by first line

All I remember from earlier days

All of London sweats in a haze of diesel

At 21 we had the script by heart

Between birdsong and dawn

beyond the rowan

Courage, friends, the devil is dead

Death, you is my woman now

Go flaccidly amid the soil and waste

Helga's Chickens take the floor

High on the wall, a leather cap. The kind

How pleasant to know Dave McClure

I cannot grieve for newly shattered crockery

I liked the lad. He always had a smile

I shall return alone and let the tide

If you avoid the singular in letters

I'm the Consequential Prophet and my following is growing

It was raining in the hall

Kirstie spoke your final words

Leigh Hunt (God rest his overprecious soul)

Let no-one hurt peaceloving folk

lightly and lightly adorned in a ripple of never

Long ago upon a hilltop (let me finish then I will stop)

Make the best of Hogmanay

Mohammed al Suwaidi's cup of tea

Nathaniel thought the way ahead

No crash, no broken glass, no injury

On a fine Spring Sunday I walked the way

One of the Beer Bar crowd was blind from birth

Only the call of a costermonger

our voices know each other in a tongue

She died on Castle Hill, and Davie knew

Some favour finest muslin, others silk

speak of fables turning around

Still they come, the lemon-scented

The chorus gave the Hymn of Joy

The planets are irrelevant. We're talking about life

There is a fardle in her face

There is a formula for life, a bill

There is a stone of no importance. Grey

There will be time to take your hand, one day

These are the empty roads with barren fields

Thon wiz a magic evenin aff

Three gallus brithers hit the toon

To hell with David Hume, Immanuel Kant

We are the resurrection of the dead

We could be happy now (and if you are

We cycled on the water. No-one thought

Will no-one spare a thought for Neil

You poked me with your naked toe and said "Is that alive?

You shamble through the garden, cast an eye