The thoughts of Jason Statham

I have a body, I am steamy and smouldering
In an internally conflicted way
It is a strain sometimes
With the burden of my life's work - Assassin
Which I had thrust upon me
Now here is the girl - Jessica Alba
Who clearly I will get together with
Because we are approximately equally beautiful

I am ideally suited with my body and
my gravelly, husky voice

The main thing with a sex scene
Is to show my sexy and muscular back,
Sort of arched and for
Us to writhe a little in apparent passion or playfulness
And then you must show your back to the camera
And then I squeeze your bum
Camera cuts

Now that the money shot is out the way
There is the action
Fight sequences and shooting guns

Damn this plot is looking rather like James Bond
With the yachts and high rise hotel ponds
But then I am of a lower class altogether
At least I could not pull off Daniel Craig's look in leather
And my rough hewn features are ideal material
But I'm a little too bald to be considered 00-real

Still money talks and America cuts deals
We make the boulevard walk in the tinsel town reel
And the sun goes down on my mechanical appeal
Yet I've fought the good fight with 00-zeal

Time is money

Is time money?
Well what if it is?
Did the big bang make a billion
Spend it all, in one whizz
Is there a lot of it left us?
Well the universe yes
Maybe we'd all be millionaires
If we could live that long
But really that's fizz
Our episode is over
By the time the bubble
Has risen to the top
Of the champagne
And burst
Our age of fame
Must be likewise brief, filled with
Hope, life and acclaim
In order for it to feel
Any worth
So time is money only because
We value our lives
In this moment
But what if we never did own it
If the time was just on loan
From the bank
And one day we have to cash in
And return what was borrowed
Tomorrow will be just interest on today
We cannot take out more than
We can repay
And it all goes back to the bank anyway
Living on borrowed time

Well so you say time is money
And money it is time
It is interesting
What the perspective is of a rich man
Compared to a poor man on that line
Eachs' days are numbered, one may live in quality
While the other may be blessed
But live in the poverty of the oppressed or depressed
But each man's time is his money,
Each is rich in himself,
But the poor man is richer in quality time
Whereas the rich man must borrow beg, barter and steal
To truly feel his time is his own, that his time is real
Each man is a slave to some system of laws
Of government, that cement his feet in quicksand
Each wants to be free, yet it is easier to rise
From the slime when you have no belongings or baggage
But to fly when weighed down with gold
Now that is a difficult task

And what about the perspective of the young man and the old
The old maybe filled with fear of the world, though closer to repaying his
Debt to the bank he owes
Is his life worth any less than the young man full of vigour
And life force, though little in the way of wisdom's gold
The younger man will risk more, though perhaps he has more to lose, more natural long
Life promised him from the vaults to abuse
But what is this life worth in money if it is wasted, what in value if it is meaningless?
What more worthy measure is his time on earth than compared to what
The best man could earn?
No not earn, and let's not forget to mention women
Because they are on time and a half at least

Take me there in my dreams

Lead me on the hills unseen
The flashing brown, and tourquoise green
The windmills pill boxes
Of a war time that meant we never
Would surrender our dreams

Take me through the world unknown
To russet farms
Where they stone the crows
And angels harm
Their light foot toes
When they tread upon my dreams

Take me near the stinging rose
The shaded bower
Where water flows
From rocky gills
In the earth's repose
Oh take me there in my dreams

Lead me on the knackers run
Where old horse treads
As farmers with guns
Lay slung over arms
All knees and elbows
Oh take me there in my dreams

Crowding in

Chewing on the match sticks
Of lighted bigotry
Walking in the thatched brick
Houses of England's purgatory
Sailing in the solid towns
Whose markets all are empty
Winging like an emperor's crown
Over the mounted sentry
All along the pallisades
Of a time wrecked crew
Fighting off the attacking gulls
Whose scurvy cries once flew

All the penny whistle arcades
All the penniless parades
Where ruffians and one-time maids
Are taking turns on the chew

I follow an inspector
Who is returning from some space
With a fear detector, smeared all over
His face
Panic is his protector, it keeps
Him in the race
To follow the crowd from morning's
Cloud, through bustle of bodies embrace
And he pushes past the working girls,
Past the drunks, and the ladies in lace
And he brushes his coat tails with
The girl's of some disgrace
And at midday the streets are thronging,
The squares have a heaving grace
And palpitating shopper mingle
In and out of their place

He follows some inside a shop
Of candles, and grease and pastes
And oils smell, and tinctures quell
The crowd in its rabid pace

