The Dust Sailor Songtext
von And Also the Trees

I am the dust sailor
Drifting deep on the southern breeze
I smell the cold wellsinking sea
Float down through the mirage heat
To the south with me

I comb my way down beaches
To the Dead Sea dry town
In the grey stems, through the reefer haze you call
With a smoke that pirouettes down harbour streets
To the dust track dawn


I am the dust sailor
Drifting down through the south to you
I wander through the shuttered rooms
Down every ravine street
To the south to you

I sail the singing silence of the desert
Singing moons
I cannot hold you in my mummypainted arms
You are the smell of oranges
And distant bells on the dust track morn

I am the dust sailor
Lying deep in the mirage view
I sleep with you, I wake with you
Down neath the golden scar of the southern moon

I see a day that stretches like a secret unknown
From the bull′s blood in the heart of the noose end
To the cockerel's crowing eyes from high blue dreams
To the dust track dawn