Every leaf that falls

There is a reason in the soaring bird
There's reason in the clouds
There is sense in each and every call
Of the dove above the crowd
There is method in the madness
Of the writer in his word
And for every up there is a down
For every leaf that falls

There will be time enough for progress
And relegation to the trees
There will be judgement in the congress
Before we can be free
And every shadow traces an outline
Of each object in the hall
There is a name on every bullet
And in every leaf that falls

In the hour of the circumstance
That rounds the era's drawl
The women with kalashnikovs
The snakes on the ground still crawl
And Eve is walking with Adam
Down groves paradisiacal
Their relection in every apple
And in every leaf that falls

I have seen them in the aftermath
Of the world's uncertainy
In the face of the clown that laughs
In the honour of bravery
And any time you hear sound of an Angel's call
Be sure you lay down the gun once and for all
For there is innocense in the flower
And deep knowledge in dark night
And a nameless sorrow in its power
And in every leaf that falls

In the rain

I don't wanna paint my house no more
Go inside and lock the door
In the rain, in the rain
I don't wanna clean the balcony
I don't wanna dust the floor
Go inside and lock the door

In the rain, in the rain
I've got no time to mop the Windows
I've no time to sweep the walls
The leaves will fall in autumn
Even the crows will crow
Just take a stand for freedom
Soon her light won't show
In the rain, in the rain

I don't wanna fly my country's flag
I don't wanna flock the sheep
I've got two pence that's worth stealing
But what they steal is my sleep
I don't wanna shake the drain pipe
I don't wanna sniff the tree
Everything worth fighting for
Is worth the weight of freedom's key
Let me alone this day I stay inside
And lock the door
In the rain, in the rain

I don't know nobody around

I don't know nobody around
The dogs are in the ball park
But they lost their baow wow
I don't know nobody around

The man at the bus stop says
How do you do!
The man at the bus stop says how do you do
But I say just what's up? and I walk on through
Cos I don't know nobody around

The lady in the shop says
Say what's up boys
The lady in the shop says
Say what's up boys?
But I pick up my groceries and say
What's that noise?
Because I don't know nobody around

The baby in the pram says
A wha, wha wha
The baby in the pram says
A Wha, wha Wha
Well I say hey mother
why not put a lid on that jar!
Because I don't know nobody around

The moon is like a prison
For the good and the bad
The moon is like a prison for the good and the bad
But I'm like a warden who is feeling sad
No I don't know nobody around

A train named devil

Well its all over the news
The devils riding that train
Yes its all over the news
Like we've got him on the brain

Well I don't know about sunrise
But he'll be coming back again

There was a train named devil
Way on another level
And he crowed his lonesome whistle
As he drew into the the platform
And many men got on
To ride on the devil's song
And the Devil's riding that train
And he'll be back again

Well I caught up to him on horse back
Somewhere further down the track
And he cried to me all aboard
I thanked him then and shunned the lord
And as I looked out the window
I could see all the world in shadow
Well the Devil's riding that train
And he turned my head back again

There's a man named devil talking on another level
Watch on over the table
Tryin to make Cain kill Able
There's an empty bucket
Someone drilled a hole in it
The bosun said well fuck it
We might as well drink it

The ship named Surprise was sinking
As from the bucket they went drinking
All about the deck hands thinking
Why's the bosun blinking
Sun through the hole came glinting
Flint in the lock went flashing
Now the crew they all went splashing
Over the in Jim Crows ocean gnashing
Sharks like sparks were dashing
In the milieu lashing
Hearts and tails slashing
All for the Captain's ration

Now there's a train named Devil
Running on over the bridge
Steel rails cold as a fridge
Until the red wheels slid

Happy is the man who knows he's not alone

In all the ways that I am broken
I have spoken, I have spoken
I am just like she,
Only were were given different tokens
Different tickets to the show
Some are on the front seats
Others the back row
But we're all sitting
In front of the silver screen
While the actors are getting ready to go

