Snow Drops

 Like a lyric licks

The barley splits

The corn in fits and starts

Skits and parts chaff on the wind

Winnowing billowing gusts

And blasts that fast the breaking 

lines and rows and straps tied down

Over bales

And needles caught in Haystacks

Softly fall the snows on maps

Of our hearts and backs

And elbows tummies where

Tumble weed blows

And youth is but a refraction through

The glass of a crystal

Shatters snow flake

That breaks

But is still whole

In and of itself 

Contains itself

Again and again

Like a hologram

from the past

We ourselves change like snowflakes

Melting after a thaw

Our identity a fluid concept

That runs in and out of open doors

We are water based life forms

Beings of the vapours

And as the shore moves the pebbles

Through the tide

So we move heaven and earth

We tried

But temperatures froze us

impassable blockages dammed us in

And we could not flow

And still we waited cold and deep

Until across our surface

The ice did creep

And skaters came to play and score us with 

The lines of age

But nothing lasts that doesn't change

Upon time's stage

And in spring we thawed and our frozen expansion

Had cracked the walls of the pond

Until once again we spilled out

down new rivers and streams

And rills, rivulets culverts

and dives

And dipped into the caves

Where the bat thrives

And stalagmites and stalactites

Give us standing ovations and built statues 

Of our mineral foundations

And we deposit the past's baggage in river beds

And silt lakes

and we flow on more clearly forgetting

Not regretting our mistakes

Clear minded to the sea

Of all calm consolation

To join the mass hoards of starlit conversation

With sea birds and crustaceans

And bubbles where we glitter

And sparkle in deviations from

The winter bitter

And warm in gulf streams

And volcanic underground conurbations

A jet of steam is found 

To pass us through evaporation

Into the endless swirling ether of our imaginations

Where we write our names upon clouds

With all illuminations

Until the sun's head like lion proud

Roars in love and indignation

That he cannot see the crowds

Who to him offer their libations

And we scatter down

In snow flake crystallizations

Of the word for first softly fell then loud

But all in syncopation

On the hillside forest where the snow drops

Are praying

To welcome in the new spring

In pure white jubilation  

Christmas Swansong

 Talking of politics in the bookshop

And the rights of the individual

That Boris should be shot

The Money made by May for speeches of a kind

And others far too intellectual

They talk on the sofa of Feminism

And communism and dogmatism 

And letting go of leashes 

And losing all control

And I hold on to quiches

And break eggs to make omelettes

Of the friends I did not know

And put all my eggs in a basket of change

And hope to goodness that it doesn't feel strange

Because I have forgotten the weight of coins

In my pocket

And the feel of rain on my skin

When I enjoyed it

And Chocolate

saved up for and bought like a child

Or unwrapped at Christmas

And where has Christmas gone?

Is this its swan song that Morrisons

Are putting Easter Eggs up for sale

On Christmas Eve

What has it come to?

That you can't get served by a human being anymore you must meet a machine

A mechanized weigher

Do it your self

It will save us time and money

It will give us more Leisure time

Baloney

Leisure time is fine if you have the money

So who will have the money?

A state of lazy people who do not want to

Work

Nothing to do all day but pray

Or eat

Hopefully the former

But then their minds can be moulded better

They say

They can evolve like the Latter

Saints of the day

We will become a society of Saints all on our merry way

Doing Yoga saying howdy do neighbour

Oh you are committing a crime?

Well you know there is another way

Try being happy

Maybe that is the cure

But to be happy you must stop being poor

So we are back to the rich government handing out money to their citizens

The decadent society

The happy ones?

But then we look across the water to Eastern Europe

Are they not happier there, yet poorer?

Freedom to follow group traditions that bond each other in a fixed identity

Not this pluralism of mass individualism which

is driven by capitalism and greed and getting rich quick

Getting more and more is the religion

So where is Christmas, where are the Christian values?

Everything changes, they say

You have to let it go

We have ethnic diversity

Well we have enclaves, we have ghettoes

No we have love and strong community and rising above the fear

and hatred

Onwards and upwards like Peter Pan

Onwards and outwards and off to Japan

Sea fog

 They talk about sea fog and letting go

I can't see clearly to the land

They talk about white grog and hurting hands

Living with dinosaurs

And relics of bygone lands

They talk about sea fog that rolls in from the coast

The dirty men who love a ghost

The shattered, spent

And turned up hulls

Wrecked on the rocks

Of overdose

They talk about sea fog

And I can't see clearly

Through the melt water mud

Of frost and ice

I feel the pelt of rain

And The Celt in me smelt

Pain long before the dinosaur bones

Were turned up,

exposed

They talk about sea fog

And a withered hand

Holding a torch of freedom and

Perhaps the most I've ever wanted

From this land is a home

They talk about sea fog

And feeling gross

In far flung corners

And roller coast

Ers

But I switch off the forecast

And watch the football news

Sandringham

 Now I think I told you about Sandringham,

Sandringham the only one

Beeswax candles

And smelted biscuits in a fire

Of the iron tongue

Now I think I told you about Sandringham

And how everyone there is so kind

They'll polish your rifle

With such aplomb

And if they miss a spot

Well, never you mind

Well I think I mentioned the war

son?

You'll be going there after a spell

And it will all seem quite different

When you enter the mouth of hell

Well I think I told you about Sandringham 

or maybe it I mentioned Jenny éclair

She's eating ice cream with Harry and Megan

And the blood has gone hard on her egg and um

The knives are all out in the master's bedroom and

I think I've now told you about Sandringham

The Big Picture

Half a girl and half an angel

Half a woman and half a man

Half a hippopotamus and half a candle

Burning half the time

Half a place and half a plan

Half a leaf and half a tree

Half of life, half infinity

Half of nothing is still something

But half of something is nothing

Half a sock and half a shoe

Half a clock and half a screw

Go off half cocked

Come home half pissed

Make half hard then soft

Half on guard, she's half-missed

Half harmed, and half alarmed

By half a dog barking in half a barn

At half a cat in half a box

Which the Magician half canned

Before he left the magic circle

half-banned

Nothing is full except the moon

And nothing is empty except the cup

Nothing is half but a tea spoon

That stirs down emotions then stirs them up

Half awake, and half asleep

Half on the make, then half I'm weak

Be strong, be wrong, be fake, bespeak

The half love to take before full peak

Then I half explained with half a cigarette

propped up between two cheeks

That nothing can be claimed

Except by halves are leaked

Because seeing the full picture

Can be too much for half a brain

It needs the other half 

In order to see the same

Then, oh

then only

Will two halves become one

And then there'll a golden sunrise

Like two halves of the same sun

Teabag

 How come you say you're a teabag

When you're not a teabag to me

You know I wish you were a teabag

Because then I'd dunk you in my tea

But still you say that you're a teabag

And I count you one two three

Don't leave you in there any longer

Or you'll be as black as black can be

Maya and the Man in the Moon

 I'm sorry Maya,

The moon wept

I cannot bring your dreams to ya

I cruelly came and touched your life

With my silver wandering face

That looked cold and old

And lonely

Oh believe me that I love you only

But what am I to do?

I am just the man in the moon

Out of touch

With your love

I cannot come down to earth

To greet ya

Perhaps all we can do is wander together

In fields of stars

rolled out in our dreams

But, and here is just a thought

What if you became an astronaut?

And some how climbed the ladder of noughts

And crosses to reach me

Come and teach me your sport

I miss you Maya

I love you like a liar

Loves the truth, but hates his lie

And can't untie his shoes

When they no longer fit

Come and run with me in your ship

Come and let's throw stones

at glass ceilings and watch them

shatter and shower the earth in

illusion's shards

And then perhaps we'll reach the stars

And I can step out of my moon

And you can show me how to spoon

And how to taste delicious love

just because we deserve as much

Chicken

 Chicken wow, chicken in the trousers

DANCE AROUND YOUR PEN

Hen pen these chickens

They will love you if you speak to them

With a chicken heart

Some call of way back when

The Hen was brought from South America

Dashing across the forest floor

Chased by the native Indian

Who in turn was being chased by

A conquistador 

But can you see her this half human bird

Half a girl she is like half an angel

Who will never fly

But she will try

Perhaps to the tree top

Then stop

Perhaps she'll

Spy the moon

She'll hear the cock crow thrice

And her beautiful chicken dreams will fade

But be born again in her eggs

Specially hatched

To one day reach the sky

Saducces

 I was walking in a jungle of commonsence

Thinking where is the government of this nonsense

It makes me so concrete like the pavement

Then my favourite flavour of ice cream cement

Lent over the railings of the railing shop

And said have you brass knockers I can fit on my mop

You see the end is so hard I've nearly lost the plot

She said well you better make ends meat

Like in a Lancashire hotpot

I said you know your onions

And she said well certainly yo

I've been know to make mad dashes

At the church bell

And I've wanted to ring it

To warn of the fires of Hell

But it was Christmas Eve so I thought

I'd just wish them well

Oh the carol singers loved me they said

How are your Eaves I said I cleared the gutters last Thursday

But by now they smell

They said how do you know?

