Young Crow

 Young crow in the chimney flying away

Come down my chimney

Fall down

Don't fall down

Come down my Chimney tonight

I know that you never intended 

To spend so long trapped there

Your nest wasn't best

So it crumbled down

Who are they to say you don't belong

In this town

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

Well you started up on top and then you fell down

Well that is just really queer

I think you should have already left town

So how come it is you're still here?

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

They say a crows flies straight as arrow

and never meanders no never

Even through the gaps straight and so narrow

He flies like a bird of the feather

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?

Southern comfort

 the pressures down

the rain has fallen

On the town

It's so appalling

How we drown

In sorrow swollen

Like a swallow

Before its travellin

Friend in my head

 You used to be the same as everybody

You used to walk the same line

But now  you're sailing against the wind

Now you making up for lost time

You used to hold a flame for anybody

They just had to walk into your mind

You used to be the frame for any buddy

A friend to those into crime

You used to have the same name as anybody

You used cry the same game on the dime

You used fake the poker face

And now you just pour the wine

I wish you'd take advice from your long lost buddy

He's calling you on the telephone line

I should have asked you how was your bloody

Nose the last time it shined

Un-tied nations

 I'm an amateur at pentameter

I'm no professional at confessional

Not one's paying me for playing me

It's just a guest appearance in a sitcom

What it's saying to me is try harder

Or don;t try at all

so I shan't,

There's no such word as can't

But there is his Critique of pure reason

It went over my head like a duck

in shooting season

I can't see myself in the pub

It's an anxiety of rubber dub dub

I never wanted it

I'm hoping a bit of inspiration

But we're living in an untied nation

Nothin in the draw, but a lot screws and rubber bands

Oasis are a rubber band you pull them apart and they come back together again

My family are a rubber band stretched over the world

But I'm guessing the tension's too strong

When one of us dies, perish the thought,

Either we'll snap or be pulled back in again

just a collection of loops or strings

vibrating at a common ground

the speed of love and sound

Except back then we were a rubber band ball

and bounced along until it all unravelled

As it must all good things come to dust

And to distant places travelled

Our family of rubber bands

It always was a stretch

Like a game of throw and fetch

Bring back the stick to papa

Wait like a loyal puppy 

At your owner's feet

Give power to the one's you trust and

To those kings of the street

But I was too trusting by far

Hare on a hill

 C There's a man on the Am hill

G Getting away from it C all

C Trying to connect to some Am place and time before the G fall

F Looking to the horizon for C some hope

C Waiting for the C sun to be G rising F

Am For the moon F to let down Am  a ladder F rope

 Am To get outta F here, out Am of this F town

And C he's looking in a mirror G as the night comes C down Fmaj7 Csus4 C

A mirror of who he is,

Doesn't like what he sees

At last the tides slip away from the shore

And I've got to sail on that ship

I know there's nothing left to lose

I'm just like that man on the hill

Waiting for his fill

The Great Now

 The Great now

Is a feeling somehow

Of being alone

But not lonely

The Great now

I can't touch it somehow

I just know that when I'm alone

It's you who I love only

It's the great now

The time of our lives

In moments

somehow your words survive

In the secrets you share

Of your heart and its care

I know I'll miss you somehow

In the great now

You can't step in the same river twice

You can't turn back the clock in this life

So forgive me if I tried to reach out and hold

Something burning hot like love that would scold

And leave me cold

In the great now

But I'll walk on in song

I'll write you a line

From time to time

And if you should think of me

Again somehow

Maybe look me up in the Great now

Black Crow

 Down from a chimney the young crow fell

Down, down into hell

Trapped he thought no more to tell

But then

He heard 

The guitar knell

Ringing like a fire bell

To the rescue here I am

I dug up through the old ash pile

Dead ash tree

Burning flash free

Twigs and mortar fell around

But not a sight of Crow I found

Then a little voice called out

Here I am

Sometimes a bird falls in the land

Will of Odin's none can fathom

Was he real or was he a phantom

Then I had a bird in my hand

Cheap, cheap

It's all so cheap

You thought it was 

The Grim reaper's reap

But from ashes to ashes

No more The phoenix crow

Rose proud

Evil bird

They said

But that was all in my head 

Your nest wasn't the best

I'm gonna help you out of this

I'm gonna clear out all

The twigs and rubbish

You were so Young

So far yet to fly

How could I let you die

Flew out the window

Tried to get out

But it was shut

Black crow

I want to help you

Black crow

Black crow

There was bird in the fireplace

He had eyes that were black as the coal

pierced my soul

I thought 

through and through

You were just the babies

They said you were Cro man

Crow man

Cro-Magnon man

In a sphagnum moss land

Catherine's Wheel

 Sparks in the night

Everywhere around

Like lights in the dark

Across the country through the town

Well will you come on my carousel baby

Will you keep me turning around

Oh there is something that I can feel

When you set off my Catherine wheel

Oh Cathy come home to me Cathy