In all the ways that I am broken I can count
Like the vertebrae of my spine
Like a column with a block out of place
Like a row of beans out of line
The tree trunk got damaged in the storm
From then on it never grew straight no more
No matter all the pins and nails, or rubberbands they tried
It was always blowing in the gales

Its roots went down into the ground
Deep like a miner for gold or oil
Deeper still but for the echo found
No living man could count the toil

If all the pillars of Rome have stood
Then why can't my own column stand for some good?
No matter if no hero is perched on its plinth
There is instead a migrant
Who won't move an inch

They blew up the fortune factory,
But the joke was on them
When the cookies crumbled
And they found all the chinese had invaded
The uninvited guest, the uninvited guest
Now we stare into the future
Of all these Christmases past
And remember ever suture
Of every promise sewn to last
And every man who put me here
In this never ending hour glass
Still in Rome
The ruined columns are still standing
or resting in the wild grass

Time is running out and so are my words

We are so glad you could make it
It is well understood
That your coming to us this moment
Is an unprecedented good
We need more of your kind in the fray
So don't just doff your cap
Say hello, walk away

The tides like our fingers have been crossed
For a while
The slim odds of the winners
Have grown thinner with each passing
mile
And if you ask me to repeat what I've said
I will smile
Because when something is spoken
It can't be replaced like a tile

The rain came down one day in a deluge
The Gods were too proud
And threw down their crowns in a rage
The writer with the crowd
Could not write the next page
And so with feet stepping loud
He walked onto the stage

The only thing that bothers him
About this new adventure
Is who will pay for his insurance
Should the plan reach its investiture?
There are few who would follow him
Out into the fray
But less in the meantime will give
him his pay

Your coming here gladdens us
And brings a tear to the eye
The way that it saddens us
Is that all good things must die
But that has ever been the case with the world
All sweet things must pass
Be they boy or be they girl

No comment

It has been eleven months of hardship
And of toil
And I've been the only one to trip
Up on spilt oil
That I left there the night before
When I was frying bread
But these are all burnt offerings
That I've kept inside my head

The druggist sold me cures
For sleeping without my soul
She said it looks like you've left it somewhere
Stuck up a tree or out on a midnight stroll?
But I said
I've been nowhere
Just around the city of the dead
And she said perhaps you should try to enjoy
Yourself more
Why not try the tree of life instead?

Then I walked to the doctor he said
Take no notice of her,
What you need is a good lawyer
To tell about the laws and lore
He said you need more stories my son
About how the good die young
And how the old are dressed as mutton
And how the lion lies down with the lamb

I left him then in the morning as the sun it began to shine
And she had said good luck to you
Before she said your place or mine
And after several Bloody Maries
And a few Save Our Souls
I retired to the prairies where
The lipgloss took control
She was only speaking of a certain
Weakness in a man
When I heard her preaching service
To the rolling caravan

A rolling stone gathers no moss
Or else that what I think I heard her say
The dust that gathered around the microphone
Was like desert sand across a long highway
In some places it is thicker
In others it's just blown away
By the wind that warms the hitchhikers
And moves them on their way

Mountains of Can

Well there's a mountain of can
Than we all must climb
And down in the valley
Is the man
Down in the river of rust
That river just rolls like a steamer
It takes all of the can from the dreamer
And it rusts it in him
Like an old dirty tin
Oh better believe he's a dreamer

Now back up the mountain of can he climbs
Never noticing the recycling van
Parked on the incline
He takes from his pocket
A stop watch full of time
But the can runs out too
Like a can -do in his prime
Now down to the valley of rust he might slip
If it wasn't for the clown
Who's watching his trips
And he lends him a hand
(Not the first time) but the second
And this stops him rolling all the way down
What a kind clown, the can clown kind

My Grand father's feet

I never did know about my grandfathers feet
Well they trudged through the snow
Now buried six feet deep
Well I never did know about my grandfathers feet

Well he had six wives, and made six women weep
I never did know about my grandfather's feet
They say he left them somewhere where down
In Mexico,
Well with the poisonous Ivy and the Indian way
I still hear them stepping in a southern comfort sway
Dancing the Tango like a chimney sweep
Well I never did know about my grandfathers feet

I never did know about my grandfather's feet
Some are like the railroad line
They just want to repeat
And others are like the stoned crows sitting on
a tree top seat
Well who ever should where he did go
On his grandfatherly feet?

