Foot steps on the street

All the chrome horses had run around
Their courses
And are now leap frogging
Over the hedge
And the drivers are waiting in the
Queues anticipating
What sentences will fall
From my head
They are blocked up
Like a Mental Brexit
There is no road map to my
Soul
And I am lost in this city
Where the girls are so pretty
I have fever that is hard to control

If I've said it once
I've said it a thousand times
She will not call
She is wasting my time
I'm backed up against and iron clad wall
And the rust is peeling off
Blood red

The sentences fall,
with no trouble at all
I have to stoop down to pick them
Off the floor

And the park lingers on
In its cold tree song
For the old men
Who wander unfed

Unfed, unfed
They are going to bed
On the benches, in the
Galleries of bushes
Under the hedges
Where the birdies
Befriend them
With reveries of lives
Long dead

Long dead, long dead
Inside their heads
With reveries of lives long dead

Peeling back the tarmac
Taking up the cobbles
Digging beneath the street
Where the old beggar hobbles
Where the old beggar hobbles

And underneath the sooty street
The earthen sand stare
Are the graves of those long gone
Those bone people who lived before

Before, before
Those who lived before
Those are the roads that they tread
But are they the same
As we walk in vain
Are all our footsteps
destined instead?
Are all our footsteps predestined
instead?

Horses trot
And graves they rot
Horse hooves just clip-clop
Their certain air
Of a midnight lair
Where the past walks down the street.

All the Saints today

Come on Saint George
Set down your grey hair
Set down your false disguise
You're in the Angel's lair
But there's a devil beside

And Saint George you should know
About the times she's lied
And it isn't fair
The times the maiden's cried

But oh Saint George
You know the truth can't hide
You're in the dragon's lair
Pick up your shield with pride

And I think you should know
There's a devil there
But an Angel beside
So set down your grey hair
Pick up your sword with pride

Now the flames that scare
Fly from her mouth and fried
All the saints held there
To the stakes where they're tied

And I think you should know
How much the other saints tried
Saint Andrew's bear, Saint Patrick
Down on the snakes did ride

But its all the same
In the dragons lair
There's an Angel there
But a devil beside
So pick up your shield
Fight back the flame
Loves a battlefield
Where all the saints have died

When love comes to call

Your hands are up against the wall
The seconds pass but they never fall
A grain of sand can be a cannon ball
The speeding bullet leaves no trace at all
And you think you might cross the line
But your'e still just a clock wasting time

They line you up in the noon day sun
Stand you there and point the gun
Ask you son if there's somebody you wanna call
And you look up into the blazing sky
And beg your father please tell me why
I am made to suffer the indignities of grace
And you think that you might cross the line
That mercy might walk by, or show her face
But you know like a clock you're just wasting time
Cos we're all just standing up against the wall

Can there be an Eden where all our thoughts stand still?
That little forest path on the edge of the hill
That place in which time and love are held in suspension
Like the clock had stopped and we were held in detention
It happened to me once, then it happened the other way around
A friend hurt me, now I've hurt a friend
And how do we know just what we will do?
When love comes to call, when love comes to call?

I was walking in the forest of good intent
And thought I spied a deer so towards her I lent
I shot my arrow, it hit her heart and down she did fall
How do we know what we'll do
When love comes  to call?

Fire your burning arrows, ye gods, ye gods
Some of you play with our hearts
Like you play the fish with your bait and rods
Some of you toss the coin, some roll the dice
But its all the same in the final flame
When your hearts turn to ice

I thought I saw you in a dream, your
Grass snakes out numbered me
We dug them out, did they return?
All I know is how hot the arrows burn
When love comes to call
When love comes to call

Good Bye Vienna

Well its goodbye Vienna

And so long Saigon

Hello Honolulu

And my love is long gone

Ten thousand miles

On the blade of a knife

But it never cut me once

Not like my life

I shot through the country

And into the yard

And at the back of the city

My head hit down hard

Well its ten thousand borders

That I need to cross

But just one line between us

That decides a win or a loss

And I don’t like to gamble

With my heart in that way

Its already a shamble,

like a needle in the hay

I’ve lost my bearing

Somewhere on your map

And you’re out of my hearing

As you sit on my lap

There’s a wild unknown country

Where I must go

And so its out of the city

And on with the show

Where do those rails run?

Cold iron, cold iron
Where do these rails run?
Into the cold heart of the country
Into the hearts of everyone

Cold iron in my soul
A sliver of shrapnel
Just the last part
Of the bullet in my heart
Where you shot me

Cold iron, cold iron
Come to take my cares away
From the cold, cold morning
Of the railway

Cold iron in the north wind
Cold iron to the west
All I see are cold iron people
Wearing their chain mail vests

Come lay down your sleepers
Come lay them to rest
Cold iron creepers
Like vipers leaving the nest

Up past the scrub-land
Of the good intention
Out to the bone white trees
Into the frozen hands
Of a cold morning's breeze
Too cold to carry pretension

Some rails lead nowhere
Some tracks are dead
Some are like wild hair
Growing on a homeless man's head

Some sleepers are just rotten
They never find a bed
They can sleep no longer-they've forgotten
How to rest their heads

But the cold iron will remains
Even if their rails
Will carry no more trains

Their intention has been hammered down
By nine inch nails
Coffin ground, coffin ground
I can hear that coughin' sound
From the heart and lungs on fire
Smoke pours out from Hell's choir

Coffin ground where they lay their iron
Across the world, made their bed to lie on
Where are those rails running?
The devil knows and his cunning
Where have them rails run?
From hell below to heaven's sun

Let you go

I'm sorry I never meant to go
Down the streets against love's flow
Where people always fight
The sons of darkness
The daughters of light
To the towers of despair
I never meant to meet you there
I never meant to climb their stair

Just to find you
Just looking for you
I never meant to die for you
To seek you, or lie for you
In the pond of regret
Where we ponder and reflect
We are just tear drops
causing a ripple effect
Twisting beauty out of shape
Making pain in the neck nape

But slowly the image that was perfect
Has gone, its shattered like an ice lake
With the cracks in its surface
I began to lose your face
In the memories I make

I'm sorry I never meant to let you go
In the river's turbid flow
I never meant to let you drown
Or let you down
Now you're the queen
And I'm the clown

The War of the Roses

You give them away

A petal a day

A piece of your heart

For you own peace of mind

The Queen of hearts turned down her thumb

The ax fell, what's done is done

Another dead head

In the rose garden of her soul

The white and the red

They fight in your bed

And prick your sides with their thorn

It was more truth than lies

That tore at your pride

And it hurt just like being born

Oh please tell me why

When all loves may die

Must the War of the Roses rage on?

They cut up their soldiers

In a paper chain

And send them marching into the fray

Again, and again

But you just give them away

A petal a day

A paper heart inside a paper cup

No use screwing up

Those love letters you never sent

Just to scribble them again to vent

Your frustrations on the situation

It is impermeable, like a fish tank

You can’t get out

And everyone just watches you

Swimming around and about

With no particular purpose

No definite scheme

Just a clown in a circus

Or a boat adrift in a stream

No one said life was a bed of Roses

You made your bed now lie in it

We all wear the thorny crown

Each have our crosses to bear

There must come a night

Between the white and red light

When you have to decide to pick a side

So please tell me why

When all love may die

Must the War of the Roses

Rage on?