Requiem for Santa

 Santa in Chelsea

Hosanna  in Chelsea

Johanna in Chelsea

In Chelsea, in Chelsea

Johanna

In ex sellers markets

In Chelsea

Ho ho Santa in Chelsea

Dominic in Chelsea

in excess sales see 

Ho ho Santa in Chelsea

Eerie Nelson 26th Dec 2017

Finding the soul music
In the back corner of tomorrow
In the leafless turning tide of sorrow

Finding my soul at the top of Windmill Hill
There the wind blows out the plans
Of Wedding bands
And rolling rings across dance room floors
Where we once stepped
But now I regret

The loss of missing you
The unwise flash of anger
That cuts our bonds of love
And I have nothing left to say
Just yet

We walking the fields
And valleys blue
And under the skies
Of aging youth
Holding on to you

The lilting sun
In a lifeless sky
The penny dropped but I still ask why
And I have nothing much to say
Except I regret

That's just the story of my life

 I was once a noble man

Always knew where to stand

and when to bow

I never drew the curtain

On a willing crowd

I held all things in tension

Like a heavy rain cloud

But then the dam just burst

I thought I must be cursed

And rotten hardships brought me down

In all forgetting palimpsests

I wrote my sermons paid my lips

Service to the lord's pearly crown

Still I never seemed to fit

But never wanted to quit

But that's the story of my life

I've loved so many women

And with each thought I were winning

Only to find I'd lost the prize

I never saw it as a test 

Only felt it would be best

to summarise

And did they tell or show me mercy

Well they certainly gave me curfews

That I had to keep in time

But I never could follow their virtues

I always slipped out when they turned the screws

I never could walk their lines

But that's just the story of my life

The long way round

 I wanted a walk and I wanted a talk

But a friend just could not be found

So I practised the lean art of the mean

And I took the long way round

Well I longed for a song

To be weak not strong

I longed not to be ground into the ground

I cried I'm a man not machine

And the trees all looked green

And I took the long way round

It's not much

 You know I'm not asking for much am I?

I'm not asking for England's crown

I'm just asking for a little pitch

Down on the green and the brown

I'm not asking for much am I?

I'm just asking to live

In a place I don't need to pay the earth for

Just to buy a round in the pub

On my own ground

Is it hallowed well, what on earth for?

I mean I know it's owned

He sadly frowned

But what if mirth was worth

The dearth of laughter

That you could hope for

But never expound

She Shanty

 While singing sailors sang

The sanguine signs of Sam

Who's on a Samsung ship

Who's paying with his lip

The service of the seas

Slip ship, slip,

shibboleths and fifths 

In harmonies of seven heavens

On the lonesome seas

So down to the lowlands

the lady of the lake stands

Upon the water's fake glands

And shakes hands 

With Jesus

She is such a shanty or a Canty Katy

Pantry of Pandas

Alexander of Anders in the Andes

She is showing, 

shining the showers

Of golden lining

No silverware is whining

To be polished by the sea

But the shore is sibilant

shibboleths

of batholiths

and will-o-the-wisps

of fairy kisses

foot idioms

 be back on your feet

land on your feet

get your feet wet

get a/your foot in the door

get off on the right/wrong foot

have a foot in both camps

have feet of clay

have one foot in the grave

have/keep your feet on the ground

my foot

 More idioms

not put a foot wrong

put your foot down

put your foot in it

hardly/barely put one foot in front of the other

rush/run sb off their feet

set foot in somewhere

under your feet