Every corner of the city

In every corner of the city

There's something going down

Round every bend

Somebody is painting the town

Someone's making a friend

What they have in common 

That's how the story ends

In another corner of the city

The mourners parade

Someone is fishing casting his line

Someone is cycling the tunes doing fine

In every corner another person

Is calling a friend

But nobody knows how the story

Will end

There's a corner of this city

Where the gargoyles glare

Down from their posts

At the hell down there

And on another roof top

An Angel's hand to a man extends

But nobody knows how the story

Ends 

Another side of the wall 

the graffiti artists call

Their tags spread over an older

Picture

They scrape it off into dust

Layers of paint like imaginations rust

And attempts to say what they need to express

Nobody shouting or trying to impress

Like giving a little as a branch that bends

This how the story ends

Once in a blue moon

I saw you out on the blue moon
You came and went
and were gone too soon
Don't invent a reason for your absensence
Just put it down to too much scotch
vermouth or absinth
Nothing going on here,
nothing to see
For a time I was feeling queer
But of that feeling I am free

Lost again as if
As if I had some golden globe
That I could hold and keep near
Like adoration sold

Then I saw you smile like a missile
Through the room
It burst in a candle light
A wicker wax gloom
But the globe kept spinning around
As if a ball on a loom
And each Silver thread was spun
Turned into another moon

Blue was the colour
Then blood red
Then green
And from that I knew an absinth fairy near
Or else a Goblin queen
And she kept up her calling
Her temptation dream
And you were still there smiling
Like the cat who got the cream

Dandelion kiss

Everything felt like childhood
The stinging night does sing
About times that I have lost
And about songs that I did sing
The rocks are by the lily
And the stream flows to the sea
And each and every butterfly
Beats its wings to be free

Now the day is like a cumbersome
Toad that I must roll
All along the footpath that is made of gold
And she is like a flower
Growing by the road
I pick her for an hour
Before I blow away her soul

There are headlights in the evening
The foglights shining bright
And I stand up from the ceiling
To the morning's drowning light
French windows are blowing open
And the wind begins to call
These memories into being
From a world outside so cold

I hold her in my pocket
This flower of memory
And I will not forget her
Nor shall she forget me

The day is growing brighter
And the sun begins to shout
About the doors that we left open
When I decided to walk out
Ah but these slides are frozen
And the reel has turned on
And all the vases are broken
And now my flower is gone

Just one final word
Before I do pass on
The singing of the bird
In the lyrics of a song
She was like a Dandelion
Waving her crazy head
And I kissed her in the morning
Until I left her bed
So blow away my kisses
Like the seeds of a Dandelion head
The wind will take my thought dreams
To another land instead

Truly Deeply

I'm fed up with trying to be deep
I'm really sick of it
There's nothing else I need but sleep
But I can't get a stick of it
It's the dripping of the drain pipe
Or the falling of the rain
Call it the windows that need a wipe
Or any other name
The shame of it is maddening
The curse is just the same
And if you try to tell your dad
He just speaks his words in vain

Yes I'm fed up with being deep
I'm not afraid to admit it
It takes a deep man to say he's shallow
And I'm in such low waters
That I could paddle
In fact I could wade to the shore
And remain on dry land
There's nothing much to search for anymore
There's no hidden treasure
In the ocean bed's sand
Perhaps there once was a ship of Victory
But she's long been sunk and salvaged
Her cargo's been reclaimed
No I'm sick to the back teeth of being deep
I want all my poetry renamed

