Dead men's shoes blues

 I'm walking around in a dead man's shoes

But he had a big foot print

So I know I can't lose

I'm still walking around

In a dead man's shoes

I wouldn't say it harms me

I wouldn't say I've got

The same size feet as him

But I can still fill his plot

He's got big boots to fill

And currently I've not

Still I ain't got the blues

Just walking around in

A dead man's shoes

Don't kill me with kindness

But you can kill me with love

Hate is an engine 

And its mind is hot

I've seen a freight train

Rolling into the lot

But these dead man's shoes

Keep me living my plot

Your kind of love 2

 Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

You can't give enough

Then you leave me in limbo

Going to to the supermarket

Looking for the best price Oh

Your kind of love 

always comes with proviso

I might walk the line

Then miss it by a mile oh

Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

I see the dove fall apart

Tumble into the Nile oh

The dogs cease their bark

And the Cheshire cat smile oh

Frogs spit their dart

Of poisonous bile oh

Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

Robin versus Blue Tit Rap battle

 Robin:

Hey what you think about me

Think I must be just a loser

Hanging round in a tree

Well, I'm the boss in the moss

I'm the stig on the twig

You see a red bolt

You better run, see

I'll be Robbin', I'll be bobbin'

I'll be mother freakin' hobbin'

In the cobbin, I'll be knobbin'

Knocking on your door like a dobbin

Blue Tit:

Yeah, yeah Robin you be fly

You be cruisin in my big blue sky

But watch out

You don't get a stick in your eye

Cos I'm pullin out out my bazooka

Gonna shoot ya in the pig sty

Gonna cream ya, double dream ya

Gonna make me some red robin pie

You ain't getting out of the net I set

I'm gonna trap ya in the lap of the God's Say Ey!

Robin:

Yeah Blue Tit tittin' you be spittin'

Some dope rhymes, I see you try

But don't be pittin' yourself against the best

You know I'm blest, I'm the freakin' one and only

Robin red breast

Now what you wanna talk shit for

Acting like you're True Grit your

Out on a limb Blue Tit, 

Just a Nip on a rose hip

You're a cold lip, But I'm some red hot shit

I'm gonna bee bop, beat drop

and sink you and your Blue Peter ship

Sure You think you're all that

Parading with your buddies

Round the one mile flat

But you be Mulberry bushing

You best be shushing in the hat

Drop your keys on the mat

You be leaving my territory

Like a little pussy cat

Blue Tit:

Now Robin you be Robbin

You be stealin' those things that don't belong

To ya bro,

You think you're my friend no!

Or that you can overthrow my reign

No, now go, 

I'm the only king of the tree

It's my Blue zone territory

I wear the blue crown, 

cos I'm real regal see

You're the false one

Like false teeth

You be chatting and prattling

Yap, yap yapping

Well little doggy

go bark up somebody else's tree

I'm the sayer, I'm the player

I play tic tac toe

On your little Robin show

I'm the slayer, mine's the wolf's lair

if it's tit for tat, then take that Red Crow

Hey yeah

Robin:

Yo, yo, now you're in my way it ain't good

And only I do the Robbin in my neighbourhood

I'm the thief, I'm gonna rob, gonna lob and corn cob ya

Stick you on a spike, gonna kibbab you on the MIC

You be fryin' ,

you be cryin' in the fire of my rage

You talk like Blue thunder, 

but I think you're a canary in a cage, 

you be so yellow, 

I could drop you on the brick road 

when you say hello

I'm gonna sellotape your beak shut, 

You dumb beech nut see?! 