Come on fly through the whistling air

Where there is a will then there is a way

Oh Catherine turn my wind mill's sails

Make my millstone grind down the grain

We'll bake our sour dough loaves again

And in the morning sail away

Oh Catherine's real, shining like a firework

Catherine take the wheel

And drive our love onto foreign ground

Where we've never been

And they'll never find us

Refining the claws of a Hawk

Into Talons, oh Catherine

Rancour no more

 There's a sickness taken hold

And it's going down so deep

It's a sickness of the soul

It'll make the widows weep

It's a chill in the bones

It's a shadow on the peak

The sun's behind a veil

The birds don't dare speak

It's a sickness of the women 

It's all so ego driven

They hold their wands of power

And conduct their coven

They're stewing up some trouble

For that's all they want to do

They can never stop the feeling

Of their fingers turning screws

And changing and altering

And building in their image

A Roman empire

With a single figure

A Queen of the Nile

A pool of crocodiles

You can never out rancour

Those pesky art bankers

"I'm literally going to kill you"

 I'm literally going to kill you

But they meant it metaphorically

I'm metaphorically going to kill you

They said it while looking at me

I'm figuratively going to kill you

They had a small white eye

It fell out into their glass

And I think it was a sty

I hold you accountable for the millions

The millions who have died

I'm literally going to kill you

Like the Lockerbie disaster fell out the sky

Did I remind you of the half men and women

The flesh and the bones

I wish that I could wipe them

From your memory like a clean stone

But saying I'm literally going to kill you

Doesn't help you or I

Just take the log out of your own eye

But you accuse me of the stick in mine

Closing time

 I've got nothing more to say to you

I've dried up

Can't write a line

Everything that I thought was true

Turns out it was all a waste of time

They say the seas are green

And the sky is blue

I can't see

And I don't mind

Even if the whole world came to end

Tomorrow, honey

Sorrow, is just a word in time

So take back all the things I said to you

About love and heart in peace and wine

I loved you right from the start

But now that's just a shadow on my mind

At closing time

All the words that I gave to you

They fall like paper from the sky

In a world of paper airplanes

Paper tigers, paper men, and paper hearts

So easy to write your name on them

So easy to tear apart

And it's closing time

Take the flags from off the lamp posts

Take down the rolls royce angels from their stands

They are wanted no more

They've been thrown out and confronted

By the screaming crowds of the poor

At closing time

Sun at a glance

 Something in the sun on the freshly mown grass

Reminds me of the past

And I don't want to let these feelings pass

It's like the time of my life has slipped away

It's almost half gone and it's near the closing of the day

It don't wanna let these feelings pass

It's all going away

Like sands through the hour glass

I wanna fill each moment

With something I won't regret

Something I won't forget

Like just another day turning to grey

I don't want to let this moment pass

I don't wanna let this time pass

Without having my say

There's something about the sun at a glance

As it lays on the freshly mown grass

That reminds me of more innocent days

That reminds me of childhood past

There's something about the sun

on the freshly mown grass

Dead Angel’s Of the Railway

Clipped winged angels bow their heads in the garden

Sitting there decaying waiting for death

As railway drinkers sip at the tables

They sleep in communion like the argent and sable

With the railway sleepers and the drunk’s breath

Romano nosed bartenders serve out the beers

As from the same cup drink the true ones and pretenders

And radio silence cuts the rabbit’s ears

Across the noiseless countryside time is called

At closing time songs are sung through

And fly past towers of tenderness rhyme

That long ago a railway ran through here

When peat workers trudged their black shoes through snow

But all that’s left now for to show

Is the footprints of birds that dance on their toes

Yet when I have slept, like the railway sleepers

I am the rhine, the south drain, the rain

It is buried deep in a nerve bundle of the solar plexus consciousness

Calling me back there to live

At closing time

When the glasses clink

And the voices fall silent

Who will remember the dead angels in violet?

With their wings cut off as if from shame

Holding eternity in their palms

Old as the peat beneath them

Decaying so quietly without violence

Sometime close to dawn

When the midnight choir grows silent

And the rains pita- patter on the window

Then the shadow of a rush of thought

Has cascaded through consciousness

Like a waterfall of memory

So precious and startling as ice flow

So transmutable as vapours

Which flow around us

That the single state of being

Is as three, a trinity of Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Or ice, water and steam vapour

That before the dawn we are in phase all three

Bones in my head

It was a sad consequence of things I've said
That the bones on the plates
Read like the bones in my head
That augurs, soothsayers and witch doctors
Could not voodoo back the factors
That brought her

Now the doors are closing one by one
And time is frozen like the sun
And I'm calling back to those things
I've said
Just reading the bones inside my head

And he's dancing, he's dancing
He's dancing with her
She's chancing a smile
And he's being a cur
And after a while
The'll retire next door
But he's dancing, he's dancing
He's dancing with her