I said I've sniffed with my nose

They said well surely Mr Christmas as a Chimney sweep

You can tell

That's not the sort of thing a black beard like you

Should be doing midweek when you've left the zoo

I said I let all my monkeys and parrots alone

I didn't bar their cages nor touched my head to their hair

They whistled back sulkily a likely tune

I said I wish I could thistle

But I have lisp like a spoon

And only swallow down medicine

As soon as I'm due

It's not yet a quarter to eight and I'm feeling like a loon

Robin Road

 Robins

In the tree

Like oranges with wings

Singing oh so sweetly

But bitter rivalries win

The peel of bells

Across a winter scene

And he dived down into hell

To deliver water

To souls in purgatory

The Orange smells

The Holly pricks

The cocks fight themselves

To find the biggest dicks

But Someone shot him

On the road to ruin

Caught red handed

By the river Brue in

His red coat

His scarlet tail

The blood was flowing

until the January sale

And we keep our sides of

the garden wall

But I hear he cried

As the buckets fall

Down the well

To fetch the water

Wren, and hen and cottage daughter

Jack is lonesome on the hill

Mary's waiting blood and all

The rose is pricked

Plucked petal

placed in the mouth

Twin tongues call

The Robin sings

all winter to spring

In coldest times devouring

Such little birds but stout of heart

Ever ready reddened breast out

Facing the hedgerows

Turning about

Without a doubt

Like an arrow

Said the sparrow

Like a plough

Said the cow

On garden fork

Said the spying hawk

As gardeners busily work

Won't follow the swallow south

But stick it out

With true grit

As the snow falls 

from the sky's bit lip

And paintings of Christmas quip

Have him chirping about as reindeers skip

But shaded in obscurity, 

the blotting out of infirmity

The raging shout

The angry bull

Whose crying out 

In push and pull

the little snout

with brave pout

sings

Pale man

 whisky for your courage

Pelman for you pale

Pale riders in around your trail

I might be walking out of your city

Or I might be putting off to set sail

Look me up if you feel

like feeling pretty

look me me up I will meet you 

without fail

Whisky for your courage when the wind blows

As it turns around the arms of your white sails

See the flags fly high

And sheets of thunder

Sung like the hymns of god's of wonder

See the plastic bags fly in the tumbler

Raging round like jellyfish of the sky

Flesh is fire's friend

 Oh flesh, my flesh

mortal servant of the lord

Or servant of the fire?

When I watch him on the stage

Expire

Burning

Like a candlestick

He must sit upon the wick

And burn

In flame

And torture

Famine

Oh flesh

Of all the furniture

Fire is your friend

It must burn

In the end

Beyond The nerves

And sinews which extend

What frozen wonder land

Of wasted flesh

Oh flesh is fire's friend

Castles in the clouds

 B minor take me back

Down lanes so sweet

When life was fine

And things were meet

B minor to the E, we'll eat

The flower blossom in our mouths so sweet

The honey suckle on the boughs

The sway of tails of the cows

And grasses green and fields replete

With light summer rain

And swaying wheat

Oh B minor

But I know it's gone

It's only a line in a song

A harmony sung

In castles of clouds

Where I wander

with brow un-furrowed

Grammar Models

 Solace in the landscape

Is pretty

Seems to vanish energy

Seems to take all sorrow

From the doors of perception

Than in a big city the nerves jangle hit

against others

Are sparked off, like a fuse box

And the city lights go out

Dazzling amazing on the water

Languid, never sleeps

Oozing

this nightlife

In the countryside

The quiet night rolls

On, and what is there to do but

bemoan the passing time

The dreary year

In the buzzing city light, and flashes

The promise of glamour

But the dashed hope on the streets

The stammer of steps

that you fall down

Searching for Oz

 looking for Oz

in the underground

Searching for it in the city I found

Looking for riches, and gold

But I found wisdom at the end of the 

rainbow

looking for the wizard in nature

In the hopes of a new year's tide

Searching in the forests

Following up the green aisles

The winter time's bride

looking for it in the sky

We are all walking the yellow brick road

Walking it til we die

Sometimes I am the tin man

Who doesn't even feel

Sometimes I am the scare crow

Afraid of what isn't real

Sometimes I lack courage

But Dorothy pulls me through

As we walk our path of suffrage

What is really real ?

It is me and you

It is the dream of another world

Another place and time

A perfect amalgam

And an illusion

I can't abide

Milkman

 I like the milkman

You like the milkman ah

We all like the milkman

Love in the hills

 Out on the marshes

The endless parade

Of reeds like soldiers

Armies marching in charades

And high above them harriers harangue the pale 

Sky

Where do you expect

The division of labour to fall?

The hawks ask the buzzard

The buzzard ask the train

That rattles on beneath it

Like a bullet through the brain

What can you expect to do, or cut from the bone

When it has been gnawed so much

That the heart is no more a home

And I held you tight but

You fell through my hands like rain

When cupped I supped your water

But couldn't swallow your refrain

If I had my time again I would appreciate

What I had

You offered me life

And I threw it way

Like an apple that went bad

I think my whole existence

could be summed up in just a few words

To live and lose the love we had

passing by like a flock of birds

And yet the whole revelation

comes as some kind of second death

Or a kind of second coming

After a second breath

I tried to breathe easy this time sometimes easier said then done

When I see the gentle countryside

I am in love with

The Bakony hills loom large and black in the distance

Then they disappear but my memories are returning

And stirring in me feelings

of a love that keeps on burning

Translating Rap 1

 Bust a cap in sb's ass = shoot someone in the bottom

Arapaho = used to be a native American tribe = now means a rapper's girlfriend 

Getting jiggy with it = getting sexually aroused by someone or really enjoying Irish dancing

See Will Smith for further details

Pocahontas

 Well, the sweetness

In the water

When I taste your lips

And fleetness of the daughter 

Of the time we kissed

Who is the king who shall fall

And fold his arms

Like Napoleon down waterfalls

Losing all his charms

Biting at the bit

I hold her away from harms

But Geronimo keeps

falling in the forests

And breaking all the farms

Oh Pocahontas come and marry

me

Come with your pan pipes

And sing around my tree

Oh Pocahontas

Won't you come and marry me

And we'll be gone by the morning

Before the doves are set free

Isn't it time?

 Well we never were built to last forever

And it's a shame but it isn't a crime

To know that life lives light as a feather

And its name is "isn't it time?"

Isn't it time you start living in the present?

Isn't it time today, for tomorrow's too late

Isn't it time how life can be oh so pleasant

When you let today be and close sorrow's gate

Oh the birds fly with the wisps in the willow

And the birds speak in whispers and rhyme

And I heard sweet love was left on your pillow

So now let's make ends meet it's around about time 

I walk down the same streets of a wintertime's grime

Eat the same meat, feel the crisp winds billow

through swaying leaves of Birch and Scot's pine

I shed the same tears that I shed last year dear

For the same love that I missed in my prime

Well isn't it time?

I asked isn't it time? That we just live in the present

And let tomorrow go up it's own mountain climb

Oh, well isn't it time?

Fish lines

 Fish from the river

I don't live so much

Fish fall in love

Fish love

Catch me in my fish net stockings

Well stocked

With fish stocks

They rise and they fall on the tide

Of becoming

And I am not someone who has lied

Fish talk

Fish don't talk, they swim up stream

And I scream at them

Watch out for the middle ground

Where the fishermen prey

Watch out

So they stay in the shallows

In the shadows

Under the rainbow

Leaves

And tear at their heart strings

And pull out their guts

And gills

And cry

Washing in the backlash

Of many hooks

That dangle

I am fantangle

I am right angle

Cross haired

And Triangled

Hook line

And sinker

Because I was a deep thinker

And swam too far down

Returnings

 I only have a short time left

I've got to leave

right about now

Some time close to now

I am going

Got to go

The plane is on its way

The run way's black and the clouds are stacked

Upon heaven's highway

My bags are packed

And I'm ready to fly

So don't you make me stay

One day I'll be back

Unless I'm black

And I'm lost on the return journey

Growth Spurt

 If you see me

I've come up short

I have some short comings

I'm short changed in the height department

I had to visit a growth expert

Because I wasn't having a growth spurt

He said you measure up son

You're as broad as you're wide

The birth canal took you for a ride

The grave will open up

On the other side

The other side of what I asked

But he laughed

I might have cried

You mean to say the After life

why did nobody tell you , they all lied?

Yes I thought that

This was it

That I am not as I will quit

That birth and death and chiefly mischief

Were to be

my contentious brothers until I died

No, no said he you have more to go

A whole other world

At the end of the rain bow

From mind the gap,

To off the map

From here to there in

A bear skin suit

What ill-pursuit

No quite hirsuit

Your birthday suit

But whose celebrating?

Only the celebrants 

Only the stars

Starling hunt

 Oooh, oooh, I'm on a starling hunt

looking for inspiration in the skies

I'm starling gazing, quite amazing

Look at the way the big flock flies

Murmuring like a galaxy,

(Andromeda is speaking to me)

Swirling like a Milky way

Shooting like a meteor, a shooting star

Falling in the field of my vision

I'm stargazing on the levels,

Wet with binoculars and telescopes, the other

Astronomers like me

have come to pinpoint constellations

work out how the universe is revolving

by looking at starling symmetry

,symbols and syncopation, the beating heart

of the nebulae, starburst quite

amazing

erupting white dwarf

Red giant blooming like a pillow

Star birth above the willow

Firework explosion of a thousand dancing

suns

And my eyes are crossed, my stars are

crossed

As lovers holding hands

tessellated above the level lands

Where will I go?