speak when you're spoken to only

This my freakin tree 

Inside of my soul

D  I wish I could be young

(E open )But I feel so G old

D I don't know what's going on 

E Inside of my G soul G7

D I've got pictures of you

E Hanging in my G hall

D It's like it's all painted blue

E Inside of my G soul

 C And I need you in G my life

C And I want you as G my wife

C7And I feel you like G7 a knife

D Cutting deep E inside of my G7 soul

D I've got a heart made of flesh

E And a body of G bone

D And it's all such a mess

E When I am living G alone

D I call you the best

E That I've ever G known

D The only one to live deep

E Inside of my G soul G7

And I need you in my life

And I want you as my wife

And I feel you like a knife

Cutting deep inside of my soul

The outside is dark

And the moon it is whole

I think of the park

So I go for a stroll

And I guess that a lark

In the morning will roll

out it's beautiful tune

Inside of my soul

C And I need you in D my life

C And I want you as D my wife

D7 And I feel you like a knife

C Cutting deep inside of  G my soul

Too many Roses

 I walked upon a clotted hill

Too many, many roses

I fought for Virginia for capital

Too many, many roses

I thought of where the creeper lies

Too many, many roses

And blow my bubble gum dollar bills

On too many many roses

But what fore art you loathe to kill

Too many, many Roses

Love shall kill from window sill

Too many many roses

Said Romeo to her Juliet will

You marry me for my poesies?

And She said Romeo, I surely will

For too many, many roses

I lifted the lid on the fairy tale til

Too many many roses

Surrounded the castle where rapunzel shrill

Cried too many, many roses

And dead men tell no lies still

under too many, many roses

The Bloody Chamber

 We've read about necrophilia

paedophilia, and sarcophagia,

Never was it sillier 

than in the foothills of Transylvania, 

it was real turn pager

 blood sucking villanella

Sometimes a bit like Norman Mailer

But always made me chillier

Like on a cold November

But let's always remember

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

There were hounds of love

And bats that bite

There were velvet gloves

And sword fights

Pistols at dawn

And chilling cold nights

Til you almost gave up your birth rights

As in a cold November

So let's all just remember

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Carter was smarter

Than a dumb darter

Her arrows hit the mark

Her archers were marchers

Who walked with triumph through the dark

Her heroines were Amazons

Her Amazons were Transylvanians

Her heroes were English men and women

But so were her villains

The Marquis did some bloody deeds

All grown out of twisted lily seeds

Of Ancestries that forced him to dismember

So let's just remember 

in this cold November

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Her mirrors were clearer than the hearer

With the lupin lugs

Her hugs were colder than the shoulder

That to a lover shrugs

Her characters saw themselves

Finally walk off her bookshelves

And into bright sunlight

And even the moon could sing her tune

And sew her yarn through silvery night

So let's remember on this cold November

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

alright!

We've read of Dukes that make you Puke

Counts that had to mount

A child meek and mild

And pure as driven snow

Driven mad by his desire

She melts like ice in fire

And it's in the seeds the countess sews

A Countess I confess

I couldn't count a less

Unless she wore a headdress

made of Desmond Tutu's

Underwear

But a panting and a vamping

Went The Lady of the House 

Camping out under the stars

Of Jupiter and Mars

And Lily Plants and Geraniums

Rose gardens and Mister Lyons

Falling from Iron railings

And fathers breaking cars

And a daughter who never oughta

had got with that sorta

Fella, 

but at least he was a beast

And not a Vampirella

All under my umbrella

ella, ella, ella

Wolf Alice

Just like Cinderella

Sweeping up her Cinders

In the kitchen cellar

On a cold November 

So let's all just remember

Not to forget the bleeding, bleeping

Expleting and secreting, let's have

a secret meeting

I'll get some dead meat in

Bloody Chamber

Alright?

There were spaniels

 serving Jack Daniels

Pulling thorns from Lyons sandals

And midnight candles

Burning in the halls

There were vandals

Door handles

and phones

There were crones and bones

And stones

And Exs and hexes

And four poster bedzes

And medzes of witch doctor

Tones

There were juvenilia paraphernalia

Not a paranormal failure

Nor a whiff of a storm

To be seen

Just a dream or a nightmare

Just Christ or a grizzly bear

Bearing his teeth at me

Devourings and showerings

With dollars for dowries

And flowery soury swedes

And powers that be, and powers that won't

And the wont of the seas

And the tides and the moat

And votives and motives

And ravens and cravens

And graveyard eyes of big blue skies

And whole goodbyes

And half moon sighs

And long white lies

Like fingernail size

That grow in your hand

In the night

On cold a November like this

So let's just remember 

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Of Angela Carter

Alright!

Homophones

 Buy some new shoes Hungary

sole - soul

Will that bee be on the flower in an hour?