It should be named the pill
Or the heavy eye-lidder
The drowsy smell of flowers
That makes the driver veer off course
On a skidder
And the car crash wreck is a double decker
Like the Ship that sunk in the sleep
Oh yes I've had it up to the neck
Like the drumming wood pecker
I'm so sick of trying to be deep

Ocean's eleven -or Rhyme of the ancient mariner Revisited

I set off for eleven oceans

After I'd sailed seven seas

Four more I could not fail

I thought it would be a breeze

I was a lonesome vagabond

in search of riches, tourism and drink

But on that eleventh ocean

was where my ship did sink

A-drowning I was ship-wrecked

my raft it was marooned

upon the shore of a far off Isle

by a whale I had Harpooned

For where is this poor countree

that ye have towed me to?

He said well lonesome vagabond

I've towed ye to Peru

Peru I said and startled up

Where canst a man walk home?

Neigh dear lonesome Mariner

For too far have ye now roamed

But Lo what Majestic sky turned out

When I did turn me Head

For Heaven displayed a plethora of stars

One if followed must home me led

To orient I fixed the whale

Again out on the ocean

And told him hence to beat his tail

And thus from this dark Isle we shall give motion

And so on the crew of one did wend

It's starlit toiling passion

For the sea was as green as a wild monster

Calling my heart's courage to ration

Never a boat had thus put sail

Upon these treacherous seas

Nor chart or map to orient

Our pathless way to ease

We journeyed on without rainfall,

Our mouths were parched as sands

And the rats which fled from my raft

The searing heat they could not stand

Then to me appeared a visage of a friend

One I had known but now long lost

A man I had betrayed in love

And now before me visited his ghost

Accusing eyes they pierced me

And cut me to the quick

That I should live, while he had died

No candle burns a faster wick

Then flames in cohorts filled the scene

And seemed to set a light the timber

And in each flame a visage appeared

Of a man who was my crew member

They called to me and cried still worse

Why have you forsaken your brothers?

Because your life and ours were tied together

Now our deaths will be your curse

So, on I fled, crying “take me away from this guilt”

And soon from the air came a wandering dove

The evil which gave voice to these spirits

Had been dissolved by a face of love

The dove joined my vessel and led the

Whale towards dark cliffs,

“It is land “I cried

And so grateful was I

That no line written could tell of my bliss

Thank you said I, but then down did he die

Exhausted upon the deck

My future still lay in the balance, so for luck

I wore the bird around my neck

The Island was old and grey from a distance

But with speed became more familiar

It was the very spot I had sailed from

In June fifteen long years past clear

The wedding guests had arrived and there

I went with utmost haste

Now to you I regale my tale

Of eleven ocean's to which I lay waste

Meet me on the island

Meet me on the island
I'm drowning, I'm drowning
Meet me on the island
Of a thousand crownings

A thousand brown hens
Crowing the morning
A thousand cockrels
Cock adoodling a warning
Meet me on the island
Of sacrifice
Meet me on the island
Called paradise

I've been over the cold iron bridge
And I've been stuck on
a hot fiery ridge
Been too close to the sun
On my midnight run
Been down to the brook
To read a book
And lay down by the stream
To take sometime to dream
Now meet me on the island
We live in the promised land

We'll row over there one night
Under cover, out of sight
And draw our bows from the withies
And we'll stretch our strings
From twine that bark brings
And make a harp that sings
In the starlight

And you'll brood in the rude rushes
In a hood where you stood under crushes
Of the night when it fell
When we heard the tolling bell
Ring out like a warning through the reeds

So meet me on the island
Where all of it bleeds
And it mixes in the river
And its carried in the flood
I can see your eyes full of water too
Like you could cry by the riverbank
But darling can't you tell
The island is ours as well
So let's keep it a secret
And give thanks
To keep it


Kick out the kites
And Deliver the doves
The gulls are so bright
Silouhetted crosses above
Where the crows crowd in a parliament
And parle about the world outside their branches
They sit on the wires,
like old men around fires
Discussing the government
Like cowboys on ranches

Double Crossed

What can I do for you?
Sitting in the park
Watching the people go by
Waiting for the dark
Where are they going?
Are they happy with their lives
Are they filled with sorrow or joy?
And what can I do for you or am I just your toy?