 The stars are cold on my back

And my dreams are bold 

though maybe too black

As I walk through the night on the mountain track

Hear the sounds of the owls

And the eyes

The Possum eyes look back

Where will I go?

Where will I go now

Down the long road

Where will I go

now

Swildon's Hollow

 He showed me his cave  

And I showed him my soul

All around Swildon's hollow

Oh he came back from the grave

But his heart burned a coal

All around Swildon's hollow

What can a man do

But show that he's brave

All around Swildon's hollow

I lost my true love

And for her did I crave

All around Swildon's hollow 

Oh the cave it is dark

And the depths they are deep

All around Swildon's hollow 

And the brave a breath take

Just before they do sleep

All around Swildon's hollow 

(Down with the pixie miners)

And the rain ties its bow

Over a Winter time sweet

All around Swildon's hollow

And the bats take a bough

And the rats they might creep

All around Swildon's hollow

Oh should you come walking 

Out in the dark

All around Swildon's hollow

Well the cows will be talking

And the dogs lose their bark

All around Swildon's hollow

Don't take the dark lightly

On your heads wear a spark

All around Swildon's hollow

And light your way brightly

All through the park

Until you find Swildon's hollow

He thinks he's clever

 He thinks he's a genius

But he's really just a cunt

Musing on the pecking of the ground

He thinks he's a genius but I know him

 as a hunter always in search of what he's already found

And all of the tree trunks to him

They lay bare their rings 

For he is a purveyor of such things

After he has cut them down

And like a false king, he wears on his head

Their green crown

Oh he thinks he's a genius but he's

Really just a cunt

He lives in Cunt Towers it's up the end of the road

Everybody knows him,

He's the Neighbourhood toad

He really came from nothing

And built his castle for his runts

He thinks he's a genius but he's really just a cunt

What is a genius but a slicer of pies

Who serves it out to the poor who live

In his pig sties

But he keeps most for himself

He'll be a  fat rich man before he dies

He thinks he's a genius, but he's really just a cunt

But then with all his riches and his mountains of gold

Where does he go when he's beyond the earthly manifold?

Sure his body will rot to the ground

But his soul, will be a haunted one stuck in lost not found

I fear he won't make purgatory, so pray for his soul

I fear it maybe swallowed up by the blackest of holes

Right across the river Acheron where the ferry man Charon punts

He'll be explaining how he's a genius, when he's really just a cunt

Climate change on the horizon

 Climate change on the horizon

It's already here, temperature's rising

And I'm outta range

 Why is all this surprising?

Climate change on the horizon

Low sun red, rivers full of millions

High moon ahead, petrol pumps dryin'

I'm over my head, standing on the pavilion 

And Kangaroos are dead and possums are cryin'

Climate change on the horizon

Look out son it's coming to you

Father doesn't know what the world is coming to

Mother said well I heard it wasn't true

Daughter read better walk in another's shoe

We all can see so it's not surprising

Climate change is on the horizon

Dawn blood red, many rivers over-spilling

Flooding bed stead and the roads are over filling

They tried killing me dead, with their fracking and drilling

That's what the Earth said but she never shed a shilling

Now the crows are overhead and the carcass is thrilling

There's a lane to the land of the dead, but nobody's chilling

Now I'm cold to the bone, I can hear cicadas trilling

It's like getting blood out of a stone, when nobody's willing

Climate change coming, it's on the horizon

The Christmas Market

 Oh the markets were open

Down Glastonbury way

And stalls beside the Abbey foundations

And the way that it came and the way that it sways

The shoppers fulfilled invitations

And parked their trolleys and baskets

And they filled them up to the brim

With presents and books

And old fashioned hooks

And pieces of blue fabric and of string

And they decorated their houses

And they pasted it up on the wall

And the Christmas shoppers

Came out in their thousands

Just to collect up the balls

This was the Glastonbury Market

The fair, the fair of the wares

And they came to see

Just what could be

Then they rushed off to finish their pears

A Night Out

 Beauty and grace are the enemy of old age

Music and dancing

Capture the moment

and bottle it

In all its exquisite beauty

It is in a hug

Or a simple touch

He danced with the tall one and 

The round

The bouncing bosoms

And the sound

Of the crowd

The Strings that were plucked

In the beat and the time

The tall and the short women

The Bodies of prime time

And moving under silk dresses

And sliding 

In their high heels

And tapping on the floor boards

And swaying of their draws

And the beating 

And the violin, the castanets

And the trumpets

Timpani-fandango

Ringing bars

And jugs of water

Filled like

Mountain lakes

And landscapes full

And swallows of mistakes

Flown far above the mottled plain

Out to

The care takers of Mars alone

And care of the colours of the green light

And the colours of the red

And the records ever playing

Going round and round my head

And I remember the pumping fists

And the reaching for the sky

And dancing next to somebody

And doesn't have to try

And the stroke and the beat

As the violins draw across the strings

In harmony that blew the roof off

The Top of the Hall

The bread of life

 you can't give, more than you've

got

And you've got to live inside the slot

And life's a sieve

And the flour is hot

And it falls through the holes

In little spots

And you can't give more than you've got

So come on and fill up my cup

Oh you can't bake

If you shake the pot

Oh the cake won't rise

If the oven's not hot

And Life's a sieve

And time's flour is not

So let it fall through

And make your dough

And roll it around

be you fast or slow

So come on and fill up my cup

Oh bake your bread

Until it is hot

And the yeast is rising

Inside your pot

And life is to give

But take when it's not

So sit down and share it with me

radio carbon

 I tune into to Radio Carbon

I listen all through the night

And the tracks they play

On the records of the years

They really make me feel alright

I can get stuck in the groove

of the tree trunk serenade

And petrified starfish in

Oil sumps

When cars are burning away

I can get hooked on the half life

That some live

While others only dream about

And I want to scream and shout

When the dates turn out

To be more than 30 years in doubt

I say That's way too young man

And you should never have gone so low

Oh Radio carbon let's just

Go on with the show

Well the pirates are running it

Off on their Oil Rigs

Or deep inside the mines

Where for precious stones their dig

To fuel all our technological dreams

Of a highfalutin future

And think ourselves so suave and cool

With our cell phone computers

But what if we knew child slaves

Dug our power, that their lives were cut short

Or strangled in the hour

Of their earliest hopes and dreams

Just so we in rich countries can livestream

Our favourite shows

To our mobile screens

So Radio carbon try telling this story

Let's hear it in the hour

Between rest and toil

Let's throw off this poison

That leaks from our batteries

And makes our heart so foison 

With greed and desire

Let's throw out this technocracy

Out into the hellish fires

All aboard!

 Europe is leaking

The ship is going down

Crossing the English stream

Cashing in on the crown

Lives are overboard

There are no barriers or guards

This lack -loose feeling is nothing so hard

So where is the deterrent?

 The message is Come!

Come gentle migrant

We welcome all with warm arms

Yet only the policy of no

kill and no fence

Is keeping these migrants

From a starving offence

Sure Britain maybe heaven

But really it's not

It's rainy, it's over crowded

And the politics is rot

No one speaks truths worth hearing

Ah the lies are afloat

We cling to them like dinghies

Our lies are our life boats

Collective misappraisal

And mutual illusion

We fall under the spell

of a Government delusion

But we get the politicians

That we want they say

Ultimately this policy of come in

Is just the way

That we collectively would like it to be

But where say the ones with murderous looks

Will it ever stop? Where in the history books

That perhaps they have read but probably not

As it's all just a rhetoric of fear that is hot

On their minds in their souls

And in their pockets at the bar

When they find they are empty it

Reopens a scar

Of inadequacy at their situation

At the powerless plight

Of the underclasses who are still

Down trodden despite their best fight

And then they reach for scape goats 

To fire bomb at night

Or hark back to old England

Which they believe they love or might

Yet probably they hate this rainy old isle

Probably they envy the migrants'

Brave style

To fling themselves in dinghies and escape

The drowning ship

Yet it is also a castle fortress 

That holds their hearts in its grip

And though like the Titanic we might

Swim for the shore

Can we really turn aside 

From the drowning migrant poor?

They hardly are invading, 

They are being rescued out to sea

But there is a policy of policing

France's border which foolish laws oversee

Coupled with faulty advertising

Of Britain as the land of the free

When they are in the migrant camps

They wonder where is the friendly cup of tea?

So don't let's blame it all on these ambitious souls

Who are taking advantage of opportunities

We leave them like trails of sweets and coals

To follow to our door and then

Refuse to let them in?

