Early morning serenade

 It's 3 o'clock in the morning

And I'm making my way to you

Walking along the pavement

Like the bones in a skeleton crew

Fighting to stand alone

Stand on one leg or maybe two

But the grave is calling me home

And I don't want to go without you

Looking forward to the sunrise

Holding my heart in my hands, it is true

Guessing that you'd see in my eyes

That I truly love you

Hoping to God I can see you again

Maybe just as a friend, who knew

The depths of longing and pain

I've gone to over my love of you

Jokes upside down

 I worked at an undertakers once

It was a nice little Urn-er

A tree surgeon - a Tree who like to cut

off people's limbs

 I put the vet in the car, he was getting old

And I brought to the Cat's

The cat was very nice about it as I sat the vet

on the table and the cat patted his head

And stroking his ears

The vet seemed to like it and calmed down

And then the Cat administered the deadly serum

My island in the sea

 There's a land I want to visit

And it's sinking very fast

It's an island way out to sea

There's a place I'd like to be in

And it's a blinking on a mast

And it's a rocking on the rolling sea

So come and see me on my island in the ocean

Come and visit or forever set me free

For I have no more use of the mainland

Oh that pained land where love just conquers me

I am leaving, I am leaving

On the next ship from the harbour

I have nothing left to tie me here

There's a place where I'll be safe from

All that love's lost and laboured

And I'll not return til I have forgotten her

So come and see me on my island in the ocean

Come and visit or forever set me free

For I have no more use of the mainland

Oh that pained land where love just conquers me

Treasure

 Upon your cliffs I have kissed

Your thrift

Your spare ribs of a ship wrecked hull

I've hugged your skeleton crew

And thought I knew you

Bones and all

But what did I know of

That rattling chest 

Where you keep your heart?

Treasure

Your speedwell fell

fast as a peregrine

Your glass back

Was a waterfall

Broken trembling

Your arms

Were a figurine resembling

And I have fallen

In the spray of your sea cave

And drowned beneath your teeth

Which you keep

Behind the shark's jaw

But I don't think of you

So much anymore

Footprints in the sand

 When you're on your own

And you feel let down

Like a wheel of chrome

In an all white town

When the crows have flown

And your levee's down

And your river's flowed

And the water's brown

Hold out your hand

So you won't drown

He's a walking on water

Wears the thorny crown

Won't you Save me Jesus

I need your help right now

I'm on my uppers

My last supper's drowned

In poisonous wine

I'm wearing the lepers frown

They've all left me to suffer

In this one horse town

When the fear creeps in

It floods your heart

You don't know where to begin

You can't hardly start

I want to believe in him

I want to believe in Art

But my patience has worn thin

Just like the ice on the Dart

I'm walking along the beach

Two sets of footprints in the sand

Then there's only one

I don't understand

Where has he gone?

Why's he abandoned me

In my hour of need

He's off out to sea

But it's not true

I'm not alone indeed

When you think it's only you

You see he was carrying me

To build a boat

 God said to Noah

Build me a skiff

Noah said I might but only if

God said quiet I make the rules 

There's a flood coming you don't know

about, so try to go to boat school

No ifs or buts, here are the tools

Bend me some planks

Curve me some ribs

Look Noah

Just get off your butt

And build me

A bloody big ship

So Noah said right

I've got one bloody night

To build God this boat

Pride

 When you think that you'v got no further to fall

Hold on for you are still attached to the wall

Of pride

And it's a slippery slope, the higher you climb

The further you fall

So try to be humble that's all

Try not to let the seed of greed grow tall

It's ever ready in a fertile heart

Corruption sinks in and the rot starts

But stand guard against chaos and disaster

Brian the ferryman

 Brian the ferryman

If anyone can the ferryman can

I wanted to cross over the river

I wished to cross over the sea

Just so I wasn't a lily liver

And a brave sailor man I would be

I tried it by boat on my lonesome

But I came unstuck at the oars

I didn't know which way to row her

And so I circled right back to the shore

Oh next I thought I would swim it, 

But I put one toe in and ouch

A crab had only gone and bitten it

So I turned round and acted a grouch

Just then I saw my friend Brian

Hi Bry I cried, it was outdoors

Howdy do di me young rapscallion how can I be of help

Well my boat I've scuppered and bare feet suffered

So I shan't be swimming through the kelp

So Brian can you help me to cross over the water 

I can for I'm the ferryman,

I can I'm slippered away

It'll only cost you a farthing

Then you may be on your way

Nearer or farther he wouldn't say

But Brian the ferryman can

Take me across the bay

Canned heart

 Who's that knocking on my window pane?