And the afternoon wears on
Along side market stalls
With meat, hanging cured, and cutting
Tools, and the parambulators ambling trace
The parasols beneath sun scholes that dapples
Over his face, and soon this market
Packs up shop, folds up tables
Closes stops and
He is left like a hairless dog
Yelping on the pavement
And the rain falls down in feathers,
That soon turn into heavier things
That fetter in the wetter arches, that
Nestle in the Spring
That trickle down shirt collars,
And coats that are pulled round close
And his search becomes more desperate
As the shoppers leave their posts
They rush indoors inthis street, so he
Wanders on through corridors
Of darkened ways and alleys
Broken by cats and aunt Sally's
And Salvation armiests appraise him
They accost and pull him in
This old man for whom the life blood
Seems to be drawing thin
But emerging again in another street
Where crowd is swelling still
He heaves his sigh of relief
And swims in for his fill
Is he a thief
I cannot tell
I see no sleight of hand
Unless he robs them of themselves
No wealth worth more to man
Is he a criminal intent on
Stalking blood or murder
When it comes to night will
His blood lust rise will
His victims fall foul of this herder
Yet he is not picking pockets,
Though others around him do
Though he is jostled,
He is bumped, he yet has hustled
From a burgeoning due
Like time and taste have drawn him
As if a deadline right on queue
Ever drawing nearer, never ending
He must pursue

Start over again

For every boom there is a bust
For every doom, there is a lust
A hope in despair to carry on
Oh don't give up old Harry John

For every broom there is the dust
For every loom there is a rust
Oh can you tell me where they've gone
Simon, Peter, Luke and John

The friends we had they've walked on by
Down a different road they try
And some roads crumble crack and crust
Some they rise up to the sky
All the ways we do what we must
Fearless warriors of time and trust

For every hero there is a villain
For every Deniro there is a Dylan
But don't walk on your own
Even when you walk your own line
Everything has an end
My dear friend
And everything has a beginning
Just take courage to stand up
And start it all over again

You can call me

You can call me a slob
Oh you can call me a knob
You can call me
Till you're tickled pink
You can call me a job
You can call me a hob
Just don't call me
Someone who didn't think

Oh you can call me a cab
You can call me a rab
You call me a horse who drinks
But if you call me a jab
Well if you call me a scab
I will punch you in a blink

You can call me a hole
You can call me a mole
You can call me everything
but the kitchen sink
Well if I have a soul
You better know an'll
So now you can call me the
Missing link

Heaven in Hell

And it is all just a little bit like
Heaven in hell
Your brothers they know you
Your sisters know you well
And this is all a little bit like
Heaven in Hell

The songs are like stringlets
The birds like silohettes
moving across the sky
Like burning cigarettes
Against a dying sun

The bog of tears
Like a rollercoaster
Floating in the sunrise
Like a May fly
over the pond
Daddy long legs in the corner
Of the ceiling bouncing off the wall
Joy of you is reeling
From the corner of the hall

There is a pulse in the blood in the walk of the fool
There is the song of the sea in the nautilus shell
There is a memory of my mother showing me
This Heaven in Hell

There are bricks and mortar
Sticks and stones
Bread and butter
Blood and bones
And all of these I know too well
As I walk into this Heaven in Hell

Song of my father, song of my son
Song of my daughter like a reflection
Down a well
Speaking from the forest
Speaking from the cave
Speaking from unseen trees that fell
Talking about a Heaven in Hell

Dogs in the dirt road
Talking like an old toad
Baking in the hot sun
Hiding under a stone
In the shadows of a tolling bell
Ringing out for this Heaven in Hell

Tears in Budapest

Well I know I'm not my best
But these tears
Continue to fall
Like leaves in the rain
They take away my pain
From the hours that always seem
The same

Tears in Budapest and the river it is blessed
From
The paragons of rest
Who nestle in their nests
In the ivory towers
Letting down their locks
Under lock down
Over river docks
And scenes of lock and key
Where nobody is free
Except to cry their
Tears in Budapest

Tears in Budapest
The reasons flow
Through bridges guessed
Like hopes raised
Like eye-brows
Like frowns
Like smiles upside down
Over the topsy turvy Danube
That scurries, and bowls
And tumbles and rolls
In its mouths open
And gaping in shouts
And words, and language
That wriggles and bursts out
From the blisters of boils
And current buns of the thirsty
Turbulent flow

And over arching them
Are these Eyes with their lids
That open and close
In daft surprise and blink
Over the Danube sink
And basin, and drain
Where Tears in Budapest fall
Like leaves in the rain

The Rain and the Wind

Oh the rain came down
Like jewels on a crown
Of the land that refused to be
Reigned on
and its belief systems shocked
Like a baby that was rocked
In the cradle of civilization
It was feigned on

And sallow creatures lie
In river beds that cry
Of armies who have marched across plains
When the rains fell on them
It was like a long lost friend
That they embraced
And were gone in dreaming

You can hold the whole world
Inside a paper cup
And drink it til it dries
Until you might give up
But who will run out first
It is not for me to say
All I know is you can try it on for size

The love that I recall
Hardly stands up against the wall
The jokes that I tell
As the fall guy
Well the joke was on me
I was too blind to see
All of the things people were telling me
And you can show it still
With the tickets and the bills
The size of the debt I am owing
But it means nothing's past
Nor lost behind the glass
For the rain falls and the wind keeps
Blowing

You needed to be there

You  needed to be there
I tried to tell you how I felt
I was talking to a brick wall
Speaking like a welt
Suffering sympathies
Like an angry Celt
Suffice it to say
You needed to be there

I used to owe you something
I'll remember it in time
If you break the last straw
I can drink my whisky and lime
It reminds me of a story
That happened to me but hey
Let's just say
You needed to be there

There was this man I know he owned a horse
It was a force of nature but it couldn't last the course
It ran off one day, while in it's prime
I thought it belonged to you
But found out it was mine
You should have known better since it was munching your hay
Let's just say
You needed to be there

All the times I needed you
Where were you in my prime?
All the days, the long hours of walking
The ticking tickets, the licking limes
If anyone says I'm bitter they better
Chew over my crime
Let's just say
You needed to be there

What's the damage?

