Frog chorus of the river bank

 Coming out of the blue

I saw you in red

Coming out of the fog

I raised my head

And leaping onto logs

I said

I'm out I'm alive

Don't make me go 

Back down that pithole

I don't want to work underground

It'll destroy my soul

But likewise

I don't have the energy

To rise above this dull chorus of frogs

Who ribbet and bekekex bekekex

koax koax

croak their throats

At river boats

passing over

Coming out of the blue 2

 Couldn't hide my hand as I was talking to you

I said I'm coming out of the blue

I had no idea on earth what I was going to do

I was just coming out of the blue

And I needed you, do you need me too?

Well I'm coming out of the blue

And I hope you find your peace of mind

As I'm coming out of the blue

I held my hand up to the sky

As it was coming out of the blue

I can't find the words or even try

As I was coming out of the blue

Another world

 In another world we could have been fine

In another world you could have been mine

In another world and time

In another world we crossed over the line

In another world of music and wine

In another world and time

Oh why can't that world be like this

All I ever wanted was your kiss

All I ever seem to do here is climb

Into another world and time

I'm in  luck there's heart I can find

another world and time

I got stuck up in a grape vine

about another world and time

Coming out of the blue 1

 Coming out of the blue

I can feel it too

I'm coming out of the blue

I know where to go

Know where I'm heading to

I'm coming out of the blue

I didn't say much 

I didn't say the time

The time you were mine

I didn't ask for your touch

But you asked for mine

Coming out of the blue

It's a land of hope

It's a land of crime

I'm coming out of the blue

I'm at the end of the rope

And at the end of the line

Coming out of the blue

Coming out of the blue

I'm standing up and walking outside

To the land of the pines

I've got to hold onto the hope

Of a new time

Coming out of the blue

Yes I'm coming out of the blue

I see people can cope

Time after time

Coming out of the blue

I've got more life left in me

Still in my prime

I'm coming out of the blue

So don't you worry, don't worry

I'm doing fine

I've got red, white and yellow flags

On the skyline

Coming out of the blue

Being out of love

 I wish I was in love

I've been in love before

But love has always been

A way out of a door

I've never really loved

Only images in my mind

Only mirages in the desert

Where an oasis I might find

Some water in the dryness

In the heat of a barren land

If you will be mine your highness

I'll gladly take your hand

It's only a golden cocker spaniel

It's a cockatoo in a cage

You don't need a training manual

Before you step out on its stage

But I've never known how to do it

I've never understood the rules

Love is just a kung fu kick

Love is made for fools

Though I am nobody's fool

But I am my own

I trick and trip up myself

On my way back home

Come don't give me a hard time

It's as cold as an icy stare

I think I saw you give it me

But you after claimed I drove you spare

I'm fairly sure you don't lie

But I maybe misread your face

I guess the truth of it was, love

I wish somebody else had taken my place

Folding maps

 Folded Paignton onto Bodmin

Cullompton onto Carhampton

And river Erme on the Avon

The Dart landed on me

Folded jenin onto Jerusalem 

Palestine onto Israel 

Folded new York on Denver

Canada over north America 

Wisconsin onto Colorado 

The farm landed on me

Folded paddington on Croydon 

Liverpool Street onto Leicester Square 

The whole of Whitechapel onto Soho 

And the Thames landed on me 

I've got wet in these rivers

In the creases of maps

In the increases of maps

 in the changing lanes

In the border bending

In wires and fences breaking

In the walls coming tumbling down 

I'm so tired of seeing destruction 

So tired of territories changing hands

I'm looking for a new map directory

To follow the contours of a promised land

I'm folding up my map of the world 

I'm putting it away

The world can wait

I'll visit it another day 

Arise, arise subsistence farmer

 They've taken away our way of life

Oh I'm now a subsistence farmer

I'm working for the man and woman in strife

Drawn along the strawberry line

And the fosseway is the battle ground

Against the beast from the east

It's the Brighton crowd on their fairground

Spreading their money and culture of grease

It's a thinning line, it's the battle front line

Is Shepton Mallet

It's the invading Romans versus the working celts

We're being pushed out and robbed of our wealth

They're trying to get their hands on life itself

Don't let them, don't let them

There's no point in being up in these hills

There's no land here that pigs haven't killed

That strange robberies and withheld wills

haven't rooted out corollaries and instant thrills

I'm being blown back down to the land of sweet rills,

Where I taken my nourishment from rhein ditch bills

What's on the menu is swan's neck soup

I'll wearing a garland of rose worm silk

And swimming in mud of the peat bogs rich

And eating bog butter from the rill ranch ditch

But it's alright, it's alright, I was born that way

I'm a subsistence farmer, it's in my dna

They want to give me pharmacology

Because my family sold my farm

I've no inheritance to speak of

Because the cuckoos came and no one raised the alarm

And the early warning system didn't suspect the strange egg

That burst out and pushed the others out of the nest

It's like that all over Somerset

The poor get eaten by the rich

What they want is our culture

But what they take is our grit

They make a joke of farmers

Like it is somebody's latent word

But we're all just ghostly echoes of the age of the sword

And King Alfred he retreated back inside the marsh

In order to fight the North men

From a stronger footings' start

So rise up, rise up my reformers

My peasants shall revolt

And rebel against these disasters that befall us

But none it has been our own fault

Let us raise an army of some tough handed farmers

Let's take our pitchforks and sickles

And scythe down the witch-hearted fickles

Let's defend our common lot

And protect our livelihoods

Because they'll spread their cultural rot

and they're not for the common good