I am often a watcher of life
On the carousel
It goes round and round
And I stand in the middle and yell
Can anybody hear me
Do I make a sound
And what can I do for you?
Am I making any ground?

You see I'm incognito
I'm the master spy
There are thieves like me
Everywhere
Just in the act of stealing
They die
And every double agent
Has heart that's double crossed
Its just you can no longer steal it
When it already has been lost


The world is made of instances
Much like a film you see
And if you slow it down a notch
Then life suddenly is free
We don't have to rush, we don't have to fight
There is no final bell
We just hope we'll make it back home tonight

Just a man

The world is black but I am white
The angels sing
But not tonight
Who am I, but what I am
The world is heavy
I'm just a man

In the ashes of my final hour
I see the seeds of hope's bright flower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I'm just a man

In a world that's grey
I am cold
In a world that's worn
I am old
And as I walk round
Disaster's castle
The walls crumble down
Like Saint Stephen's tower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I am just a man

The clock strikes one
I am all alone
The feelings come
But of none I own
In a desert sand
My foot prints clear
Some times I walk
No one is near
Sometimes I struggle
Sometimes I fall
My eyes see double
My ears hear call
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But what am I
I am just a man

Rough cities

Rough cities
Where there is panic and crime
I went to sleep on someday
To wake up in my prime
The north wind blows about
My front door
I've been seeing ghosts again
Walking up and down the stair
Too many posts of pain
Too much at stake about which I don't care
Flashing about the city with life
To spare
But life is cheap in the street
Under the auspices of the bear
Who should you turn to in your despair
Nothing left to live for
On the road to Babilon
Keep the wheels rolling
When somethings not right its wrong

Alpha Mail

The run was running out the back side of the linen
The sandals of diamonds
The damsels of the sand and
the random hands of
Fate and kate
And all the shape of nape
Under cape and dagger
I stagger Like a swagger
In the fake shake
I forsake the saffron make
Of Peace and pace
Of lace and dice
Of dace and lice
All among the hallowed homes
Howling like a hurricane around the mountains
Moaning like a lake in the low meadow break

Up here in the mountains

There's a new moon risin'
On the horizon
I went up onto the cliffs
Just to glimpse the eclipse
And it was like someone had
Drugged me with wine

The Wolves were howlin'
Up there in the mountains
And the people were
Lightin' camp fires all around
I went up to them just
to watch the new moon sproutin'
Like a bud growing up
Through the pine needle ground

Don't confuse me with
one who is shoutin'
I don't want to use you
Nor am tryin' to change your mind
I'm just takin' in the air
Up here in the mountains
And if you want a friend to bear
Your troubles then I am the kind

Farewell the steely time

Oh for that steely time
I have no words
For your love
Dragons spit
And Fire hails
I've a hand full of diamonds
And a gut of nails
So good bye to that steely time

The mines are full of blinking jewels
And my eyes see only gold
Where others see just fools

The dust and sound of a million souls
Is rushing down my throat
And I am that mineshaft
My blinkered mind is coal
And they will keep a hammering
Until they take control

So farewell, farewell that steel town
Farewell to rush of gold
The picks and forks
Of Sticks and forts
And tin soldiers in consorts
The iron bells
That ring their knells
Inside my lonely thoughts
Iv'e been down to the pit's dark well
And I've come up with noughts

So good bye, farewell
To that iron town
To the mud brown
Red Ore
I've flown the flag
For the Pit man
But I'll fly it high no more
In every crease
A greasy fleece
Is hung like from the lamb of gold
But all I see of the pit's prison cell
Is the false idols
Being sold