It's just the wind, again and again

Who's that knocking I thought it was you

I can't find the words

 To say I'm sorry

It's just the wind,

 It'll have to do

Who's that opening my heart like a can

To find another heart shaped man

My heart is just a fruit in a can

For you to eat, eat it up, lover woman

My Caroline

 Oh my baby Caroline

G My peace and my war D Am What do you wish for Emfrom this Red Wine?A7 DTo Compare your blood to mine? [Verse 2] G What if, what if, if so your human woesGcould all amount to the indigo C D Bm EmFlowing river under the bridges of VeniceC Am EmBeneath the Gondolas' oars [Verse 3] C D G C My struggle and my torment Am C D GOh God grant me deathG C My baby Caroline, what a pity, G Dwhat a pity this love is in this cityGWhat a pity

Archers

 It's inexplicable and lickable

So spickable and spanable

So fickle and fannable 

The flicking blood of May

When lords have loved the lady's bed

And Straws are laid upon their backs

And Camels weigh the light of day

By answers grey or white or black

When young thugs hail the coming rain

When old lugs pale then face again

The Age of change for it all looks strange

To eyes without lies and truth without pain

Yet follow me and I will lead you

To the driving range

Where golf balls fly

And it's tee at Four!

And no one's rearranged

Just wait for me in the garden and climb

The Trellis late

I looked for you beside the gate

And no one shook my fate

I looked for you in the darkness

And in the corridors of light

That filled with the tears

Of long lost steers

Who wander on into the night

So take the bow and string your arrow

Fling your fire lights

The silk worms are spinning clothes for you

That glisten in the night

love times

 I loved you left, I loved you right

I loved you wrong and in your flight

I loved you day, I loved you night

There's nothing left, you're out of sight

I loved your soul, I loved your body

I cannot control, or mollycoddle

The sense your life is precious light

I loved you dark, I loved you bright

So don't leave me now

I can't bear the weight

Of sorrow

Of the pain

It is too late

To lie to you now

Of the shame

Of the shadow

But how can my love be wrong

When I love someone so good and strong?

Everything must go

 Sometimes, everything must go

The windows are rattling

As spring winds blow

Clearing out the clutter of last year in tow

Dredges from ditches of ideas that flow

Sometimes everything must go

And it's like I need to let go

Of all those fugitive pieces I stole

Shards of hearts exploded

Glass animals collected in menageries

They all got shattered

Precious though they were

They are all dust in the desert now

Everything must go

Back in the Land of the living

 I'll let you know 

If I'm still in the land of the living

I'll see you tomorrow

I've never seen a ghost

In the land of the living

I'm glad to be back in the land of the living

Glad to be the black cat and not grave digging

Glad for your life hack that kept me breathing

Glad to be back in the land of the living

 Am I really? Yes! Well why?

I guess, it's that we were born to die

And all our days are numbered

But if I thumbed a lift with Thumbelina

For a little time her trampolina

If I humbled myself at her cortina

A courtly show for a fashionista

But nothing must glow as hot and cold as

The sun we are all under

We regret to inform you

That it will not rise tomorrow

Has never crossed anyone's mind

But for the fact that she breathes

I cannot detach myself so well

I've tried to pull her out of my heart

But the seed was planted, love kick started

And now it's banished by her rule

I fell apart for a bit, not sure if I'm

Together again, just yet

It's just a letter I write from the base of wall

Which I fell off last night

It was just my pride that's hurt, I'll bet

I'm back in the land of the living

And I'm trying to live without regret

The body snatchers

 Moving the mannequins

How do we carry them?

How can the body be spare?

Nobodies, everybody nowhere

Nothing to wear, no hair, no air

But graceful poises, not making noises

Standing so silently, spare

In use or out of it, in storage in the cupboard

Up in the attic

Wholly vacant like some static

The status quo of not moving at all

All hail human existence

Looking in the mirror at the dummy

The numb, dumb country bumpkin

The straw man, scarecrow

Worzel Gummidge figure

Come in to transfigure the interior design

Portfolio of foliage

Caught a cold you know like Coleridge

Walking out in the snow and storm like Keats

Cathy come home staring out the window

For Heathcliff

On the cold moors, the dale

That separates our homes

Mechanical walking of limbs

Legs and spare arms carried

As if by medical students to the 

Dissecting theatre

The autopsy of the dead relative begins

Where is she now?

