Bridgwater in the rain

I remember in bridgwater
road in the rain
All those bloody traffic jams
All those

I remember bridgwater in the rain
And the roads that flowed
Out
The forests on the verge
That never emerge
From the corners
Of your blinkered vision

I remember the turns
And the dips in the road
Of the little old track
That ran
Down past the willows
Down past the the peat centre
And the Marshes that lay
Asleep in our hands

Do they still run,
Do the rivers still flow
The way I remember them in my youth
Do the roads still subside
And dip and dive
Do those same Peat tractors
Still pull their black load?
I suppose
They do

But what if its changed
If the falling rain
Has washed all foot prints away?
What of the people, their voices
Their triumphs
What if their hearts couldn't stay?
What then for my hopes of returning
What then for the time of a life
that's kept burning?
What if the jack knifed
Lorry is blocking the road
And the hearts blood is pumping
Its heavy load
And its blood is black with the peat
That its knowed
And the rain washes all this blackness
Away, away

All in a day's work

The saluting general came by this way

Forgiving all the ink

He had his pig

He had his sway

He painted them all in pink

And nuts fell from the balding sky

Like hair down in the sink

And I asked - lord why must we die?

And he said why do you think?

I said I think the jelly

The jelly, what the hell?

I said yeah I think the Jelly

When it rolls you cannot tell

But when it rolls, you know you live

You know you don’t wanna die

So, keep them pennies falling from heaven

And in time the good saints will fly

What the frock!?

The finish day is only a step away

The rainbow only a broken corner on a hatful of godless churches

The reach is only a toilet stop and except for the models

The rain has stopped

They come and they go with their morrocan glance

The holy foot steps on the looking glass

It is only a step away from the past

Only a wish away

\\\\\\\\the neighbourhood rocks

\It falls from the glocks

From the glockenspiel sheep

The way out frocks

On the widows peaks

And clocks of the cocks

Who chime in the sun

When the morning comes up

And the new day is done

Jumping

I am a model of uncommon sense
It is not sensible to model yourselves on me
I am a frog who likes to hug trees
Do not leap into the dark like me

I am a turtle who hides in his shell
When the bombs start falling
And the world goes to hell
Do not do the same
Do not swim with sharks
You are likely to get bitten
once or twice you will not be shy
You'll die!

Do not be brave my friend you see
The whole wide ocean of discovery
Awaits outside your window for you
To be free
Do not follow me
Do not follow me

The land of milk and honey
Began to run quite runny
And the painter's palette slipped away
The Palestinian laughed
Because he could not telegraph
A penny saved is a penny halved
And all the witches took their scarves
And wrapped around them swathed and swayed

Just say the word

Thank you for the music,
When the fat lady sings
And you save my soul and lots of other things

Music is the gift that keeps us living
It is the reason to wake up in the morning
And put on your clothes
Or take them off in the evening
And go dancing
Being led by the nose
It is the thread that we follow
When we can see nothing
Even in our dreams

Just say the word eh?
Well you need not say a thing
Just sing a note
And I will float away
On the sea,
the endless ocean
And that will heal me

What I thought I knew about love

Love is digging,
it is not a tick,
It is not blood sucking
It is time to quit
What I thought I knew about it
Has been overthrown by a new suit

The kings and queens of the merry-go-round
Go-round, and around, and up and down
And they dance in their throws
They swirl in their gowns
But where is the jester? He cannot be found

What I thought I knew about love
I'm dumbfounded,
I think it is fitting but that thought is illfounded
I  thought it was sweet, but it is rotten meat
And it smells in the wells, in the day's heat

What I thought I knew about love is forgotten
I left it in the lake, it has sunk to the bottom
My haystacks of mistakes are burning beside me
But I can't see for looking through the smoke
Which misguides me

What I thought I knew about love is all sold
I wrote it in the magazine had my words printed in gold
But they are too thin for the story to be told
So I try not to give - in, just God let me be bold

The word was on the tip of my tongue

And she was there also beyond
The pail
Looking for her chain mail
Armour to wear
Joan of Arc who had
Talked with God
And knew just exactly where
She belonged
And I fell like a beast in the field
Under her sword of the lord

I fell like a sacrificial calf
upon
The altar of circumstance
And so it was done
Like it should have been first
The cut was made
The scar will be worse
But the pain I remember
As if I'd rehearsed
This scene a thousand times
Already

And she saw signs,
I swear she did
In the pines,
On the paths
On the lines of her palms
In the tones of my laugh

Like a detective of the macabre-
Sonata a full evangelical
Angel fire-starter