The following report came on the news
There'll be sunshine and showers
And hail storm blues
And the cats will be falling
And the dogs will be next
But then I'm only reading
The bones in my head

Hitch a ride

 Hitch a ride on a satellite

I'll be over to see you tonight

Otherside of the world is alright with me

Come and see what we have to do

All the animals in the zoo

I'll be flying over to you tonight

Get a car and feel alright

Drive about in the moonlight

I'll be over to see you tonight

It's alright if it's alright with you

 Hitch a ride on a satellite

Get hooked up in the starlight

Crossed our wires, but it'll be alright soon

Get a fly to fly me to the moon

And see you soon

Oh  Hitch a ride on a satellite

tonight

Walking like Buzz Aldrin

Getting out of this cauldron

Coming up to see you tonight

It's love affair on the moon

It's surface has got a boon

Yes it's a town I'll visit soon

With you

 Hitch a ride on a satellite

I'll be over to see you tonight

It's all going to be alright

so soon

Good Ship Shepton

 Shepton, Shepton mallet

It's a place I keep mind

Surely I'll go back there

one last time

Fight with a pallet

Trying to hold my line

Shepton Mallet

Gets you everytime

Is it the Ballet

Or the Opera in the Amulet?

No it's not even the ampule

Nor the lighted cigarette

It's a town like Alice

It's Shepton Mallet

Is it the high street

With its Haskins Skyline?

No it's not even ScrewFix

That peeks over my eyeline

It's the little insignificant

indiscreet town of roulette

Yes, it's our secret Shepton Mallet

Don't tell your friends

Or else the whole world would

Want to come here

To sample the ample armchairs

Of the Art Bank or 501 Bar

But I'm not raining on its parade

Or dousing it in petrol

I just want to fire the man

Who put me under its control

Just flip me, and hit me

Throw me out and quit me

If I see another Whitney Houston

On Whit Sunday talk shit at me

I'm gonna shoot so many holes

In Shepton's litany of hippies

in their shipwrecked ship

And ship shape let slippery

dogs of war slip

Until all the sheep die uncounted

in their sleep

The waters of time

 Can we meet, let us meet again

Down the line

Let us cross back again

The waters of time

Oh memory is a bridge over its river

And I'll cross it and meet you

Again when it's over

Can we meet? Let us meet,

once again down the line

Let us meet and cross

over the waters of time

And time is a river and it flows to the sea

Are we all just lost souls

In its vast eternity?

I wish for a boat to row out to thee

and pull you back in

From time's arms to me

Endless flowers of the night

 If the night's an endless flower

If the starlings cease their shower

If the rain is halved in power

Then we can begin again

Where is it that you've been off to

Journeying around the globe  too

Was it where the Linden bowed so

Low in the morning air

Can you bring the railway sleepers

Oh I wish to rest like them keepers

Of time and souls that roll you

Along their iron tracks of care

Always rolling wheels turning

Pressing pistons steaming, yearning

Like the spring's eternal emerging

Endless flowers of the night

Dead statues

 Brought down by cowards he said

Making a hole in my head

Brought down by fools

Making a hole in my soul

Outward on the plains of the dead

Living the life I had lead

Out there in the rows of Angels

Living the life of which I had aimed for

Lost in a park of tombs

I wandered back into my room

Hoping to find light in the doom

I fell in love with a ruin

I'm living with dead statues

In your stead

I'm loving Angels in the land of the dead

I'm walking miles just to get away

From the dread

That I'm on the road

Angels fear to tread

Schrodinger's cat's vet

 The problem with Schrodinger's cat

Is he is both alive and dead

Schrodinger brought him

in to see me, because he was worried

He kept him in a box you see

I said Hey schro, what's the big idea?

Why don't you open the box

And let's have a look

Well we did and he was dead

I said hey schro, no problem

So sorry bro

But your cat's dead, I said,

But give him a proper burial

But Schrodinger a crying he said

I know he is now

But wait a minute

He closed the box then opened it

And Hey presto, his cat was alive

I couldn't believe my eyes

I said Schro, what's the big idea

Are you some kind of magician

Abra cat abra or are you making some kind of joke?

You switched the box right

In a puff of smoke

He said no joke, and no switch

My cat is black

But he don't have no witch

It's quantum dynamics you

see I'm an only physicist

You mean you're only a physicist?

Just plug up the air holes

Sure as sure that cat's got no soul

But it's still gotta breathe

He said no it don't

It don't matter

When I close the box

It's both alive and dead

And I can't tell which is which

Alright Schro enough about witches

This cat is straight out of hell

It must be a devil or a saint

A miracle worker

and I don't have the skills to

Put him to sleep if he'll only 

wake up alive in the morning

Maybe he's a sleepwalker

and he's not dead, he's just asleep

Stunned

He just gets over-excited when we see him

And he freezes?