Wicked

From the Mudville record Iris Nova. "Wicked" won the Electronica 2008 Independent Music Award for Best Song.

Here we go again No plots or wishing can stop it now that ragged march this spurious sin You smile the light of me ply the fight in me we fly at the sun, ghosts at our back What we call upon is wicked a carryover from some time long gone and every time we almost rated you bit the hand and it bit you back bit the hand and it bit you back What you want I got I pour it out till you drown for you I'm ground and like an anchor you drag me 'round And what's it gotten us a draw at naughts and crosses and bloody fingers for all I could have, it wounds more to doubt What we call it now is wicked just fence to mend and cross to bear to bury us in want is wicked you bit the hand and it bit you back bit the hand and it bit you back Over and over, bowling me over sleeping alone I shouldn't want you but damn my eyes I do

The Spanish Gypsy

From the Mudville album Iris Nova

All things journey sun and moon morning noon and afternoon All things journey sun and moon morning noon and afternoon Night and all her stars come and go, we go with them Dark the night, with breath all flowers and tender broken voice that fills with ravishment, the listening hours whisperings and wooings A joy too deep for day Dark the night yet is she bright

Blown

From the Mudville album The Glory of Man is Not in Vogue