Our house in the middle of our street.

hour - our

In an hour we will be at our house

In an hour the bee will be on our flower

I keep my soul in the sole of my feet

It's way passed the hour, our hourglass is passed the time in the present not the past

Two bees or not to be said the hour to our hourglass

The harder they come

 I was on the up

I was ready to fly

I was so hung up

And left out to dry

But I sure messed up didn't I

Well the harder they come

The harder they fall

I was all used up

On a dirty road

Far from the sump

Of the motherload

The gold was dark

And the dark turned cold

But the harder they come

The harder they fall

So slew me now

So that I may die

But be quick with your draw

Mind that stick in your eye

You know they'll make you turn

Or they'll watch you burn

But all you can do

Is die or learn

So the harder they come

The harder they fall

Just like that rock

High up on the wall

The harder they come

The harder they fall

And it could be a boy

Or it could be a girl

But the harder they come

The harder they fall

You could be a pebble

Upon the shore

When the tide comes

up you're gonna roll for sure

Because the harder they come

The harder they fall

And how many are there

Who could answer your call

When the lights go down

And the curtains draw

The harder they come

The harder they fall

And some nights are hard

Too hard for sure

When there's no shoulder to cry on

Except the shadow on the wall

The harder they come

The harder they fall

Don't make up your make-up

Before your tears start to stall

I won't believe your eyes

Before you believe yours

The harder they come

The harder they fall

How to be alone

 I never learnt how to hold my own

Before I met you

I never learnt about the great unknown

Before you kicked me out of house and home

I never learnt but now I'm learning

how to be alone

Oh the tiger's of the night they 

are my rescue

Growling mouths and eyes bright

stalking through the fescue

And if you turn to me and laugh

About how all the photographs

Come out overexposed or under

Developed

Then I'll say I was learning how

to be alone

Stop wearing my heart on your sleeve

 If we can make it through to Christmas

Then

Maybe it won't be half so bad

If we make it through to Christmas

I will laugh and shake hands with your dad

My heart was on the table

In the heart transplant

I really thought him able

But the surgeon said "I can't"

"I can't do it, Frank!" 

"This isn't what I was meant to do

Now I'm starting to cry"

Go on and pass me a tissue

I said to him look here Steve, just try!

This is your job

Just try to be a professional

Get back in the Zone

And make whole the decimal

He said, no I won't, I'm leaving

Now that's what I'm going to do

But I cried you can't leave

Why not, you can't stop me!

Well you're wearing my heart on your sleeve

Oh at least donate to me your kidney

Or play me the smallest violin

You must surely be kidding me?

But Steve said I'm maudlin

I said Steve, I don't care if you're Admiral Nelson

Or Napoleon with one arm

You can't leave the operating theatre

With my heart, you could do me harm

Come right back in here this instant

And put it back where it's meant to be

Attached by the left ventricle

And by the pulmonary artery, is that clear

But Steve did come back and he attached it,

But his head wasn't thinking straight

For he attached on end to my nose

And I've had more nose bleeds of late

Then he tried the right ear

And oh I filled up with blood

It wasn't that I was seeing red,

but that auditory canal did flood

Finally I said Steve

Put my heart back where it's meant to be

Hove

 Heave ho

There are the cliffs

Westward bound

Heave ho

Shove off the sandy banks

In these mermaid ground

Low lie the jellyfish

Wriggling and writhing

While I'm in the crows nest

Rigging up the line 

Then

Hove, there she blows

She hove into view

Heave ho

On the line

That brings her into view

Over dunes falling down

Like deserts of sand

A thousand diamond water droplets

Crash in my hand

Heave ho

And the fluke splashes the water

Heave ho like rebukes

run from the mouth of the daughter

Heave ho as the lances

Shove in for the slaughter

All as the whale hove into view

Come through

 Did you come here?

Did you come there?

Did you come through for me?

When the night starts to darken

And cold is the air

Oh did you come through for me?

Where are the fireworks?

Where's the marching band?

Did you come through for me?

Where are the jugglers?

Sword swallowers and

Did you come through for me?

I put it in your hands

I left it up to you

Oh did you come through for me?

Did a landslide happen 

Did it slip out of your hands

Did you come through for me?

While I was looking for salvation

Did you make a stand?

Oh did you come through for me?

I was condemned to resignation

Like a wanted man

But did you come through for me?

