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