The bells of Csepel

The bells of Csepel
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing

Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung

They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung

The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging

Stealing words

What did the singers mean
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between

And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung

I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace

I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why

He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds

I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host

One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin

And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain

Csaba

I am writing this
For a guy I know
He's very cool
The type is true
Daisy chains and pipes that flue
Through his big literary brains
Like geese that flew, like winter rains
And summer hazes
As Summer fields of daisies
And swallows following mazes
Through and through
A deep brain
Like a deep river rumbles over rocks
But is silent in its secrets
It holds in its depths
Its surface is still
It is cool

And immediately we know
It as our other selves
Like a mirror
A quivering river's reflection
Showing the imperfections
But the figure
Is walking away
With the black crows
The ravens road
Down the green valley pathway

Brand Victim

He was a brand victim
He was a victim of the Brand
And if you saw him you'd convict him
Of falling victim to a fashion crime

Some times men can be so egotistical
Sometimes they love their own image far too much
This was the case with old Narcissus
Who with his own reflection fell in love

Now Old narcissus was a victim
He was a victim of a crime
Old narcissus you'd convict him
Of being in the right place but at the wrong time

Who was it pulled the plug on the space project?
Who was it said to explore space was a crime?
Well that man at NASA was a brand victim
And he fell victim to a tear in space-time

You know God he is up there in his heaven
Twiddling his thumbs wasting time
Because down here man is a brand victim
And Adam fell victim to the original brand crime

Adam and Eve had no fashion
For that trade they simply had no time
But they fell victim to their passion
And then they fell victim to the fig-leaf brand crime

I wish I could tell you a story
How we all had common sense all the time
Unfortunately for us, Adam, Eve or Narcissus
I've fallen victim to my own lack of time

The lion and the Griffin

The lion and the griffin
They were fighting
For the shield of St George
When Hercules walked down
To the Danube
And said to them both climb on board

Well down in the reeds
He met St Christopher
Carrying on his shoulder
The Saviour Our Lord
And Hercules said to the child
Well come on now
And climb on board

And as he was crossing that old river
The tide was strong, the river broad
And then he met old Moses and the Israelites
And so he said to them
Climb on board

Old Moses he proved very useful
He cut back the tide with his sword
And down with the flapping fish
They met Atlas
Who said my shoulders are strong
So climb on board

Now down on the river bed
It was muddy
And Atlas began to sink
Under his hoard
Until who should he meet
But a great sea snake
Who said my back is long
So climb on board

Now they all slithered along quite safely
And they thought
All of their problems were cured
Until they met old Satan
Hiding in the river basin
And he whispered to them
Climb on board

So they went down
That old plug hole
Where it is the whirl pool of the world
But down at the gate
Satan met his check mate
In the fine figure of the Lord

Now He said to Satan
Give them back
Their souls are mine I am assured
And so they had a fight
In the darkest time of night
And in the morn
The Lord said to them all
Climb on board

So he brought them up
The plug hole
And tread down on the head
Of the serpent
And they all rose alright
In the new day's light
Out on the other river shore

Thanks to you we have been saved
Thanks to you we are cured
And the Lord said in response
That is nonsense
Anytime you need me I can be called
Just look up and pray
And climb on board

About love

I don't know what we're going to do about love
I don't think I can figure it out
Like pieces of a puzzle with some bits left out
I don't know what we're going to do about love

I don't have a clue
In the sky of blue
I don't want it back
Like a night of black

I don't want it green
Like a field I have seen
Give it to me yellow
Like an evening mellow

Give it to me strange
Because I need the change
Give it to me odd
Like I believe in God
Don't give it to me pained
Because I'm already chained

I don't know what we're going to do about love

And I know this needs to be changed
I just don't know how
I know its rearranged
Like the stars and the plough

I know what I thought I knew
About all the times we've pulled on through
But I don't know now
What we're going to do
About love

Hopes and Fears

Willow cotton on the ground
The river path gravel
Without much sound
Beside the birds who awake
And found
The glassy river reflects the ground
And trees shudder in the echo of cold
From the days long gone but still bold
Which made them strong to withhold
The coming rains from clouded folds

And animistic rites of passion
Stand hard like a hair style fashion
Upon the things that I once said
Arising from a sun soaked head

Meaning less my birth right fixed
By the fens and rows of sticks
That make up pens for men and bricks
To live within their courts of tricks

And out perform each other's trades
Sparkling in some dark charade
Of Gods and ghosts and other shades
Of all the hosts upon this stage

I see beyond the curtained wall
To the time before the fall
When Adam and Eve were quite enthralled
By the wind that cannon balled

And knocked down flat their ideas
Of each others hopes and each's fears
For before the fall they both had ears
But neither had eyes to see nor tears