Good bye, good bye the steel time
Good bye the salesman
He's come to my home
With his comb
pushed through his black hair gelled
And he's selled my lovely tomb
Spent five months worth of wages
So I could afford my grave
Now since the stock market fell
I'll be buried in hell
Because I forgot to save

Well they hear my cry of freedom
And they hear my yell of assault
And every last man sees them
Seasoned in sea salt
Because my wound is bleedin'
Into the dust filled skies
With a whirlwind in my pocket and
A black look in my eyes

So farewell, farewell the steel
Farewell them steel skies
Blood oath on the feelin'
Down in the earth where she dies
And I know there is no reason
But it comes as no surprise
That the one road on which I've been reelin
Has lead to the dead look in my eyes

De streets

As I walk the chagrin streets
I listen to the sound of my feet
I hear the owl call
And the leaves fall
In a line
You know its no crime
If you say your place or mine

In the restaurant your eyes look into mine
I hold the feathers of the owl tonight
And you eat the leaves that autumn spent
But there is one thing I can write
Your place or mine

There are two things I know
one
Is to lie to nobody
The other is everybody lies
They just lie to themselves

If I had the courage of angels
To walk lightly to the stars
I'd had left long ago
But I tie my ankles to these trolls
And chained to toads

Just then the talk it moved to
Another home
The brass it shone
From memories polished
On the mantlepiece
Of my dreams
As I drift off into sleep

Such are the lions of peace
That keep the corners
Of the castle
Tongueless beasts
That have no voice
Just like me
I have no choice
But cross the bridges
That I burn
And never fear to fall
into the river
But must go on into the stars

The chagrin streets

I walk the chagrin streets
where the autumn leaves fall
Listen to the beat of my feet
To the silence call

The restaurant was a cold dish
I eat my revenge
And the road does fork
On a knife's edge I cut my bone
Underneath the cover
Of a night spent alone

The lamb joint the weasel nose
The final point in our wedding vows
And as the sun rose
I heard you say your place or mine

There tonight

Well the sun is down
And the light comes on
And you need someone
Just to hold you tight
Well don't be afraid to call
There's no need to write
Just pick up the phone
And I'll be there tonight

In a sandy plain when the wind is savage
And the passengers compain
In the railway carriage
Don't walk out into the storm
Just sit tight
Think of me as your all
And I'll be there that very night

In the super city
Where the crowds are so busy
You can lose your soul
You can lose the fight
Just keep control
Just hold tight
I'm on a roll
And I'll be with you tonight

Need you tonight

Just because I said to you
That I didn't need your light
It doesn't mean that I meant for you
To leave me alone tonight

Oh lady bring your shoe horn
Cinderalla's shoe's too tight
Oh lady I want to be reborn
So don't leave me alone tonight

If the shoe fits then wear it
That's what they always told me down south
And if the cap fits then wear it
Just don't look down in the mouth

Now I know you are one to care
But you turn your head
Like your underwear
And I can't make head nor tail
Of all these things tonight

The river with its tongue

The river with its tongue so cold

Speaks in slow vowels rolled

The bridge with its mouth bowed

Swallows all that it is told

And the bank side buildings' walls

Listen with ears numbed to stone

Strange gases emit and drift

Along the surface water sunlit

And race at faster speeds yet

Than the river boat captains can bet

Like a substance unknown to man

This life force moves with a mysterious plan

When asked who will understand

It answers only that women can

Yet lions guard the gates of freedom

For some things of stone may still have reason

And ideals of ancestors long dead bones

Resonate with the striding feet of tourist season

Pret a manger

Black coffee
 Black coffee
 Are you waiting are you?
Please take all this from me
Are you waiting? Are you waiting are you?
I give you bags for free

Somewhere way out in the solar system
A father is skype calling his son
And he's pretending to shoot a gun
Bang! Bang!
And then amid the mist
He asks if she is ok

