Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop

Sinking and slipping
Crying and flying
Singing out the days

Laughing and kissing
Loving and missing
Losing all our ways

Ready and steady
Simple and sensual
Elemental

I’m falling I’m flying
Living and dying
I’m slipping slowly
Sliding, gliding
Drifting close to you
Waking and sleeping
Tripping out
Passing by
Moving on
Looking up. Feeling free
Letting go again

We’re the harvest breed
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
Born to fly higher
Go faster
Burn brighter
Flicker and spit
And disappear
Yes, we’re the harvest breed

She’s my mother, my brother
She’s my sister, my lover
She’s my breed.
She’s my creed
What I need when I need it
She’s there for me
She cares for me
She dares to share she pays her fare
And mine. Yes she does.
She’s my breed.

My harvest
My hardest
My headrest
Best-dressed success
We mess and guess successfully
Endlessly, restlessly.

We stoop together
Touch and tangle
Tickle and tease
We breed, with seed

I find a friend
Kiss her flower that bends
Towards me
The flower that bends away

And this could be the end
This could be the bend
In the track. This could be our terminal
This could be our station. Our stop.
The message you send
The time you take
Mistakes you make
The apologies accepted
The gentlest profanities
Irregularities
The plants we left neglected
The things we left unpacked
A tap dripping in the sink under the stairs
A pack of cards just in case
The crashing tide of innocence
The simple soul-warming memories
The idle chatter clattering across a waiting room floor
Discourse on the concourse
Familiar hugs
The creaking wardrobe door
The colour of your skin at night
The laughter in the hall that might
Be you. Coming home?
Or the neighbour drunk again.
With some sad cavalcade of strangers she calls friends

The more company she keeps
The more company she seeks
The louder her laugh
The sadder her sigh
The more she has, the more she needs
The more she drinks the more she bleeds
She’s just another mouth to feed
Another of the harvest breed.

We’re the harvest breed
Born to live
Born to die
Born to ride
Born to fly higher
Go faster
Burn brighter
Flicker and spit
And disappear
Yes, we’re the harvest breed

Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop
Doo roo n’doo doop

Mike Benson