First change the broadcast message

If the truth of it is paper thin

Tell them it will be a struggle

And they will likely not find proper work

They'll be at the mercy of stronger gangs

Who will exploit them like the hawks

They are and as the weak they will be prey

For the system will likely forget about them

It will be no holiday

If after some years they establish a home

It will likely be in an enclave of a large city

That will be like to them ancient Rome

And The bread and circuses

Will have them battling for their lives

They'll miss their homes and families

Be separated from their wives

So is it all really worth it

To set off from foreign shore

All to find some riches

When in their hearts they'll be poor

black and white

 Stay black for the photograph

Stay white for the mountain top

Stay grey and wash away the rainbow

Of your love

In another pot of illusionary gold

So stay black and white

Before the rising colour God

Who doesn't distinguish

Right from wrong

Only shades of grey

Kick out snow white

And her seven dwarves

Kick out the black knight

And his rabid wolves

All is colour in your eyes

All is the grey wolf

In his disguise

Of the white sheep

Or the black stallion rear

Up on the mountain and run

Down the thoroughfare

Baby, baby

 I've got five fingers

I've got five bananas

I banana

I see one finger

One Gorilla

She said her name was Baby

I said is that with an E or I

She said why changes I

in the plural

Every time you smile

I said now don't you mean simile

No I mean baby

Now you'll tell me its a synonym

No actually it's a pseudonym

Oh I thought it was an alias

Like Baby face

or Julius Caesar

SO are you a singular women

No she said I'm a plural woman

All women are in me

I contain multitudes

We are all just leaf then

Now don't you mean leaves when

The wind blows millions

The trees contain multitudes

Climate change carol

 Wishing for a warm Christmas with no ice upon the trees

There'll be no need for log fires

It will be 35 degrees

And Rudolph will need a shave

Better get a camel in for hire

Because the climate change is coming

Nothing left to save from the fire

Well be hanging up our flip flops

Dressing up in shorts, 

We'll be as hot as rhyming hip-hops

Running in our JD sports

If you hear us carolling, 

It'll have Caribbean tingle

And the Jamaican rum barrelling

Will be our tropical jingle-jangle-jingle 

Light up the barbie we're going

Down under

It's blistering in Tinsel town 

And the decked halls are full of crazy thunder

Breaking all our humid brows

Under the mistletoe

kissing hot lips on cold ships

As the hair dryer wind blows

Up along the scorching streets

And whistles through the windows

Holly wreaths on the doors of nuclear families

Like in a nuclear fall out all sing so happily

Merry atomic baubles to you

I can't see a Partridge sitting in the tree

It's either fallen off his perch

Or flown North to the Arctic sea

Where glaciers are researched

But no scientist has found them yet

They are lost like needle in the burning haystack

Of the gulf stream jet

No more frost on window panes 

but the sea level is rising

Soon it'll be flowing up the country lanes

But let's not be the doom Sayers

Or merchants of ungrounded fears

There'll still be Mark's and Spencer's

And you'll have time to buy some beers

Just relax on your sofa while it's floating

And switch on the King's speech

Hell be uttering he's not for voting

In a climate where miscreants preach

And the equator is sweltering

There are forests on the Poles

And we'll all be for tightening our purse strings

While watching our pennies fall through ozone holes

The twelve days of Christmas revisited

 On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me

a Koala in a gum tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Two polar bears

And a koala in a gum tree

On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a koala in a gum tree

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Five Forest fires 

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Six glaciers glazing

Five forests fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Eight deserts dying

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Nine rains a raging

Eight deserts dying

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Ten Hurricanes hurling

Nine rains a raging

Eight deserts dying

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five Forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Eleven women weeping

Ten Hurricanes hurling

Nine rains a raging

Eight deserts dying

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Twelve men mismanaging

Eleven women weeping

Ten Hurricanes hurling

Nine rains a raging

Eight deserts dying

Seven seas arising

Six glaciers glazing

Five forest fires

Four snow leopards

Three arctic foxes

Two polar bears

And a Koala in a gum tree

At the end of the year

 Corn Stalks fall at the end of the year

and the crown of thorns bleeds in the ear

And the Holy sworn are not here or near

As the corn stalks fall at the failure of the years

And the brown earth mourns

And the leaves they cheer, for the end of the earth

The end of the year

And they hunker in holes, and they hold us so near

Where the corn stalks fall at the end of the year

And the teeth they rot and they go back to the ground

And the farmer's lot is not to be found

And the crows in the cot, and doves make their sound

At the end of the year when the leaves all turn brown

When the leaves all turn brown

And the sloes do come out

And the black berry's crown and then they do shout

And the willows they whisper and the birches they breathe

And the wind is a lister of the hills on its knees

And the nettles they sang and they danced in the breeze

And its all going down like a ship on the seas

Where the leaves turn brown and they catch in the eaves

And the corn storks fall down with their ears and their sheaves

And are scattered to the floor where the Robins are thieves

And they glean and they go, in step and toe, 

finding what they can find and never know

And they haul all the ground, and hold up the snow

As the corn stalks turn brown at the end of the show

Yes, the year's closing down, and everything must go

Ryme and Reason

 Oh the church bells chime

As the tap dancers clap

Foot against pine

In the old methodist hall

And the old piano drops

Pounding notes that fall

Like hammers down a well

Oh the Rhyme and reason of it all

What, where how and why

Of Christian beliefs or

Children who try

To dance in time to the teacher's call

Oh how we try, we do not sigh

The rhyme and reason of it all

Money

 The money we had and money we spent

The money, the money anyway

The money had come, and money did go

And the funny thing was on with the show

Oh on with the show, while the money does last

When the money gets thin, the money shall blast

Away all your hopes and your dreams in the clay

Oh the money did come and it went away

I am reaching for money, I am reaching for hope and glory

I am reaching in the pot of honey, at the end of the rainbow

Oh the money did come and the money did go

And the money never lasted so on with the show

And some people put the money above all

And some people reach and others they fall

Money, money, money and the castles of sand

That fall to the shore when the waves crash and land

Money is a bitch and money is a beach, 

And money is funny and so out of reach

Money comes and goes, just like the passing ships

Money is rich, money it skips

Money it plays, plays down the land

It plays in the rich, the rich fat hand

It falls from the sky, like manna of gold

It falls like the sunlight falls in the folds

Somethings it stays on, and somewhere it goes

Money it comes and money it goes

I want to be an artist and paint its portrait

I don't know if it'd be an ugly man of hate

It don't know if it'd be an innocent child

Who knows not what it does to the world and the wild

Money it should be put behind bars

It should be banned, like speeding cars

But money it will live on, long after I die

Money it comes, falls out of the sky

Some are rich and some are poor

And some want to fly and some want no more

Some have enough, and some don't have any

And some count on love, while others count the pennies 

work in progress

 I've got to tell you about how it came about

The nails were clawing

And the claw hammer did shout

On the snare drum appalling

The singers voice was flat

Then flouting indifference

In a hat after that

I must also mention he loved me

She said

The wood in the garden

Lawn mower in the shed

The eyes of an eagle circled above

But the property ladder was a

Tight fitting glove

Stair way to heaven

And a staircase in Clevedon

And Portishead predicted

The slow rebirth

The steamers were steaming

Ferries crossed the Severn

Chains were hauled by dockers

Sheep talk

 Don't you pull the wool over my eyes

I can tell a wolf from a sheep

And to me it comes as no surprise

To find you're not little Bo Peep

But a scud missile from the skies

Oh the castle keep is seized

And the sheep fold it is rustled

And the mast of the ship is leased

To the Captain who is puzzled

And I follow but I keep

My head away from flies

And I am still among the sheep

Sleep walking in Western lies

In all but one of the cases

I have run out of spaces

And parked my teeth

Into the coconut shies

And then I saw a rainbow

 I was down on my luck

I thought I was a goner

I was going down hill

Like a runaway truck

I took out my dollar bill

And looked through the honour

Just then I saw a rainbow

And the sun shone through

The fires on the mountain were smoking

The smoke clouds blocking my vision

And the in and out of the country scout

Burned my ears with his joking

I sunk down on my knees in derision

I thought it all was doom and gloom

And then I saw a rainbow 

And the sun shone through

Small Talk

 What's the weather like?

What's the weather like?

How you doing?

What's the weather?

I bought a new car,

No you didn't

Yeah I bought a new car 

It's a Nissan

No you didn't

Yes I did

What's it like then?

Quite good.

How's your cat?

Yeah she's well

How's your cat?

Yeah I just said she's swell

No you said she's well.

Yeah and what's your problem?

Well that's no kind of answer... for a cat!

I mean she could be better I suppose, she seems pretty happy

all in all, she sleeps a lot.. Look,why so many questions?

It's called small talk

Oh cool, I'm down with that..

Are you? Because you don't seem that good at it?

I just need practice that's all.

Ask me something then?

How's the family?

Oh yeah, they're fine

That's nice.

Yeah it is, look what time does this meeting start?

5 minutes.

Oh God 5 minutes, look sorry I've got to go and make a cuppa, I'll be back.

Sure, no problem, leave me just like that.

Look we're just chatting, aren't we?

No we're making small talk, nothing's more important than that!

Oh I see, I didn't realize you felt like that about it.

Well I do.

Ok I won't leave you pal, no worries.

Ok thanks.

How's the weather there then?

Look sorry I've a call on the other line, I'll call you back.

Ok no worries, see you later.

Yeah, uh huh...