Where is her soul, I can't find it

In her model's eyes

What do I want with her body?

With her imperialist grey skies

That have dominated me

From sunrise to moonrise

The set order of a regimen of lies

To get me down the endless catwalk of Winter

Into Spring

Looking in shop window reflections

To make sure I still exist

And have not been turned into

Yet another of her mannequins

On her archived list 

Forty something

 I'm over forty

I've got Dr Wolff at my door

Howling out he's got a cure

For my grey hair

I'm over forty

Now I'm a victim of time and fate

If I wasn't before

Well now there's no time to wait

You see my father was over forty

Before I turned naughty

You see he is behind a bullet proof glass plate

And history always comes to those too late

They tell me to inject caffeine in my pores

They tell me to believe in the male menopause

Well I believe, I have no cause, it goes

The same with Santa Clause

But I don't remember anyone getting on his case

About his over rosy cheeks, rotund belly

Or beardy white fakes

Why didn't he ever use Just for Men?

I suppose they wouldn't trust any dark haired strangers

Coming undercover down chimney ranges

Probably would have burnt him in the grate

Than suffer the indignity of a milk tray lover

Whose cover's blown as is his sperm count of late

But as I say I'm an over forty victim of fate

I'm an over forty son of

A man who's over eighty

Who's father never run the clock so late

But you can't say I've begun to hate

I still feel love could come by my gate

And we'd meet

At number 28b

 or not 28B

Two score and twenty four blackbirds

Baked in a pie,

on Pigeon street

And don't be late

Valentines

 It's when you love the wrong woman

Valentines is a traitor's heart

broken in two

Pieces of a queen's tart

Lay it on thick

Holding all the cards

She's ready to take their heads

Queen of broken hearts 

How I wish you were dead

I thought I loved a woman

But in fact I loved the wine

That's where thinking gets you

Thinking, such a waste of time

Back in Blighty

 Returning to old blighty

It feels oh so mighty

With it's castles and mists

And memories of being kissed

In the dams and caravans

In the Springs and the Wells

Where I sprung a Welsh leek

And held a Scottish thistle

And the teacher blew their whistle

And I ran to pick up the sandbag

And I can't run anymore

I've been run down

Until I'm sore

Primary school against the wall

Counting down

Turning around

Looking for the wolf

He's always at your back

Ready to attack

Coming back to good old blighty

What a mighty time we had

But who are the good

And who the bad

How can we forget?

How can we ever be sad

Except what else do you do here

Kiss the salty sand

Wait for one gland after another to pack up

Take up the slack and bear the share

The burden

It's no curtain to draw

No blanket of sack cloth to wear

Nothing is for certain

It's all fair

Love and war

You've been trained for

Ever since you grew up

In good old blighty

They train you to be mighty

Have a mighty heart

And to save the ones you love

For you to play your part

They told you how to live

How to run the game

How to take and how to give

And how to feel love and shame

And that's why blighty's in your bones

That's why you are always called home

But that's why you must escape the chrome

Nelson, the brass buckles

The shining buttons and waistcoats

The statues in museums

You saw history through

Like a peach black wind through hair

But love was a cummerbund

Of your joy and despair 

A good boat

 She's a good boat, she's a good boat

She's a very good boat to me

I like her lines

I like her curves

I'd walk her planks

But I'd always swerve

She's a good boat for me

I want to row right onto her ocean

It's like she's the vessel of my emotion

She carries me oft, hard or soft

Let the waves lash or the winds us blow off

Course, of course

I'll hold her straight, because I'm tied to her fate

She's a good boat, she's a good boat for me

I think we could float on the raging sea

She's a good boat, she's a good boat

She's a good boat for me

like bombshells falling on windmills

 Like butterflies' eyes

Falling eyelashes from the skies

Like bombshells falling on windmills

Like sky thrills filling

The windowsills

With sly shys, with nice guys

And dolls

And ice cold

souls

Like bombshells

falling on windmills