Birds of tomorrow

 Like birds of tomorrow

We fly apart

But together we tether

The wings of the heart

Needing no reason

Than the sky to depart

Like birds of tomorrow we fly apart 

Lady

I woke up and found myself listening to Top of the Pops

1986, Chris De Burgh was singing

Lady in Red

I love you 

But the walls of peace are falling down

I love you, but this is such a very

very small town

I cannot say you're my lady

Because you're somebody

else's instead

I love you,

You've made me crazy

You were my lady in Red

I've never seen you looking so lovely

As you do everyday

I want to turn to you and say

You are amazing

It's hard for me to stand by

And see you with some other guy

It's like a twist in my heart

You've tortured me apart

I was your patsy

In the assassination of your past life

You needed an assassin

Someone to blame your love on

And it either was going to blow you apart

Or it was going to make more strong

Well you're a woman, that's your love song

It just turned you more into you all along

You're like a folded samurai blade

In the heat is where your strength is made

And what am I but the turner, the swordsmith

The one who loved you but can never carry you with

Him 

On your eternal motorcade

You are amazing

But I can't worship at your feet

As I suffer my defeat

Though I may have to retreat

From your campaign

You've signed the order

Brought the law forward, 

Sealed

The border

And I'm stuck in Mexico city

 on the train

going south

Over the Sierra Nevada

So I've never seen you looking so lovely

As you did that night

But you're like a mountain

Going out of sight

My lady in red

But the bumblebee's flight

Has ended now

Miami Mallet

 Miami Mallet

It's no Ballot

They've taken the tickets for the free Chalet

The heat hits you like an iron hammer

The street greets you, you start to stammer

Miami Mallet, Miami Mallet

I can't hardly stand it

Gotta get me out of this inferno

It's like a towering tornado

Of heavy heat flow

Overpowering pallette

Of scorching reds 

Miami Mallet

Beats on all our heads

Time's flies

 Time opened his flies

And let it go all over the world

Yeah time really let it flow

He must have been holding on for so long

He must have drunk so much of whatever it is he drinks

To make time his excreta and waste product

I can't believe we have to live in this fellows urine

When we find we're just living in a stream

Sit down Father when you piss on the world in your toilet

Said misses Time

You make such a mess of the Carpathian basin

And you splatter time all around the equator

It really takes me a goodly time to clean up

And I've better things to do with my time, Time

Timothy Time flagged, let the rustling leaves of his hair

Fall down

Forgot all about time

Dropped despairingly onto his bed

Mrs Time came in and said

Why so down Time

Why not get up and go out instead

Take some time out

Take the clock for a walk

Take the clock by the hands

And seize the day

Dream of 8th-9th August

 I dreamt I was escaping my house in Meare

And all the faces of good cheer

All the good and all the bad,

I ran, I ran down to the river 

Down the slopes

Landsliding way

And across the rotten planks

Of building sites gone astray

And flood in green stagnant water

All of the memories to me were short

But the flow

Of the river was fast and keen

I tried to hold on to rock faces

While avoiding the neighbours eyes

And not wishing to fall into bad graces

The judgement of others on the divorce

The swallowing river dragged me with it

The red gills of seaweed or ferns up the canyon walls

Did Meare ever have canyons? I can't remember at all

And above I saw bridges where the people walked

But I was trapped beneath them, I couldn't escape

The flow carrying me further along in time

It's personal

 

If I have been an arsehole

Please know it was not personal

I’ve just been feeling recently

Like a wheel spinning out of control

I’ve just let myself down

In so many ways

That I can’t keep count of the hurts

I’ve suffered and inflicted

Trying to prevent damage to my soul

I’ve got a sensitive disposition

It’s a blessing and a bind

I’d say I need a dressing every time

I speak my own mind

It’s not as if anything ever mattered to make me cajole

The good intentions I’m feeling

Always seem to lead me into trouble

I’ve tried to act holy, then I’ve acted shit

I’ve been accused of grand larceny

For the stealing of my own grit

And I’ve grit my teeth in a bubble gum way

Before I bit the dust

I was all about the time I’ve been double crossed

But trust is a rubber band you can’t stretch it too far

It’s not like a streetcar named desire

That’s a tail of a shooting star

Always disappearing on the horizon

Just out of my reach

If I can I’ll go surfing then you say life’s a beach

It’s better to be careful than to really go for gold

Everytime I tried that

I found the prize had already been sold

I’m always knocking up against barriers I find

And pretending they are entrances to a new corner of the mind

But I should have come to expect that the good just seeps away

It’s like a plane expending fuel never leaving the runway

I wish I could see you in the light that we once knew

But that was just an illusion like Cinderella’s shoe

I gotta make the cut

 

I gotta make the cut, I gotta make the cut

I can’t bust a nut,

I’ve gotta make the cut

There are no ifs or buts

There are no quips or tuts

I've gotta find my guts

I gotta make the cut

It's gonna be a hard road rising

It'll be the hour of my horizon

I'm gonna struggle in uphill toil

It'll be like a slope covered with oil

I gotta make the cut

I gotta push on to the hut

At the mountain peak

Where the poets speak

I gotta make the cut