Once I held the cup of nations

But you left for a foreign land

And didn't come through for me

Now I'm calling out on all stations

We've got to make a plan

I've got to come through for me

Islands in the channel

 The gulls are curbing the cold salty air

Beyond and above the house they glide

Confrontational wilful against the wind

A dark tan fence runs along the garden perimeter

Beyond it is the wild

The rabbit plane of rocks and burrows

And again to the west are the abandoned buildings

Decaying hospital ruins, the end walls of Nissan huts

Left over from the war

And the gulls keep these only

Except perhaps some ghosts of the cholera

Who must have died there

And hundreds of years before

St Caddock lived here, in its deep peace

 

I go swimming in the little bay of a morning

It is fresh and cold to leap in at first

From off the jetty

The inexorable tide rolls on and pulls in undercurrents

The shifting vortices beneath my feet

I made the mistake once of going through an arch way called castle rock

Which lead me into open water

Immediately the tidal force of the eddying channel tried to pull me out

I had to hang onto the rock for dear life

And it took all my strength to pull myself back in

And Swim to the shore

The monks who lived here all drowned once when visting neighbouring Steep Holm

The island is safety

A haven in the stream of the sea

The torrent of the water which rushes past spells out doom

To any swimmer or boat not strong enough to fight the tide

Back on the island

Gulls swamp the colony

In voices of communal caterwauling

And intoxicating alarms and panics are set off

At intruders, a visiting buzzard, a peregrine hunting rabbit

They are hounded and harrowed by the gulls

A gull that has eaten a baddie from the mainland dump

Is suffering botulism and is dying, the others harangue it

In gangs take pieces out of the weary bird

There is no mercy and nothing is spared

Weakness is despised by their vicious natures

 

We walk through their nesting colony on daily walks

And they hound us and swoop down, screeching like witches

Shitting their foul substances onto our cloaked heads and backs

Like vast covens of these pre-pagan, primordial beings

Left to their own devices for years on end before mainlanders rediscovered the island

They feel certain rights and privileges over their conquered territory

Especially that over humans, from our waste they feed, but want nothing more

From us.

It is enough they eye us with their harsh cold fish eyes

 Like hooks, each adopts a manful posture of chest out

And their stride about the path we walk just in front dares our confrontation

They are hard

Fishermen, sailors not respecters of land lubbers or those

Who cannot show aerial skill, which they do

Like crosses in the sky, no matter how hard a gale they take off

Like spitfires in the war

Brave as iron, steadying the eddies of wind over their trembling wing

Until that incredible scything moment of aerodynamic equilibrium

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Castle Rock 1 / Western coast

 Slipping off the ring of the horizon

A new dawn breaks with the sun’s rising

Ringed by land

Like a bride’s finger

Turned around a golden band

The lipless ruff  

   

Where are my hands

Upon whose back do they fall?

The land as a lady’s side in profile

Dimples, breasts caverns measureless to man that call

And the Rock giant of flat Holm

Has touched them all

But they wore him down that knowledge

Too much wisdom has led to his destruction

Fog Horn Station 1

 The vigil kept by Fog Horn’s people

Daily, nightly they go out

To worship in the weather’s steeple

And trace the veins of the clouds

Like an atlas, a weather map of the skies

And if by mishap, or kismet

The conditions combine

Temperature, humidity, wind direction, tides

To create that fog belt, that blanket

These souls so devout to their religion

Express their faith and reveal their vision

So that others may see though with blinded eyes

And as if a miracle had occurred those who were lost are found

Those who were blind can see with their ears

Hear through the mouths that tiredly yawn

A benediction and blessing that horn sound

As clear as the Sun’s first rays through the darkness before dawn

Last Poem of Flat Holm Island

 She with her cloves so black

She bitter crow, tooth by claw

The rattling steam cooker

Boiling the red hot hob

Hobbling as horses hooves

Clattering shore

 

Those steely stolen feet of stone

Clabbered the pebble dash dawn

Sorted in the graves

Of fish, rolling out the crease of sea

Ironing flat the deep

 

