I'm not yours

 G I'm not yours and you're not mine

Em I'm nobody's tall glass of wine

Am I'm not yours and you're not mine

D I'm nobody's G glass of wine

G Drink me down, or drink me up

Em I can be crown or be cup

Am All alone in the sweet sunshine

D I'm not yours and  G you're not mine

G I have meanings beyond my leanings

Em They are nothing but too much gleaning

Am How about your dreams and mine?

D I'm not yours and G you're not mine

G What is it? It doesn't matter

Em We're just here in a world of clatter

Am I should leave you far behind

D Because I'm not yours G and you're not mine

G We're all on this earth together

Em But Should I find you a feather

Am We're the same, we're of a kind

D But I'm not yours and G you're not mine

 G Kindred spirits flame and burn

Em Like a candle always turns

Am I should find a new leaf in time

D Because I'm not yours and

G You're not mine

An artist

 I sometimes wish I were an artist

Then I'd paint the sky's pinks and blues

And the trees fading into the houses

Like emerald in Ruby hues

And if I were an artist

I'd love the colours

They'd light up my brain

And every neuron

Would be firing

And I'd never feel any pain

If I were an artist like you

Picture town

 Do you live in picture town

Is it picture perfect too?

I wish I lived in picture town

In picture town like

you

All the shining ornaments

All the bridges too

(All go arching

Over the river)

I wish I lived in picture town

In picture town like you

Paint me a picture

You're an artist

I hear, is it true?

Oh paint me a picture of

Picture town

Of picture town and you

Coconut shy

 I've seen a tomato blush 

At a salad dressing

I've seen a courgette rush

At a cucumber at a wedding

I've seen a squash yellow

Too afraid to join his pals and die

But I've never seen,

No I've never seen

I've never seen a coconut shy

I've seen a coconut jump from 

A burning building and run right through

The flames

I've seen a coconut get milked

by an unknown maid

I've seen a coconut on stage

Oh a coconut just loves the fame

Yeah I've never seen a coconut shy

I've seen a a pineapple go quiet

When there's many an apple on the cart

I've seen a banana stripped

down and slide about the room

I've seen a star fruit go red as the 

Stars and the moon

But no, no, no

I've never seen a coconut shy

I've seen a cabbage green

About to go into war

I've seen a brocoli preen itself

Like a blackbird that soars

I've a daffodil yellow

Like a sunset mellow

All in the sky

But I've never seen

Never seen a coconut shy

Where are you looking?

Oh where do you think it'll hide?

I've never been a pokin

Around a palm tree, but I wish that

I'd have tried

I sure would like to meet one

Oh perhaps I'll go on a date

But I've seen the figure of a fig

But I ain't never got it ate

I've seen a melon so juicy

I've seen a carrot kinda small

I've seen many things you can think of

Oh I probably have seen 'em all

But there's one that i've just gotta

Hold my head back and cry

No I ain't, no I ain't

I ain't never seen a coconut shy

I never seen a coconut shy child

I never seen a coconut shy

I've seen an orange in a tangle

Making people cry

Oh they're always on their worst behaviour

They never once ask why

But no it ain't no use now

I ain't never seen a coconut shy

You can tell it to shut up

You can tell it a hushaby

But there's nothing like a quiet nut

Not I ain't seen a coconut shy

No thing but, they're a very very loud nut

Ah I've seen almost everything

But I've never seen a coconut shy

Oh yes I've seen almost everything

But I've never seen a coconut shy

Oh I like to walk through the flowers

Maybe some kind of prize

If you could find the powers of a

a coconut in the sky

But I don't want to make a big deal

Just About the way that I do feel

I'm never gonna say oh why, oh why

I've never seen a coconut shy

When I needed help

 When I needed help you were there,

you were there

When I needed help you were there

I've been all over town

Looking for my crown

But when I saw you

I knew I needn't wear

With a tear on my cheek, I was meek,

I was meek

With a tear on my cheek I was meek

When I let down my drawbridge

You rode right in 

And I knew I needn't care

When I needed help, you were there

You were there

When I needed help you were there

Was it equal?, I don't know

Those kind of things don't show

All I know is 

When I needed help

You were there

Amulet

 It was all such a swirl

Of boys and girls

And people and thinking

And blood

It was all I could do

To dance in my shoe and

Try not to slip in the mud

But the music were great

Oh the band they were late

Late on the beat to arrive

But

I liked the rhythm

And the beats they were swinging

And the Jazz it flowed into the night

But she was a sleeper

Because of that a keeper

I know

I'd love her to be mine

But she's a big weeper

I mean my eyes not she

Per every salted wounded 

slug on the line

I'm a great loser

In love I'm a bruiser

I come up black and blue 

All the time

But at least when I dance

I have half a chance of

Having fun

While I'm in my prime 

A Ruminating cowboy

 Like a ruminating cowboy

Chewing the cud in the mud

Along with his cows

Thinking thoughts he can't even understand

All alone on the prairie land

With his thoughts running through his fingers like sand

Like a ruminating cowboy

In a battle with his cattle

Talking prittle prattle

To a rancherman 

Leaning on a fence post on the rancher's land

Considering the lily in the waterhole

Where he washes his hands

Like a ruminating cowboy

Holding tight to the ponderous thoughts

Going through his mind

Like a lasso bind

Lassoing up the strays like

Shooting manta rays he could find

Or something along those lines

Like a ruminating cowboy

Overthinking the stinking lot

That is his life, doesn't help him a lot

If he loses the plot or his mind

Like a ruminating cowboy

I think therefore I am

Or I am therefore I think, I'm in a bind

If I cogitate will I find

I'm not really the cowboy kind?

Like a ruminating cowboy

Contemplating the clover

And the tobacco in his grind

Rolling up a fag of the inexpensive kind

Debating fate over the Indian wines

Deliberating with the snakes on

The Texas New Mexico lines

Like a Ruminating cowboy

Mulling over a mule

Eyeing up a steer for to

stir in the stew

Meditating the meat

Wrestling with the rodeo

In his rawhide seat

Rolling up and wracking up

And turning over in his sleep

All the herds that ever heard

Him rolling in the deep

Like a ruminating cowboy