And England is surrounded
In this quiet pale blue sky
That imbues everything
With a sense of calm at least

Bang! Bang! He says

Beyond the Pale

Isn't it all a bit beyond the pale?
The way he sits up there
With the wind in his sail
And preaches to us about
Rights and wrongs
Just as if he would write a song

Its all just a little bit beyond the pale

The way he talks like Jesus from his mouth
The way they hang on his words down in the south
The way he loves to tweet but like the ugliest bird
You find what he says is so absurd

Its all just a little bit beyond
The pale

What he says are un truths and lies
The false proclaimations written on blue skies
When on the horizon there are storm clouds gathering
Yet his lips keep moving in a kind of blathering

Its all just a little beyond
The pale

They have their influencers in the courts
Their traps are laid their victims caught
And as we malaise on complacent beds
He's off with his designs for more warheads

Its all just a little beyond
The pale

What can we do but swallow our pride
Stick our heads in the ground or turn aside?
If this is what our fathers did then war would abide
But instead they fought for liberty and in freedom's name died

So is this all just a little beyond
The pale?

Transubstantiation Road

The lay-bys are filled with ladyboys
And the car parks are filled with Carmens
Next to it is Elektra
Who is fixing the electricity substations

In Transubstantiation road
Jesus is running the pig market
And we are all on his rig
Every hook he hangs up in his stall
Has another carcass on it

The meaning in the tides is seen
By a fairy queen who grows
Cannabis and runner beans
On Transsubstantiation road

But each of us is merciful
Show me the pardoned man
He comes to us with his hands clean
And leaves in a caravan

In the wheel barrow he brings
Norse Gods filled with snow
And books on many catastrophies
That he says we ought to know

I leave them in my pockets
Until the bedbugs begin to bite
Then I fill my socks with all the words
That I want to write

The hotel is on the corner
Older than a cigarette
And its been burning the midnight oil
Since Romeo snubbed Juliette

The fastness of the street cars
Is a problem for the pets
Who howl both day and day
about the landless suffragettes

A snooker queue for the toilets
Is lined up black and white
And then the Pink knocked in the hole
The red and yellow over night

You wouldn't think it mattered but
There must be order to the game
And if there's not then Transubstantiation road
Should be given another name

I asked again for clarity from the Judge who
Heard my case
He said nails are sold in charity
By the Angels who run the race

And then he raised his gavel
And let the hammer fall
I was pinned like poster criminal
Against the courthouse wall

Let me out this prison cell
I need some worldy rest
Take me back to Arizona
Let me see and feel the Mid-West

I've been inking up my promises
In a garden of good intent
But all my stepping stones lead back
To the room I decide to rent

And it wouldn't be quite so bad
If the rain was heaven sent
But the King has built his castle here
And he's awaiting the day of judgement

I see him in the garden too
Sweeping up the leaves
He used to be a famous stuntman
On the film sets for the crew

But since then they've moved the scenery
And cast another scene
And he is left acting out the action sequence
of a plot that's a has-been

I know it's not a life for me
But still I wrestle with her ghost
You see she comes to me
In the hours when I need her most

And this road is full of souls
Who used to live in fame
Its just now when they lay down their flowers
Nobody remembers their name

And beautiful young maidens dance
In silence through the fields
And the cameramen roll on for hours
Because of the aesthetic appeal

But some little old lady
Stares over her crooked nose
And shouts about love and despair
And the Emperors new clothes

Because change is like a stranger
Who everybody sees but nobody knows
As he's walking handing out his flowers
Down Transubstantiation road

Wit and wendy
Galey, Whaley Wh Smiths
Oxfam in the rain

Missing Australia
Missing what you don't have
Missing what you do

Staying home feeling sick
Staying sick feeling home
Feeling homesick

Smoking from the roof tops like a chimmney
Climbing to the rooftops like a monkey
Sitting on the bus stops like a lackey