I long for the mountains

 I long for the mountains

Where the grizzly bears roam

Where there's wood on the fire

And a path made of stone

Oh I long for the mountains

The mountains of home

Where the wood chucks twitter

And call out in tin tones

Where the miner's gold glitters

in the pans full of loam

Oh I long for the mountains

The mountains of home

I long for the mountains

where the fountains they shiver

And you drink up the water foam

Where the trees stand and quiver

And the leaves they shimmer like chrome

I long for the mountains of home

Where there's snow on the caps

And there's ice in the stream

And you know all the maps

And the mice all look keen

On the mountain, where the grizzly bears

roam

I long for the mountains, the mountains of home

Where the kettle's on the fire

And the metals in the ground

And the beef is on the wire

And the moles are in the mound

I long for the mountains

The mountains of home

Where the dogs in the yard

And it's chasing the cat

Where the hogs looking hard 

At the man in the hat

And the child's a sleep under the piano

I long for the mountains

The mountains of home

Where the wind whispers softly 

Through the trees on the river

Where the father of time

He cries stand and deliver

And all of the pines beside they quiver

Oh I long for the mountains

The mountains of home

On The Edges

 It's on the edges of things you find out what's true

It's on the edges of things

Said the crow

You find out what you already know

Edges, and sedges and hedges

Those are places where the wind blew

On the edges of things

Life is free to happen

Out where things cross lines

And borders and countries

That's the reality

It's on the edges of things

Where the dandelions grows

Where the ducks are in a flux

And the bee stuffs its nose

It's on the edges, in sedges, in hedges

It's on the edges of things 

That life really shows

In dragon fly fledges, in Lily pad pledges

In sedges, in hedges

On the edges of things

Is that your sex face?

 Is that your sex face she said to me

Because I think I've seen it

Somewhere on TV

Yes that was me I said with glee

You can turn me on

You can make me pee

In a golden rain of ecstasy

But first get me my brolly

My kingdom for a brolly

Oh it never rains but it pours

When you're doing sex tours

They should make new discoveries

Upon nudist colonies

Oh the natives came running 

Throwing their "spears" at Columbus

And he had to shoot them all

With his enormous blunderbuss

Was it my fault they ran at me he said

Quite miffed

All I did was set anchor at their shores

He said as their bodies bloodied up the cliffs

Oh sex and death and all of this

It really is a case of hit and miss

If you hit death you miss sex

And vice versa I guess

Though like a hit and run accident

She lay there bleeding

And I said I have forgotten my feeling

Let my put my death mask on

Ah now ask me again is that your sex face son?

I shall say yes, indeed it is

As there is no difference

In this petit mort

Except to let out breath and snort

Or gruffly guffaw like a lion or pig

Is that your sex face?, well yes I believe it is

Freeze dried

 tooting cartoon in his tomb

He knew how to relax

He was sure of death and taxes

Because he was freeze dried

Oh Maslow was an Egyptian with

His pyramid of needs

But you watch him turn to stone

When his account bleeds

Because he was freeze dried

Well the coffee in my cup

It comes straight from the beans

But it is not black but colour I have seen

Because it was freeze dried

Well I met the thief in the bar

And went home with him

In the get away car

He sure was as grim as coal tar

 BUT  he was freeze dried

Buttocks

 You buttocks, your buttocks

Your shins and your sandals

Your pins and your vandals

Your scandals of sleaze

Your buttocks or shuttocks

Or closeted muttocks

And tussocks of fussocks

And closets of ease

Oh come from your buttocks

Speak forth your rude shocks

ruttocks and rollicks and rolling your cheese

Down hillocks and hussocks

And hattocks and haystacks

And bayracks, and may slacks

In feysacks of peas

Or pick strawberry tea cakes

Remonstrance bees wax

Or flea tax on market,

Oh do park it please

Your buttocks I mean

Down on your seats

And now you are seated

Then listen well to me

buttocks

futtocks

hammocks

hat tricks

headstocks

shamrocks

bannocks

buttock

cassocks

destocks

Shepton Show

 A is for apple

Just a pure comedy song

Just the way we can grapple for where we go wrong

Live and be merry

Die and get long

Like the shadows in the orchards

When I was young

Cow play of the herd

Instinct, moo movement

Turd ringlet, who ever heard

Of a bull

With a ring in the end of his nose?

Shire horses suffolks

Built like tree trunks and their buttocks

Not even the endless toning in a gym

Could come up to the mark on him

His great grand daddy was an American Stallion

Brought over by the owners

Mustang, no mustang Sally

Drive your rodeo out of town

Clip, clop, tightly prigged

Pony tails of the braids

Like their riders so tight lipped with bit in mouth

And dressage horses,

slim of ankle

Not these tanks,

They have no fur for the clay earth

To clog in

Shoed

The reality of man!

Don't take your trash out

With me inside the can

I don't want to make a mistake but

I think I need a plan

I need to escape from

The Reality of Man

I try to see through your eyes

What I need to be

I don't know if I can

Or its possibility

There really should be 

much more to life than this

Oh I'm trying to escape

The Reality of Man

I need you to understand 

the home of the free

Is a place that I want to go

Whether you are with me

It is in my future plan

How motherly

I can't quite understand

The reality of man

Hope is a chariot that burns across the sky

And every fire fly lands in my eye

Anytime wisdom comes stepping at my door

I must say to wisdom I don't want you no more

Come take my hand, I'm waiting for you

To be wondering sweetly what we should do

And I hold out my best foot, and put it to the ground

And we walk down the aisle of

The reality of man!

Can you swing softly across

The barricade 

Where the wars and the bullets

Are all just manmade

And nothing in this nature can 

Follow this plan

That's why I must escape from

The Reality..

The reality of man

Oh you maybe a leader

Of men or of fate

You can be the seeder 

of love or of hate

Just wait your turn

And mind you aren't late

For there's a train leaving nightly

From the citadel's gates

Don't shoot the messenger

You know his life's bate

To catch the truth teller

Who lies on a silver plate

 You shouldn't try and do things 

just because you can

You need an escape from

The Reality of man

Cosmic lightning crashing

Sprite, elves and blue jets

Dancing in the thrashing

Thunder in the vets

Dogs howling outright

Will be your best friend if he can

But even he must escape from

The reality of man! 

Life will do you in

 Life will do you in

Every last little sin

That you can't be without

That you can't be within

Every laughing lout

In the Tavern inn

Life will do you in

Hear the postman shout

A letter for Miss Gin

Are you in or are you out

He's no doubt

That she is in

Life will do you in

In the news

 Well it's all in the news

Yes it's all in the news

Yes you can talk softly or follow your muse

You can walk down

Long winding views

But word will get out

Yes it's all in the news

It's all in the news, yes it's all in news

The simple life's quashed, underfoot it's bruised

You can pull on your strings

And make puppets to amuse

But don't wait to look, for it's all in the news

The city sleeps softly

Like a shallow stream

Waking at the noises come

Into its dream

Well you can set foot or try to lose

But the fox hound will catch you

And you'll be in the news

Their leaders mean to puzzle you

To outwit or confuse

Nothing's clear nowadays

They will lie and abuse

Only hold a lamp up to each word they say

Take it with a pinch of salt

Maybe the truth will have its day

It's all in the news, yes it's all in the news

They will take you to the mountain

And they will make you pray

And if there is no fountain

For to drink from or pay

Throw your money in your shoes

For a rainy day

It's all in the news, yes it's all in the news, they say

You can treat them kindly

But more will come your way

You can beat them harshly

With the soul of your blues

But the stain never vanishes

Yes it's here to stay

Cos it's all in the news, it's all in the news

They'll write the last word

On the letter of the day 

the whole hog

 You only went half a pig

I was giving it big

I went the whole hog

No snuggery fig

I went the whole hog

The full grog

I went Phileas Fogg

On the world's cog

I didn't go quarter llama

I went full pyjama

I went whole moon

no semi sunrise monsoon

Pigs might fly

Well why can't I?

I went the whole hog

I tried to take it full pelt

Put my pedal to the metal

I was going full tilt

No piggy in the middle

Full dress no tartan kilt

I went the whole hog

Not playing leap frog

On the bottom of the bill

I was the last act

I had time to kill

I needed to check my facts

It was not unfulfilled

I completed my contract

I went the whole hog

I got fully skilled

But it was show time

In the paddy field

I had to pick rice

To make my meal

But it was versa vice

Not a mixed deal

There was no sacrifice

I was not half peeled

I sucked on bitter lemons

I swallowed bitter pills

I went to seven elevens

With fifty dollar bills

And climbed the stairs to heaven

Though some I skipped

I spilled

The milk for the cat

Who never learnt to heel

She had 9 lives

But I knew summer's chilled

The lives that made that

Out of earshot revealed

I went the whole hog

now nothing's left concealed

bird woman

 The woman who turned into a bird

Haven't you heard

She lay down in bed to rest her head

And awoke in a flutter of feathers

From her skin had grown quills

And like the ribs of Adam

Given her chills

In the fridge of Iron

Railings that made her bed

She sprang from the springs

And onto her wings

Turning wildly up in the air

Knocking off vases from places

Then she flew down the stairs

And out of the door 

To the new morning thaw

As the sun called her

Up to the sky

She was free as a bird

Unchained from the woman

to whom she said good bye

Goal Keeper

 The ballad 

Of the Shepton Goal keeper

He thought he'd be a goalie

But he ended a cell sleeper

Deeper undercover

Of the setting sun

You see he's black and white

As a holy nun

Goal keeper

Goal keeper

Now where do you lie

Down in the flowers

Where the sick go to die

Or up in the rafters

With the booms and the bats

Yard bird singing softly

Like a sweet alley cat

Goal keeper Goal keeper

Ring the half time bell

For whom the bell tolls

You know of so well

Bring out your guards

And shuffle your suns

Goal Keeper, goal keeper

So hard when the new day's begun

Shoot straight my pretty

And aim for the heart

I'm in front of the squad

Let the firing start

I open my mouth

But my tongue hangs down

Goal keeper

For England

For King and for Crown

Sing softly my pretty

Let the new day come

The trees whisper briskly

Of change

The murmurs

Of starlings

The circling buzzards

All over the prison walls

With the bandits of hazard

gaol keeper

 He was out on the wing he was in the midfield

He walked the square mile

His legs he did feel

Open air and the blue tent

The blue tent of sky

Was his pitch as he hitched

Another prison lullaby

Sleep softly sleep quiet

Behind

Your hard Iron bars

See wisdom in miles

As the jailed bird jars

Sing like a Canary inside of your cage

Smell gas Or the oven

Or the times of our age

Where is he, how is it?