The bees of sleep have sung and hum

The waxwork town of men

All fixed are they

Henna brushed the tattoo lanes

Which wild willows blow

Shutters sound of shop door bells

Cling, clang ring of moneyed tills

Billowed bills and dollared dills

That faintly smell of sea sprayed sills

And that joyful, lawful wind

Which judges not least itself be judged

Just moronically mows down the morrow in moans

Dredges cats from alleys in calls from bins

Winds dogs barks around lamp posts

Their authors and owners

Trailing as cod fish on a leash

Clasping gawp gobbling as turkeys at the goblet air

Of homespun hamlets and heavy Irish hair

Just blandishments of bandicoots

And boron rods of care

In the cooker of his dreams

And machinations of a mind’s lair

 

Just hag the egg men

And hog the sea weed

Dredge the cock spurs from out the chicken feed

Chafe the chaffinch and fetch the Magpie

Palaeolithic the mega myth before I die

Follow the saintly swan too all white bread

The skatey scanty sea of scurvy hunger

And weevil whales that bore through

The biscuit of the big belly jelly deep

As leviathanic gloves that slip the silky thin night

From the dread grey sea

The shimmering shining sun as a smoky fish house glade

  Hung up to dry in a witch watchful sky

The sun is Gaol and Heights goosing by

The chimney pot pig sties

And roofs of ribbon rotted warmth that ties

All of death’s cold down to earth

Birding

 Can you catch an oyster with an oyster catcher?

Or shank a red, redshank

Can you shell the shell of a shell duck?

Or dun a Dunnock to his bank

And are you the one to witness the whim of a Whimbrel?

Or take cool turns with an Arctic Tern

Oh please tell me what Birding is in the end all about

Will you buzz a buzzard out on a panel show of ornithological knowledge?

To be cock of the walk, rank high in the pecking order of chickens in the run

While the sun is out

Will you gan at a Gannet, like you may gander a goose

Or might you take a puff at a puffin

Before with a sly smile turn him loose?

Might you throw a wad at a wader

Or take a snipe at a snipe

With your lens he is in the eye of the beholder

But do you see an eye for an eye

Or a tooth for a tooth

Can you turn over every stone in your search for a Turnstone?

Will you turn tail and run from a gull

Or gull at him back through the clear light of truth

May you lessen his black back?

Simply by painting him grey like the weather

Or fledge a fletch of his juvenile feathers

In the arrows of a Robin’s Hood

To hoodwink a Starling who sparred with a Sparrow

Tell me kindly if you’ve understood

Did you put the black bird down in your little black book?

Or put down the lark as a clown with a stern black look?

Did you flinch at a finch when he came around?

Was it you who took the voice from the mute swan?

Do any of you really have a choice in your wan?

Or like the grey goose do your clothes have some use?

You may hide in your hides, ride down your rides

Or follow the moth and the fly

For an insect is a gift to the very fast swift

As a wood pigeon is

To the peregrine or the Lord of the Sky

And not forgetting the crow

Who you too well may know

For his Corvidian cousin the Raven

Has driven you stark raving Mad

With his gang of dark vandals

Who are no strangers to scandals

In amongst the nests and eggs of the coot

And should you hold a full suit

Or a good gambit of feathery friends in your hand

Please keep them safe and

Sound advice is this :You may remember it is best

To believe you are blest

And unlike the cuckoo who intrudes on a nest

For the others' eggs out he will push

But know without doubt

Your life is not worth a short snout

For a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

Buteo

Buteo, Buteo

Wherefore art thou Buteo?

On what holy wooded hedge

Where you make our hooded ledge

And wherefore do you fly?

Forever a convict of the sky

And conviction yes

More is the less

As with auspices make your pledge

Your blood bond to swear by

Vow your vows

Bow your heads

Here comes the vouchsafe

Of your lives

Give money, give roses, poses of heather

Black is the beak, brown is the feather

The air in some torpid atmosphere

Breaks like breakers of a wild sea

Snapping like a belt of leather

Sends up vapours

On whose thermals see thee

Oh how grubby are the praying hands

When they come together

Beneath wedding bands

And marriage yet between

Sky and land

Though thou art unknowable times of sand

For where do you come from?

Who is your mother?

Thy father is every falcon

Every hunter back to the age of man

But how many mothers can

Give birth to your skill

Your art is the destroyer

How learnt thou to kill?

