians

Nobody understands our road to despair Nobody knows what doubts still haunt us Caught in the crossfire of some worldy affair Only the pale moonlight to guide us Who’d ever dream that there was power in these hands? Who’d ever know that we could fall? Counting our wealth by all the things we once had Blinded with pride our past is all White russians Playing chess with your black heart White russians Facing death to save their past Who really knows what future waits to be found? Who really knows this world at all? Riding the last train out of far away towns Who needs a cause worth fighting for?