And where does it come from?

On the Western front

Front, under the shadow of a gun

A cannon rings out

In the new days sun

But sing softly Canary

For we've only just begun

Goal keeper, gaol keeper

Between the posts

Hold your line

Don't let it cross

The shot of Holy Ghost

For if he comes in

He'll surely

Kick down the gates of hell

And let all those lost souls

Right out of their cells

Gaol Keeper

Gaol keeper

Now where is your soul?

In the dungeons

Or is it deeper

Right down in hell

Hold the ball that you've caught

And don't let it fall

To the ground

Kick it hard

And back over the wall

They are playing

They are playing somewhere outside

The match whistle blows

And it's a game of two sides

The voices they yell

But of course you have heard

With your eyes like a buzzard

And Your ears like a jail bird

Gaol keeper, gaol keeper

The disease of greed

 There is a disease and it rises in the tide

And it coughs in the nation

And is spread by the pride

The gods are taking over

And the wild wind blows

In the railway sleepers 

It lies in the throes

It seeps in the heart

From your head to your toes

It gets in your blood

Before you even knows

It's the enemy of love

It's a canker on the rose

Its like the nectar of Gods

And people are the bees

But if it gets in your blood

Then it will make you bleed

Because you've stood on it where you trod

It's the disease of greed

And they push and they shove 

From Suffolk to Greece

They will push out love

It'll wage war in place of peace

And as everyone knows

Wickedness never will cease

You've got it and it shows

The disease of greed

It shows in your face

Your smiles they crease

The little slip of a dove

Carrion crows of unease

They shelter above

In the crown of the trees

But you've got nowhere to go

When you've got

The disease of greed

When you're caught between desire

And the path of the priest

It's like being trapped between

The Devil and the deep blue sea

Keep well your garden

And hoe down the weed

Before its grip starts to harden

In the disease of greed

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

 oh the horse shoes

And the scarlet paint

All these things are so worn out

And blood ties 

In blood shot eyes

Oh the horse shoes

And the scarlet paint

What makes you live a life without taint

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

What takes you from sinner to saint

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

I walk and I want to shout

All these things I have no doubt

For when I was a child

Then I played in the gravel

With the horse shoes

And the judges gavel

Oh the horseshoes and the scarlet paint.

Queen

 If the Queen was my mum

As if I cared or could come

To her dying bed

And pay my last respects

Or comfort her there

If I could show her a picture of how she used to be

And the leaves turn in a circle

In the the car park

And the noise of the traffic

Passing cars

And the Queen has

Died

But 

Son of a dream

 You see it through to the end

You, do, oh you do my friend

Because the ache runs deep

Like the oak trees tap

Which speaks and seeps

And strange how sleep comes not to those who

Wait

But the deaf and dumb of fickle fate

And it is dawn, ticking on the lawn

The sun dial steals a smile

and peek at the clouds

But rain never comes

And the yellow grass hums

And the fathers and babies and mums

Succumb to the heat

Like a Viking invader

raping and pillaging our stores

Of energy

Drinking your water

Vampire fangs

Sucking on the pink flesh of man

A humour hangs

And arrow falls

The lap wing sung

Upon the wall

And out in dried up reed beds

The lonely moor hens rest their heads

Dying or living in chorus

So shall we because we are all connected

On some level I believe

Sleepless in Seattle New York

Or Milton Keynes

It's all the same foot to the metal

It's just the way I walk

Don't block the sun,

Or block the stream

Don't sing what's sung

Or hung what's been

The mother tongue

Is your only Queen

Do what she says son of a dream

Come and gone all unseen

Here comes the Gazprom man

 Gazprom

He was an employee from Gazprom

Arnold Tarkovskj was his name

He held on tight to his dream of flight

But always was swimming up stream

He travelled day and night down the gas line

All the way from Moscow to Kazakhstan

Then he went west into Europe

Ah here comes the the Gazprom man

Come to deliver their Gas to us they say

But surely we have no way of knowing

Their plan

Increase the price it or decrease the flow

Only the GazProm man can really know

Love on the rocks

 I love you, love, love you

Bishop's rock

And way below the ocean where the fishes swamp and swan about

Oh shoe, shoe, shout

Kelis, Kent, and Cunt

No

Clam juice

Prunes and perfect pout 

The trout, true, true

Barney Mc Grew and What a shrew

Shew away the lout

What a louse

Losing his way in the pestilent field of pesticides

And pests

Cross pollinate vests of 

Stripy bees

Borrowing keys to Maiden's houses

And Yet

Yet

I see the swallows wind and wander

Like forgotten star sin wonder

Of such trite bellowed up

Platitudes of Science

That mean nothing to me

I am holding on too tight

She said it

I know

it

Seriously grave matter

 They nearly put me in my grave

I was an archaeologist working in Italy

On an ancient burial ground

The sky turned black

And I was on my back

Just another piece of lost and found

Searching for a body

Anybody down there

Shake my hand

The weather's grand

Living without a care

Dying to get out tonight

You can't go out when you're dead

Looking for some kind of light

Trying to straighten out my head

I feel a poem coming on

 The wind was blowing strong

The cards were on the table

She had a face so long

I thought a horse was in the stable

But then her voice spoke

And it bolted out the door

And I don't want to hear

Her ringing words no more

Oh I feel a poem coming on 

Don't you listen to the slap

The steer pikes are following

Their wraps

The blood that I have given though never was it given

Oh I feel a poem coming on

I'm gonna take my axe 

And cut down the stiles

It is an unfortunate

Tax but it has been gone for a while

And though the people flax

And though the keys

Invention

 A mobile phone piano

pedal operation mobile phone app

Invention 1

 A packaging material made out of potatoes instead of plastic

Way up on the wall

 Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

I see you hanging there

God, God of all

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

I see the devil fighting

With St George or Paul

way up on the wall

Somewhere over there

Somewhere over there

Away from fear

But you bring it near

It is too close to call

He died for our sins

He died for our sins

But sins or not

It's getting hot

Underneath the skin

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

The stations of

The holy cross

Walking past the holy

Ghost

Way up on the Wall

And in the midst of life

We are sometimes lost

Sometimes found

Like a pound on the ground

But we can't count the cost

Way up on the wall

I'm waiting for the fall

Always waiting for the fall

When the curtain comes down

The king loses his crown

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

In the Church of 

Peter and Paul

Hanging there like a pear

Waiting for the apple to fall

Ever East

 Ever East, they kept extolling

The virtues of the Northern trolling

Like a pack of hungry wolves

Baying at the bar room brawls

And laying out their cousins flat

With the guard room mower

And the Frenchman's cat

But I see no ships said the sailor

Who spied and spied with his eye

But none could back up the failure

To launch or the success to fall

As a moon rocket or a thunder ball

And choking on the second chance balloon

That coughed up from the song of stomach Hume's

And looms of lice

And virtues paid for in paradise

We sequestered the lion to pull Daniel Through

The eye of the needle

And the Camel's pill

That once swallowed could

Yet be sniffed at

Though really the steam roller

Kept running him flat

And coughing

Oh the corners breached

Just the coffin sound that screeched

Like a howling bird of flight

Unfurled like a flag so bright

And reached into the great unknown

That was America then

When I was young

And wished for it again to be

Home of the brave and land of the free

Three blind mice

 You see he plays his part

Like an Eagle in a cage

Never knowing who to call on in his

Times of rage

And she the sun shone on

All through the plotted page

Just a story or a song

Just a triangle of age

How can she compass

The truth is in the Spire

And the Church stands there

As a badger in a choir

Singing to the underground

Of worms, and grubs and flowers

Whose roots have all been eaten

But They still love the sun's powers

Oh she waged a war across the Martian stage

And caterwauled her fairy dust

With the backgammon

And she visited the house

Of the three blind mice

Now none of them could see the world

But they all could tell the future

But the tales they told

Could never be foretold

Except of course by the Butcher

And so he cut off their tails and kept them hanging

So around and around their heads went banging

And they ended up in St Margret's hostel

Then they ended up in Bristol

And they started a band called Three blind mice

Until one was shot with a pistol

It was a harvest mouse with a grenade launcher

And he stayed the night in a cannibal hotel

He rang for room service then wouldn't you tell

Who turned up was the Butcher

He held three cards in his hand

And asked the mouse to take his chance

And so he did and the shot rang out

And the house of cards it fell down flat

With the King of Diamonds and Queen of spades

Head down in the concrete of the lamp shades

That kept on flickering on and off

And the harvester took what he could of the soft

Cheese that melted over the hares, and the dogs

Howled out in the Welsh rarebit valleys

But no Prince could be seen

Only the head of the poor old Queen

That rolled down the hill

Back to Jack and Jill

Who held the Ace of Hearts as bill and fare

For their journey

And broken crown

But who always knew

Were the three blind mice

Oh they ran and they ran

But could not escape

No they saw their future

But still had to meet their fate

Little cottage by the sea

 The windows to the sea

The sea of opportunity

The seagulls

Flying free

And you and me

For Eternity

In that little cottage

By the sea

In that little cottage by the sea

Where we can look out into the waves

Waves in the windows

And fish jumping free

White hats of the sailors

Bobbing to meet me

In that little cottage by the sea

Sea cliffs so mellow

Bellow and breeze

Fresh wind of fellow

Fish salty ease

Me too

 You who let sleeping dogs lie

And choo, choo the poo poo train

You who mew upon the morrow

Who sew up and borrow 

All things blue from weddings

Where you weed out the sorrow

And string it up on washing lines

Like the verse of the hearse

Or laugh at funerals

Or entice the Gods of war

To run amuck through the graveyard

Of second chances, 

You must blow like the wind through the branches

Of the Elder and the Yew

Yew who, like the owl, wearing a scowl

And a cowl ready to howl at the bowels

Of the Earth when they open up your plot

And find you forgot to love the things you got

Or you gave away what was given you

You owl ghost of the night post

Squawking and calling You who

Twit twa woo, twit twoo, you who?