Who taught you? Treacherous sky and wind

Tempest belly was thy womb

But land that keeps your harboured pledge

Vouchsafe in him

Your meat and bread

Father provider to a son born of the air

Always crossing the sun

But what cares the sun for poor Buteo Buteo?

He is forever a traveller

In search of his carrion loot

In search of dead gold

When the sun is treasure chest

Enough for this pirate

Who sails blue pastures

What more wealth can be searched for?

When wisdom is the treasure the sun has in store

And he but transmuted

The vessel of nature’s law

Sign giver and guide all those

Who worship him and him adore

Yet his auspice given, rewards

Neither love nor hate

But like the majesty of heaven

Reigns down equal upon those from His pearly gate

Questions Where AM I?

 On what enlightened bay

Do the tides of time descend?

On how sweet an afternoon

Of light astray

Can the scarlet pimpernel festoon?

Where do the oysters catch?

And where do the gulls loom?

In the fasted Lapis sky

Beneath the hay making sun

How does the bracken grow?

How weaves the stinging nettle?

Through what thistle do the finches whistle?

Or over what cliff is heard

The peregrines steaming, screaming kettle

How comes it that I am here?

For to tell what enters mine ear?

And why for do the black birds mew?

Or the crow caw, caw

Or why do the rabbits run, lapis lapidary

Lapin lapping the blue from the sky

The yellow from the chicken sun

The silver from the harvest moon

The white from the clouds undone

How comes it the temperate chain lies unbroken?

The wind to cool, the sun to heat

How is it that words left unspoken?

Best describe this nature’s beat

Ode to a Buzzard

Oh Buzzard

Harbinger of death

Augury man above

On your miracle, spiracle of breath

What did the Roman’s make of you?

You man of War, of ides

The soothsayers look up to see you crossing the sun

Of their dark days

Skull as a battle warriors helmet, visor down

Omen days

Buteo, buteo

Occipital holes, below heavy brows

Beyond is the world

Within the oracle of her mind

The subuteo men go walking beneath

And she is like a goddess

Who holds their belief

Come visit this isle of the dead

A suitable repose

To make your hunting ground

And roses’ bed

You are always above roses and poppies

Scavenger, scanner

Of starvation’s horizon

The hunger circumference of your vision

Which fades with the sunset

And its ring is set by the stone

Of the moon.

Ode to a Peregrine

 Forward, forward all ye sea cannons.

All ye barrages of the swell

Here I stand in my cliff cabin

Knowing ye intruders well

Forward, forward screech

Ye of impossible reach

The scream of alarm into your soul

So schooled in the art of the fooled,

I am a witch on a broom

A thoroughbred racing down a fell

I am an instant in your time

I wear the disguise of death,

My hues and clothes demark me well

I am your first and last breath

Peregrine am I,

The Lord of the sky

The high Sultan of the Salty Perch

In my crow’s nest

I am scarecrow, caw, caw

Black the congregation of my high church

Fall in ye gulls, ye gabbling ranks

Commoners take turns to fish the sea with thanks

I thank not the gel,

Nor its green brown pell-mell

I am as quick as honey, I smell with my flanks

These eves of rocks I chose for the view

Those shore leave in the docks show

Where my shadow sheaves

And time me on clocks

I make landfall before Eve

May pluck an apple for Adam

And let it fall from her sleeve

Hunting a pigeon on the wing

It is a smidgeon of a thing

For what I enjoy

Is to play with this toy

As a train racing track

When I attack

I smother and sting

With Talon and Beak

I rend skin from wing

Then back to the nest

I deliver the rest

I am the postman with the fastest letter

I am the messenger king

The carrier of carrion

The bringer of tides

Don’t shoot the messenger if you dislike what he brings

Whether evil tidings

Or indiscernible things

The message did not return one evening

The bird was not heard

The vital war time correspondence

Fell silent in my mouth

Yet its secret I kept safe

For I did not speak a word

Fooled myself

 I've fooled myself again

Schooled myself I'm vain

In the mirror of my mind's eye

I've seen me live and seen me die

On stage but always I must try

But I try and try in vain

All these tears fall down my pane

Like the years that fall like rain

As the leaves fall from the tree

I've fooled myself again

I'm Peter Pan, I'm Peter Pain

The love I've lost I can't regain

But in her ghost I see in vain

I've fooled myself again

We synthesize our souls don't we

The plastic you the plastic me

The Moon I see is made of cheese

I've fooled myself again

So show me something real in me

I want to know what it means

Am I just an actor in a scene?

