Lost in music

 It was all just a little bit too good to be true

All you ever wanted was a bit of attention

The hawkers were out there

Selling tickets to the show

And you needed someone to hold your hand

I saw two horses dancing in the field

And the white horses roll on the ocean

And I don't know which I would rather be

Coming in land with a thousand others

Or just stuck with one single lover

No one is truly free, why would you want to be

Freedom means unbearable loneliness

And  that is no fun

But it is that versus responsibility of family

And duty and honour of marital service

Do what your body is designed for

There's an intellectual struggle for the woman in society

What does it mean to go against nature, God's will

It means the destruction of the world

Recycling Eve

After the book club

I went to the pub

But alone there's the rub

Compared to the bookish affair

It was like a lonely men appreciation society

There were men whose wives were on holiday

Men who'd been single most of their lives

Men with families who go there to mingle

Men who go there just to feel alive

And me why did I go to the open mic night?

Just to listen to the music and enjoy a pint

I had a pizza as well and it was a good evening

Not every night can be the night of your life

And I sort of went because I was talking to you

And you left to go home and I took my cue

Maybe a woman needs a home and a family

maybe a man does too, there's the tragedy

because they've got to be in love or have respect

for each other, I don't have anything else to report

the pub is place to share a table with a friend

When you find men and women cannot truly do that

That they really see each other as sport

Then I'd rather get lost in the music of men

Who are missing their loved ones

Than have be with the one who has torn my world apart

After I offered her sympathy and an already damaged heart

To have it thrown out like the garbage into the dustcart

I remember it's recycling day today

And I haven't put mine out yet 

Over and over

 Sperm in Alium

Know my onions

In the union partnered

Hares on the back of my neck

Leverets on my shoulder

Dogs at my behind

And hounds rolling over

Where can I find

Some peace of mind

While I grow older?

It should be easier

Than being a soldier

But nothing seems to come

Down the river but boulders

Tumbling trying to crush me

And I have to be Atlas

To lift the weight of the world

It's not all bad, it's just the heart

If not for the love of a girl

But That is just foolish art

Dragon busters

 Lend me your ears

I need better hearing

I've got the ear wax blues

I'm hard of shearing

My sheep has been sold

My fleece it is flying

My niece has been bold

She's shera sighing

Into the flannel folds

Of flanders the soldiers go

Hiring steadfast gastropods

To carry Oedipus crying

Eyes like a waterfall

Footfall treading 

Gently on mountainsides

Cursed yet beguiling

Nonchalantly staring

Into the abyss

Caring not whether it's a hit or a miss

As Achilles goes down at the heel

Down in the mouth is Agamemnon

The Scylla talks too loud

Patroclus is yet smiling

and whiling away hours

The centaur sleeps in his cave

The minotaur has a headache

Stuck in his own maze

Theseus is climbing the stairs to save

Rapunzel who got stuck there on

A Greek holiday

It's all a basket case of bread

From better days

But my ear it is listening

To stories

From ear on ear

 I've gone stone deaf

My ear is cold meth

A frozen breath

On a winter morning

I'm a little late borning

The lambs hate fawning

It's a little trait warning

In a sky of blue

Coinciding with my new smoking

It's a box to put a joke in

And forget about until it

Surprises you later

Give it up now

Have you gone deaf to 

Your own common sense?

Inner voice

Designer love

 Give me designer love

Cut to fit me like a glove 

no tearing seams

No fraying themes

That lead me down

The wrong cat walks

Displaying like a clown

My crown of dreams

Give me designer love

That I can wear and hold around me

But the wind has blown my cloak off

I've been the standing joke of

The town, the clown

Who cared for one unshared

By one

Or two or none

I've come full circle

In the whirlwind

Of chance

And ended up in France

With finance

but no fine romance

Only cattle fed

Catastrophe

But I'll let that be

Because designer love is not for me

I don't need her anymore

 I don't need her anymore

She was the ghost next door

I don't need her anymore

I've got the sky

I don't need to make a fly

Find out if it can die

I don't need to be that guy

Who squashes the poor

What is there anyway

But a little bit of fibre to say

I don't need her anymore

I've got my shoes

I don't need her anymore

I can walk across the floor  

over fields of corn feeling the blues

There's no tree to say goodbye to the sun as

it leaves the sky

I don't need them anymore

I've got their leaves

I've got the shadow on the hill

I've got the wind that blows so chill

I don't need her anymore I've got my guy

I've myself and he's got me

I've got his back and we are free

I don't need them anymore to lecture me

I don't need her crafty ways 

nor her knickers or her braids

I don't need them anymore, I've got me

I've got windmills turning round

Let's me know the storm has come to town

I don't need her anymore I've got the fields

And the fields are very pretty

Oh the fields are very good

I don't need her anymore, I've got me

There's the shadow on the hill of trees

So green and still

I don't need her anymore, I've got the trees

I don't need her silly games

And the way she chases flames

I don't need her anymore 

I've got me

I've got all I could wish for from the sky

But it's a bore

I don't need her anymore

I am free

I've got king arthur's cakes a burning

I've got Jerusalem's sheiks a turning

I've got India that's returning for the summer

I've got Noel Coward plays

I've got all of this charade

I don't need her anymore

I am made

I need not be so weak

And turn the other cheek

I don't need to stand and speak 

on a platform neither

It's all the sudden geek

In the keys of Melanie streak

Who strikes the vulnerable meek

I've got platters

And the powder on her cheek 

and the lines when she does speak

I don't need her anymore

I've got the ivy

I've got the storm clouds coming in

I've got the darkness before it begins

I don't need her cheeky grin

I've got the maple leaves

I don't need the high expense

Of sitting on her fence

And waiting for her to kiss me

I've been waiting there so long

That I must surely have gone wrong

And I've written many songs

About my labours

It's not easy to confess

When your life is such a mess

You have to grit your teeth and guess

What the right move will be

Do you shake your head and sigh

And look up into the sky

For the there might be a fly

who's coming over

There are ferns and there are thistles

There are green leaves and penny whistles

There are country roads that I can walk down

And I hold no man to account

For the costs will ever mount

And I am the one to blame

For all my misdeeds

But if I shamed her or me

In any way or shape that might be

I say forgive me,

Oh forgive me

I did it because I was blue

Because I wanted to be loved too

By the beauty that I saw shining before me

It was fair, but I was square

I have no care for her auburn hair

Or her eyes that that seem like dark coals

Burning for me

It was to get lost in the charm

That was her ghost

Yes she left me by the post

But she still lingers

I wondered if I was wrong

To have fallen in love with my own song

But I can't be anything but strong

While she is missing

My ever guiding star

The way she parked her car

And I thought that it was

Somehow an invite to me

I tried to send her many letters

Explaining how I would get better

by the time she cut her fetters

And fell close to me

But I'll be waiting on a dream

For that is a movie scene

And it never plays out

In this reality

There are fantasies and dreams

and causalities and streams

of consciousness that mean

You have to leave her

For it'll never do you any good

To try and be like Robinhood

And rob the rich to feed the wood

That's full of poor men

If I try to be like him

Well we know who's going to win

I have to just be like me and suffer

The consequences

We're all inside our own sweet heads

Well this is life

And we're not dead

It's just a point in time instead

While the river is still flowing