Me too.

I hold counsel with the friends of dwarves

And shadows under shelves of course

I carve up the lion's share and give away kingdoms

To Unknown warriors, and Unborn youth

To inherit the flesh and tumble

Yet nothing can flash and stumble

Like lightning on wounded knee

Or stills of scenes of tragedy

That play out here home or abroad

I must leave now before I get bored

Dirty Street

 Take me to the mountain

Take me apart

Like the rock may I never break

My heart

Take me to the mountain

Sweeping

Up on dirty street can be a 

Hard place to beat

Meeting crowds and passing feet

All walking down Dirty Street

I wish that I 

Didn't live here

Wish I didn't have this job

This town is getting me down

To the point where I nearly sob

On Dirty Street

In rainy town

Where the pigeons keep

Flyin around

And the seagulls beak speaks

A harsh sound

On Dirty Street in Shepton Town

I don't know if I'll ever get clear

It's gonna take a lot of running

To get out of here

Because the cops pull you over and 

Look at you queer

On Dirty Street

You've got something to fear

On Dirty Street

I'm cleaning up my act

I'm gonna get myself together

And file all my facts

And put all my ducks

Out in a nice neat row

On Dirty Street

With the bright rainbow

I hear her voice

 I hear her voice

In my day between the sheets

That blow in the breeze

As I lie in bed asleep

There is a pain that doesn't ease

I hear her voice when I am going

Down the path

And into the deep

And I wonder will I ever see her

Is she gone forever from the watch I keep

I hear her voice

Across the waves

Across the waves of the sea

And as I'm standing on the cliff tops

I hear her voice when I am free

Paul St Community Hall

 The Paul Street community hall

There he goes riding 

Down from Bristol town

Across the Mendip hills

John Wesley

Riding like a fire fly

Alive with zeal and skill

Burning, burning passion

Driven convicted will

Build up all my churches

Bring the men to church

Lead the congregation

Through the slump and lurch

Out of heavy industry

Out with coal and oil

Give them some salvation

Which is worthy of their toil

Lift their spirits in the hall

Of the Methodist

Reciting in the circle

Hear the cheers go round

Circus shorts

 The circus came to town

The ringmaster and clown

Not pulling any punches

Pulling lots of hair

Pulling over drivers

Screw drivers and survivors

And Pirates are walking around

With performing bears

She held a tiger in her hands

And camera in her pocket

Little miss Lucky locket

Forming figures

From the statues of dancers

Standing like a straight up and down

Bottle of Champagne

Bursting in bubbles

Walking in vain along the tight rope of years

Like hamsters in cages they rolled

Turning mechanical crane

Running round in circles

In the circus of the years

She is tied up and let down

Always the pull if you're a twin

Of the invisible string

The almost shared placenta

The picture of the womb

The acrobat and the firm believer

In the miracle room

Painting pictures on the ceiling

Of Adam touching God

And the trapeze artist

and aerialist are reaching

Ever reaching to hold the horse shoe

Shod

And in between the tug of war

Over the fair share of good luck

She picked up the horse shoe

And the elephant trod

And up and down and all over the town

In the arms of the clown

And the Ringmaster pursued them

With his crown of thorns

And bleeding stigmata palms

All the way through the lavender farms

And shook them down

And the bees shot out

The bees buzzed out

The way I see it

 The way I see it

That's just the way I see it

You could be down on your luck and blue

But if that's the worst thing that's coming to you

You're pretty lucky

That's the way I see it

You could be fighting a war

That means nothing to you

But instead you're home and dry

Scot free I'm sure

At least that's the way I see it

Blindman

 Feel like a blind man

Lost in confusion and fear

I keep moving around 

But no one comes near

I'm on foreign ground

And the rules are not clear

Won't somebody tell me

How to get the hell out of here?

Lost and found on the merry-go-round

For another year

Shepton Mallet Prison

 Prison is a prisoner now of the town

It has been snared caught out by time

Kept preserved like a jar for its spirit

Of suffering, for tourists macabre sense

Of right and wrong, mistrusting themselves

Tempting themselves

To touch a darkness, they are afraid, yet thrilled by

Psychodramas played out

Within four walls

But what happened to them?

The ghosts, sure some died there

Were executed

For others it was their home

They did their time moved on

They are outside now

Trusting in the saving power of justice

And the reforming power of incarceration

The negation, the absence of life

Where liberty is a privilege not a right

Where is the prison? The town, the society

In which they do not fit

Are they locked up to keep them away,

Or to keep us away from them?

What is a wall, but an osmotic barrier

Through which they can still see

yet keep the time more preciously

Every hour can seem like a day

To try to make it work, make time pay

Learn a skill, learn to read or write

Learn the value of life

It is a school, in some way the hardest lesson

Was it a blessing?

Was it a fate worse than death?

A social death surely

The comedy of it all

 It could always be worse

That's just the luck of the draw

It's the roll of the hearse

As it pulls up at your door

Ironic of course

But who says comedy is poor

Rich as a beggar in a grave by the shore

Lay me down in the sand

I don't want anymore

I'm too dog tired to stand

And I hurt to my core

Give me a leg up or lend me a hand

I'm run out of egg cups

And my soldier understands

You can't be a saint if you aint

You can't be sinner and live on paint thinner

Just get fat on the wages of a cat

effle tower

 Oh see the rocks from the high ups fall

They've climbed so high above it all

They toss down stones like they're the gods

If the shoe were on the other foot

Would they know how they've been shod?

For do we walk in the shoes we've been given since birth/

Is there only one path to tread on this fine earth?

From cradle to the grave, you must know what life is worth

Don't spare the gravy on the main course

For you may be left with only sloppy seconds

You never know, where your next meal is coming from

And you cannot be complacent without a silver spoon

Though you can try to eat the star dust that falls from the moon

You'll be hungry as well so take a side door out

If you can't win at the system, you must try to shout

And if playing and yelling doesn't get you anywhere

They you better believe you must escape the dragon's lair

Still there is more to it than that

Why deny the obvious fact

That some will follow rule and command

Do the bidding of the high ups

And as in a chain, They will pull themselves up

Hand over hand until they're at the top

And then....

Body lines

 Did you eye it, or did you leg it?