And the writing on the wall reads
Whats the damage?

I ask you to call
But the song birds took your throat
They were off with the pussy cat
In a bobbing boat
And I saw it in a letter that
Somebody wrote
All it read at the end was
What's the damage?

The church yards are crazy
Like graffitti of doom
The houses are all empty
Nobody's renting a room
And a clause on the lease reads
Come back here soon
Then: What's the damage?

Oh are hearts are so empty
Like mansions of the elite
They lay out their banquets
For others to eat
But when friends shake hands
They always pass on something sweet
So then what's the damage?

I bring you out the wreckage
Time and time again and find
The pieces of the stoppage
After extra time
And you know the king is in his castle
And the peasants drink his wine
The fires in the hearth
And I see you in your prime
So I say: What's the damage?

Cinderella Mother

She is slipping under the carpet
Under the rug
Being forgotten about
Forgetting to sweep up
There
She leaves
Traces of her dust
And we know she has been there
By her fingerprints

Did she ever go to the ball?
Why yes
She wore the glass slipper too
And she danced
Oh how she danced
I can remember her
Swirling on the floor

I remember the hour
Then the minutes before
Midnight
When the cruel clock strikes
And another day of life is done

Where is her Prince Charming?
Where is her sun?
It is setting now
Going down over the brow
Of the hill
Soon her time will come
Soon her day will be done

And the glass slipper will be put back on the shelf
The clothes, the dresses and gowns
Will be hung up, put away into the closet
And the doors finally closed
For good

Hercules in Harrods

I've seen you in the bushes
In the burly Roman guard
I've seen you keeping vigil
Outside the tower of the shard
That reaches up to heaven
But it reaches oh so hard
Oh all you ever needed
Was to shuffle your cards

I've seen you in the wasteland of a certain despair
And in  the Angel land of haste and lightfooted care
I've see you in the faces of the disgraced
And overwrought
But all these marbled insults of incidents
Add up to nought

Go keep the goalies head warm with your wooly thought
Go save him from defeat in the land of golden sport
Where all is fair in love as it is in war
Oh go hang all your consequences upon a new year's wall

There are scenes we must walk on through
There are days alone that we all are due
And to say each day is numbered, well the thought is true
But come hold to me your promises of a lifetime's hue

Don't yield in the beginning when the men are bold
And the shipwrecks to the mermaids have all been sold
And the sailors sew their yarns into another fold
Just bring me in your harbour, warm my cold

I'll bake with you for hours in the sun's strong rays
And hold counsels in the towers for days and days
And one by one your powers will be saved
For all the delicate flowers bowed their heads and waved

Oblivion / live on

Oblivion
Is a rolling thunder, it is a dark horse riding
It is in the sky
And under, cover of the horizon

The ships of blue will see it too
In the depths of the waters passing by them
Oh Oblivion, oblivion
Live on you crazy diamond

Oblivion is you, it is the fear
That it will all be gone
Oblivion is me, it is sad to hear
I will never hear your song
Oblivion you wanted,
Yet you wanted the very best
But you always pushed out from the crowd
Always rode the proud waves crest

Oblivion through all we see
The double dutch of witch craftery
Never more pressing than the song
Now into oblivion you are gone

Mirror, mirror

Well I'm broken, I'm shattered
On the ground I'm in pieces
Glass shards scatter
Each a synthesis of your thesis
Well its all that mattered
Yes I brought you great wealth
And all I ever did was show you yourself

Mirror mirror on the wall
Mark my words this time
Before you fall
Seven years bad luck
If you don't remember me at all
You can never get back
What you broke,
You'll end up looking like some kind of joke
Just turn the other cheek, it's bad for your health
And all I ever did was show you yourself

Don't shoot the messenger
I've commited no crime
Only brought you up to date with a reflection of mine
We can all be sinners, we can all hate
Well you might be beginners but its never too late
The mirror never lies, it sees when he cries
It sees when she states
Her falsehoods like toadstools that grow on rotten stumps
Out in the forest where the hare jumps
Then she picks them and pickles them in jars on the shelf
And all I ever did was show you yourself

You try walking away
But you look over your shoulder
Don't think I missed that,
You think you look older or you're getting fat
I'm not going to lie, Its all in the eye of the beholder
But is it you or I, who needs the help?
And all I ever did was show you yourself