I've fooled myself again

Dinosaur song

 First I was a live

Then I was petrified

Didn't know how to keep on living

In an Earth of fives

5 million dinosaur

Five degrees zero

After the five comets flew over

And one meteor blew

Oh the sky got awfully dark

And the sun it never grew

And Earth was like a black hole

And I fell into one too

But I'm just a tyranosaurus rex who

Got petrified in a landslide

And now I'm coming back home to you

Oh now yeah

Turn on the lights

Wake me up now

I've had 60 millions years of nights

And I'm ready for my come back

Ready to be the king who rules

Over this beautiful earth my friends

I wanna genetically modified

Samurai Sigh

 It's like a war between us

The body counts are high both sides

And blow for blow

We were friends now foes

We take an eye for an eye

But I am not looking

Though I seem to see

The Victory flag raised in the field

That separates  you from me

You have won the battle

But I have won the war

When all your sacred cattle

go walking out the door

Separate signs and diversions

And symbols in the dust

That come of steely incursions

In the hour our words rust

Give me all your versions

Of your truth I know are lies

And I shall hold them in my hands

And hold them up to rainy skies

Let them fall between my fingers

Let them turn into the mist

For only that now lingers

When I remember how we kissed

Moon face

 Now I don't think that you

Are all you claim to be

Because you hold the key

To my heart

And if art could be true

Why then I'd be with you

But you see that we 

are always apart

Oh hold the moon in your hands

I will try to hold the sun in mine

But you should choose the

Silver dart

Just know that the golden arrow

Hit my heart

In the day I love you

But in the night I love art

And I paint your image

In my head

If you ever shed a tear

Then remember me dear

For I will remember you

When you're dead

wicked wick

 Down in the doldrums

Boring as humdrum

Winds don't blow

Roll em and rumble

Carole em and crumble

Waves they tumble and toll

Cleaning the foghorn

Dog lorn, grog torn

Rollicking railing and bowl

Octopus arms

Moonshine on the line

Mermaid or nun

The lighted wick

Burns through the night

Out on coal beach

The mermaid on a seaweed bed

A Wiki

A Timberman

To kill a gull

Camel kiss

 Two camels were kissing

A slibber a slobber

Two camels were kissing

a fibber a fobber

Lady Camel Queenie and male camel Joe

A slibber a slobber, they were kissing just so 

When Lady Camel Queenie said

Go down on your knees Joe

a fibber a fobber a Camel kissing show

She said get down on your knees 

and now kiss my camel toe

A shiver a shaver a bended knee Joe

Joe got down and kissed her toe

It was big and it was lumpy but it did show

To Queenie that he loved her and would never go

A sliver a saliva, a shining camel toe

Sometime later they were travelling

In a long caravan

a giver a gather an Arabian

Night with the stars that show

When Queenie said to Joe

I don't see much of you lately

Joe said I'm going mad at the end of my tether

And Queenie you're at the front, is that what you truly want?

You've got to let me know

No she said Joe, I want you to kiss my Camel toe

Oh Joe, it's like we're ships that pass in the night

Well my load is heavy said Joe, and your's is light

And you take forever Joe to walk across the moon

And you are always going down Queenie

Over the next dune

Oh you are like the setting sun 

And I am like a river

Who only shines bright in the moon's silver

And we could be together Joe

But you have caught the desert fever

And now it is time to go

Won't you kiss me good night

But Camel Joe just spat in spite

Don't cut off your nose Joe to spite your face

You know we are roving animals

We are a nomadic race

So come let's not be cannibals

And have to eat our words just so

Won't you get down on your knees

And kiss my camel toe

So if there's a moral to this story

It's probably I told you so

When a Queen's in love with an Average Joe

All she really wants is to go 

to the front of the queue

While he brings up the rear

And he really wants is to see her two humps

And maybe her rump more clear

But she may be interested in where they might go

For the desert is a wide ocean you know

Let's step one foot in front of the other

And kiss the Queen Camel's toe