And was it legit, when you elbowed in

You may shoulder the blame

I can't believe you have the gall

To look at me at all

Not with all that spleen of shame

And why did you knee him in the balls

I'm sure it took some of them

Could you not have used your loaf

And headed him instead

It was me who footed the bill Fred

Was it you who fingered me to the cops

Or Pops, were you top of the tree crops

Missing the missiles, miles from home

Homing in like a pigeon, to the only

Loving garden gnome

Who stands awaiting Satan to turn up with Adam's bone

But yes I said to Saddam, it was like a bullet to the brain

Village fete

 You see them at the village fete

So long so long

and old gestate

The blooming maggots of the apple

The grooming faggots in the chapel

The dial up a cele-braty singer

The bells of the church tower ringers

Tiling the bats and cats from hell

Upon the cob webbed windows

Of lives Turned pell-mell

And yellow roll the olives

In the lady's cocktail

As she shakes her maracas

at the sailors who set sail

And cast away the wigs

of the bald and riddled with disease

And try to pull out their thumb

From the plumb of youth with ease

But the dam is always bursting

And the priest is on his knees

And the canal dogs are thirsting

For another lonely tramp to seize

I came and saw the village that seemed

To me such rot

Of all we had before

Of all that once was hot

But now

Cold meat and mutton

Are served upon the plate

And only rabbits made of cotton

Can lift a smile of late

I seem to see the sky fall down

I seem to see the sunset frown

But whether blue or whether brown

I cannot tell, or it is all too late

Anglo traders

 Anglo traders, were they Saxons

Or Viking invaders

Crusaders, or raiders of the loot

This block is sailing out the boot

Car lot, parking lot

Lancelot

Sling shot

David and Goliath dream

Fire starters in the stream

Anglo traders

Whaling cream

Brill it over the oily sheen

Ready with deals

Of the Windows clean,

Smart panel nailers

Hobs and washing machines

Stoves, loaves and everything between

This Harrods of Shepton

Suffers no gleam

It is not lacking in lustre

Nor lusting for a duster

Hustling for a hustler

Busy hustle bustle muscling in

It is a statement surely

Industrial pride

Giant survivor

Of a world left behind

No these Anglo traders will not abide

They may vote for trump

But not for cyanide 

Windows beautiful

Light fantastic

Lager lager

Morris cocks and Clark

Haskins

Giant halls and mirrors

Status of the winners

I wish for a dream

Of Anglo, angles

And English Angels

And heroes of the barrel heart

They had a lot of bottle 

To start

And I have lost more

Than I have gained

As have these angel traders

In their  parade where they reigned

Rings of the waves

 There were heart songs

Singing on the radio

Mulled wine brewing by my elbow

Culled dogs lying in the window

And shores sleeves blended into shadows

There were sick sucks stunning in the Bilbo

Mill streams rubbing on the rainbow

Bring boat burbling in the dingoes

Howling at the heat of the shadows

Stinging in the knees and the Nando's

Trailing on the pea body and the big toes

Shooting Red Indians by the Cowboys

Hollering round the wigwams of Geronimo

Saint Suds with potatoes dud

Fortran  concluded yellows

Shoals of fish in the shallows

Synthesized wishes of the willows

Don't put Truespeed in my grave

 They send Truespeed through my grave

They send Truespeed to my grave

I was trying to get a moments rest

Then this buzzing came into my nest

They send Truespeed through my grave

I worked my whole life long

Just to sing you this song

Can't you see I don't need it anymore

I got no need for your speed

I've already left the shop floor

You don't want to disturb the departed anymore

Don't you wish you were down here with me

Just lying in rest for eternity

And how would you feel if someone came up to your plot

And started to dig a hole in the only soul you've got

Oh don't put True speed through my grave, don't put Truespeed through my grave

Come on now Dave don't put Truespeed through my grave

Don't put Truespeed through my grave, don't put truespeed in my cat

don't put Truespeed anywhere near that, hello cat

Ah you can dig up all the gardens, you can dig up all the drains

Even concrete hardens under the falling rains

Break apart the roads, or carry heavy loads

But don't you put true speed in my grave

There has gotta be one place on this fine earth

That I can get away from the internet of worth

Just don't put Truespeed in my grave

Oh such a quiet place it was when I first came here

Hardly anyone around me, no nobody was near

But then they kept on dying and filling up the plots

And I'm only sighing because its the only thing I've got

Oh Give me peace and quiet, 

Give me peace and eternal rest

I don't need your digging your drilling I will buy it

Just like I bought the farm and the rest

Oh don't you put Truespeed in my grave

don't you put Truespeed in my grave

I don't need to find the nearest shop to save

my pennies anymore,

 I've got no need for food and anyway I'm far too poor

Yes don't put Truspeed in my, don't put Truspeed in my,

don't put Truespeed in my grave

I don't need to follow the football on sky TV

I don't need  three, four or even five G

There's no need for broadband

And I can dial up for free

I count on my fingers oh one two three

don't you put Truespeed, don't you put Truespeed  in my grave

I've got a direct line to God

I don't need no internet provider to tell me how it's shod

Or give me a good footing

in six foot of soil

I don't want to foot the bill

For all your toil

don't put Truespeed  in my grave

 I've got much less than I had before

But in many ways I've got so much more

Yes I've got my peace and quiet 

and I'm left in peace yes

I just hope that they don't start the digging that will never cease

Don't put True speed in my grave

The magic stone

 The stone lay there on the burnt hillside

She was the only survivor of the fire tide

And this was a magic stone

That had been enchanted by a witch

Who laid it there after her lover died

And it gave all love to those who touched it

The magic passed on as it went

It was turned over and over again

Its painted runes and images

Left it up turned and faced

Picked up and dropped by passers by

Who inspected it and said the words to themselves

In a half sleepy, half enchanted manner

And then forgot what they were doing

And dropped the stone back

on the side of the path

And in that way the stone got all its words out

It was being picked up and passed on from hand to hand

palm to palm and left back in the grass for hours or days sometimes

Over night the snails crawled over it or birds landed on it

And pecked their beaks against it

But it remained a stone, a magic stone

Til one day the witch returned to reclaim it

She took it up in the middle of the night 

Under an oak tree and wept for her long lost lover whom she

knew not where he was but was off adventuring some place

And all the people who had touched the stone passed on

and talked to another

And somehow they passed this magical story on

As they spoke or shook hands with others

There was the look in the eye as if something passed between them

Something unknown and unspoken

Yet still there was a feeling and this sense

That they were searching out this unknown man

and his whereabouts - Have you seen him?

Their look seemed to ask

Though it was so quick that not much could be done

Yet even though it was quick it passed on to the next

and then the next, and then the next in succession

Until handshakes all around the world were shook

And greetings and meeting eyes exchanged their glances

Until at last one of the handshakes shook the hand of the missing man

The missing lover

He was a great northpole explorer who had given up his hiking shoes

To return to life in Cambodia

He was fishing now on the sea

And he shook hands with a traveller from America

It seemed

Who had frequented the bar where he dropped in

On the beach side

Called the Cambodia Inn

And he laughed to see him there

And he shook his long black hair

And the black cats stared at him

As black cats do, who know that

Witches wishes come true

And they are wise in their ways, 

and in their treading paths

And they say this Cambodian cat can see

with two eyes in to the Siamese sunrise

And the fisherman now who was really the long lost lover

Looked into the eyes of the man who said

Have you seen him?

Seen who he asked outright

Seen the witch's missing lover

The witch's missing lover it rang a bell

That once he had loved a woman

and had fallen under her spell

long, long ago, and he could tell

That this was perhaps the very same woman

Yes he said it is I, I did not realise she was a witch

I did not realise what I had lost when I did switch

Somehow I betrayed her love to leave for my own adventuring life

For I wished to reach the Northpole and to explore many regions of the

world unknown

I wished for fame and glory and yet it cost my soul

Well the witch wants you back

Said the American

The witch wants me back?! How could I , how can I go back now?

And yes he said well what will you do now?

But before he asked the question,

He knew he must find the witch

Or that the witch now knew his whereabouts

For she had enchanted the stone

And somehow this news would travel back

Through all the black cats she had known in the past

Through their eyes and their looks

And their walks upon the wall

And they would come back and deliver her

Her lover and all, deliver her lover and all

So gradually when the American left the explorer

Whose name was Nathan

He passed back and saw the people in his hotel

And they said who have you seen?

I've seen the lover, the long lost lover. 

And he passed this news on with a shake of the hand

and a look of his eye to his other travelling companions

and they went their separate ways

And both shook and looked and took and gave

Their glances and

took their chances and had romances

all the way to France's shores from Cambodia

All across the Asian continent

All across the Russian Steps and up into the Scottish Highlands

Where the magical stone slept

Until they touched the stone again

And it turned

it turned over on itself

And began to spin, and began to shine

And then began to bleed

Like a lonely heart into the soil

And turned it red

And when the witch was passing next

She saw around the stone that bled

The blood of the love that was lost

Her own blood for the stone 

Was her heart you see

And he saw her heart was bleeding

Under the oak tree on the hill

And she picked it up

And put it back inside her chest

And said

I'll keep the blood flowing through me

For my blood is blessed

And I'll show the way into the light

The light of loveliness

And so went, and so we went, and so

We went and we went

And the woman came back

And the man returned

For he had lost and he had learned

That losing love is like being burned

And soon he would know that hell hath no fury

Like a woman scorned

And so he came into the Isles

Of Britain with its smiles

And with opening arms, it welcomed him back

And sure enough the charms

They jacked and saw him off, and saw him in

On the boats where he sailed

Within

And said to them

Now what is this?

I am in search of the witch

Who cast a spell and I knew well

I found no log to slumber under

She asked me to return a while

And so I did, and so I did

And in the moon light the witch now

Flew upon her broom

And the wind that grew into a gale

and flew and flailed at her sides

But she held on for she was strong

And she threw, and she threw

love down there, and she threw it

in his hair

This dust that dropped

This magic pixie dust

that fell from the sky 

like starlight

And it landed upon the travelling man who was

wandering there without a plan

Except what the black cats told him

Which was to travel North

until it enfolds him in the clouds and the swirling sky

And above he felt the star dust lie

Upon his brow

Upon his head

He looked around and then he said

Is that you my long lost lover?

My witch queen who I discovered

Is that you who love ago told me

I her heart had stole

And that I would forgo the love

If I went my own way

She said yes it's me

Who you betrayed

And my heart it bleeds almost everyday

For it was stone but now its blood

And perhaps there is life after the flood

For tears have welled up and the rivers run dry

And perhaps the blood of life cannot die

And suddenly the love was given to him

And she flew like a bird on the wing

And picked him up

Upon her broom stick

And they sailed away 

into the moon's ocean play

As it rolled on through swirling clouds above

And they kissed in the sky

And they made love

As only a witch can do

On the fourth day of June

After a new moon

And Soon it will be

A midsummer's day

And you will still see them

Up there in play

The lovers swoon

Under the moon

They say

They say

Yes the lovers swoon 

Under the moon

They say