Merry- go-bus

Round and round in circles
Like a merry go round
The bus is turning corners
Lights churning up with sound
Street names flash on the window
Fountains statues surround
Empty pavements
Others crusty with the crackling of busy bodies bustling
The loquacious lucky locket wearing window shoppers staring
The tourniquet led tourists twirling their turn styles dropping coins into slots
Or clocking off tickets like mechanical stocks
The stocking wearing spinsters who howl back at their dogs
And the merry go round bus turns around their world
Picking up penny pocket poor to the ribald rugged rich man's servant
The pale pored pasty pastiche of it technology tutorage
The tacky techno teens who train their caps to sit on backwards upon their tussled tops
Like some form of sea life existing in rock pools
Then heavy set hulks who heave their bulk
Towards the bulwarks of their barn door homes
To bed down with the oxen they weight lift in their sleep
And the pony tailed phony fellows whose pelt is hung across their shoulders
Like the Pawnee people
And rosy cheeked cherubim whom their mothers cherish in arms

Send me flowers

Send me flowers from her grave

You know I'm tired of being brave

I can hold no candles to a wave

Send me flowers from her grave

She has died but I can save

A piece alive I never gave

I'll tell you one thing I won't waive

Send me flowers from her grave

The world is lit in a special light

It comes where I sit these words to write

I could've hit I could have fight

But I keep it hid in myself tonight

The autumn rounds like a cannon ball

What goes up soon down must fall

And in its arc it forgets to call

The shallow shark of the swimming pool

So send me flowers from her grave

Promise me primrose salvage me sage

Pick me a bouquet of rosemary and thyme

And let me smell their scent divine

Tell me the names of love

What do you call it

Oh thingy you know

The the one with the black and yellow ribbon

Its driven in gold

Its a golden calf or Trojan horse

Or a microlite, a virus

Or is it a magical force

Its that thing on the tip of your tongue

The blood that drips from your ceiling when you are on your own

Reminding you of the skeleton you

Left buried in your closet

Or the corpse that keeps on giving everyone

Its own embodiment

Its that case of champagne you import

Thats cost you more in duty 

Than the Queen's winning horse

That she bet on Mr Nobody

On love's end

On Jezebel

On shower at the exit

Don't forget to Ring the bell

Its that word you must recall

I cannot say resell

Of course its a puffball

Like at level of a cell

I mean every body is at it

They're shouting down the street

Come on just stand up pout abit

The cockrel crows

And we all must meet

Some of them are cowards

And walk towards the heat

But then they run away again

When they smell the burning of their meat

They say is it hot in hear or is it hell?

Is it Her I'm inching beneath

In my slithering swell?

Is it Her or She whose heel is on my back

Is it she who rocked my cradle

And then put me on this wrack?

Is it four feet under

Or eleven fathoms deep

And can you still see Eden

Through a hole in your seat?

What of all these names for something none of us need

Or bleed

Yet if like some puritanical preacher

I suppose I am your teacher

And tell you it does not exist

Only flavours of a drifting sky only

THe dye cast in the eye

That makes them swell and run

I should say they know 

No better that blind spots on the sun

What when the light is behind me

My shadow's cast is long

Then all who care to mind me

Wile be treading upon someone

I am my shadow

He is me

And all these naughts and crosses

Merely games by which he sees

The one

As perchance the inventor is playing

Some games

With all of these

Names 

of love in a song

Songs of endearment, sweet heart

The whole world is fighting

Fighting fighting

The whole world fights

Give me all this love

The right the wrong

All the above

Fill not my world with hate

The world screws down on me

I leave through a side gate

I know I'm no Charles atlas

And John the Baptist 

Can carry my weight

They want my head on a silver platter

What's the matter with this world?

It got sold they say

But not everything that glitters is gold

Today like tomorrow 

Will be the same old sorrow

But I need the strength to swallow

And keep moving on