Yellow sun

 I felt a new sun rising

And I knew it was so clear

Yes I saw on the horizon

That you answered not to fear

And you stood up to your enemies

And you went forth with love

And you knew just where the anemones

 would grow down in the cove

And you fought for your love

You fought to live your life

And you never once did stumble

Nor did suffer kinds of strife

Yes you went onto the future

and you went on with bold heart

And you never stopped believing

Right from the very start

Yes you came onto the ocean

And you set sail out to sea

And filled your heart's devotion

With the hope of liberty

You met all those who would be

Who would be friends to you

And the yellow sun so lovely

In the circles that they sew

Come be a new horizon

And be then under the Lord

And shine on out your rising, sun

And shine on out your sword

And you can see on out the ocean

That the fish are clapping their hands

And they know that this emotion

Is a real thing for a real man

And they know that this is holy

And they know that this right

And they know that you will be there

From morning right through to night.

The Sun is yellow, there's the rub

 Yes the sun is a razor that cuts across the sky

It's an eraser that's rubbing out the shadows

Rubbing out the shadows of the fields in the dark

Yes the sun is an eraser that's rubbing out the shadows

Rubbing out the shadows, rubbing out the world, the world of the dark

Yes it's rubbing out the yellows and the greens from the artist's pallette

And it is rubbing everything it's smearing across bright white light across the pallette

And it's rubbing out the dark patches now

Yes the Sun is an eraser of all our shadows

And it's slipping like a banana across the sky

And it's skinned like an apple

And it's peeling in it's burning

And it's burning up the paper that's a dry

Yes the sun is a rubber and it's rubbing out tomorrow

And it's rubbing out today and it's rubbing out the time

The sun is a raiser and it's raising up tomorrow

And it's rasing out the time of your life

It's rubbing out the minutes and the hours and the seconds

It's rubbing them into nothing, rubbing them into life

It's mixing up tomorrow and the next weekend as well

Well it's making up the paper for your life

The drawing of your life, yes your life drawing

Is being rubbed out by the sun, all the pencils, all the crayons

Of your life drawing, the sun is a drawing of the rest,

The sun does highlight all the little bits of colour

And it gives you all the rest you can hold on til tomorrow

It's sun is all a rubber, all rubber all around you

Yes it's an eraser of the time

Well it rubs out all today

Well it will rub out all tomorrow

And it will rub out all the mistakes

That you make, take or borrow

And it's rubbing out today and it's rubbing out all your sorrow

Lemon Curd Lemmers

Cats are afraid of water

Abraham was afraid to send his son to slaughter

I noticed a woman who was nervous of a little bird

Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

Napoleon was a Giant who stood 5 feet 7 tall

But even he had issues with the shadows on the wall

And many in Mogadishu feel the need to cry I’ve heard

So Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

I used to know a sailor who told me of the things at Sea

Many I could guess to face they wouldn’t bother me

But even this tough sailor thinks its quite absurd

Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

Is it that its yellow well that could be the fellow

But no I don’t hide myself from the Sun

And its not that its a preserve about which I am Mellow

After all I can spread Jam on a current Bun

No, what I think is, that it is from a lemon tree

It’s truly that elementary

For a nasty incident happened when I was young

I was stuck up the tree for hours

Just sniffing at the fruit and flowers

When I saw dead black crow there was hung

Now I know it was a scare crow

But back then it was I who scared so

And the crows still circled about the Lemon Groves in the Sun

Ever since I’ve associated a dead bird

Every time I saw Lemon Curd

Which my point it proves

When life hands you Lemons Please recall these truths I’ve said

Don’t be bitter just make Lemonade instead

Because with it you’ll be cured

Just for Goodness sake stay away from Lemon Curd