Plant life

Bratislava the cranes cried
Their iron lifts turn wind mill arms
So long ago
You used to be an actor on a tv show
You used to be a factor
In the government grow
But now you aren't
You're just a plant

So long ago
You used to own a factory
On prospects row
You used to be a
Satisfactory crop scare crow
But now you aren't
You're just a plant

Just a plant gone to seed
Just a tree shed its leaves
The crops they grow
Now you don't sow

None except the insurance salesman knows
Your secret
But you can bank on him
He'll keep it
Because he's your friend and in the
Final end he'll reap it
All the seeds you've sewn
All the things you've known
He'll steal it
I can feel it
In my bones
You used to cheat
But now your can't
You're just a plant

The fields are full
Of your breed
They blow like reeds
In the wind

And sun flowers turn their heads
To all the things you said
To all your scarecrows
You used to chant
Your war cries
Over foreign skies
But now you can't
You're just a plant

Master plan

When I live the life I live
In the way I want to
When shits been through the seive
And the golds found you
Then come to me
We will see the master plan

When the birds have flown the nest
And the long pigs gone down to rest
Then come to me
When you know who I am
And I will show you the master plan

Well it's been two summers passed
When I did see you last
And the goal posts have moved
From the football stand
But if you can hold onto your soul
And if you can reach the final goal
Then I'll show you who I am
I'll show you the master plan

There's been a tide that keeps on rolling
And snowball that keeps on bowling
And a fire burning in the heart of the land
But if you look up late at night
And see the myriad stars shining bright
For every woman and every man
Then I'll show you the master plan

There was a time

I leave you the lion's share
The work has been eked out
Like blood from a stone
Like Moses in the mountain
I've been looking for my staff
But I can't find anyone
To telegraph

Like Donald Trump
No, let's not laugh
The Circus is in town
And they're looking for a fall Guy
Adam applied
And Eve lead a Giraffe
She said you must have a stiff neck
To put up with the runway
Everyone is either taking off
Or pulling over on the road
And She doesn't want to give you the cold shoulder
But Paradise was sold
And they bought the plot
From the Virgin Mother
Who tended the verger's road
She cut the grass, while
The day was cut in half
But it never did perfectly fold

You see the blood line differed
Between Jesus and Clifford
And Rochdale never made the bounty
Where the county line dropped
When I was calling up the cops
And the bastards put me on hold
Now what about this for an emergency
I told them
Someone is being crucified tonight
And it maybe me
Or it may be Ben Franklin
But I can guarantee
Somebody's feet will get cold

So they left me in jail
Until I turned pale
And all the blood ran from my head
And I asked the judge for two years
So I could sink a few beers
Before they finally cut off my head

They answered now Chris
Don't take the piss
Impersonating Jesus
Is a serious matter
You cannot simply
Go around walking on water
Or interpreting in a spiritual chatter
There must be a substance to your ghost
There must be holiness to your host
So get ready to give your body
In the service of your post
And deliver yourself freely
Without further delay

I answered the Judge
Fifteen lifetimes have I spent
Practicing this speech
And I believe it heaven sent
Then I turned to the Jury
And with a twist of my tongue
I started to speak sideways
Like through the barrel of a gun
And they understood every word I did utter
And it fell like manna from heaven
All be it in the gutter
And eventually the river ran down the drain
And the rats absorbed the chemicals
I had put in their brains

Now I think this to be the perfect experiment
If you can judge me holy
Then you must give me your sentiment
But if you judge me wrong
Then damn me and your souls
And send me up to the gallows
Or set my body on your coals
For I am neither good man nor am I bad
But I am wise in everyone's eyes
And there is only one place
That such a man can reside
That is either in a cave somewhere
Or he must be crucified
Because he is too dangerous to let
Wander the streets
And tell everyone not to be afraid
Of Spiritual cold feet
But that to be brave
Is what the lord will most cherish
So put your hands on the chopping block
And let the tools perish

So they sent me up the hill
And I carried my cross
And I they did kill
When they nailed me to my post
But I asked them one question
Before I did die
I said when there are so many others
Why make me your fall guy?

The lines

The lines were drawn but crossed
And I paid to my great cost
For in the face of a ghost
I wanted to hang on to her who I lost

I made it personal when it should have
Been business
Made it a rehearsal when life is always
An essence
I made it a sugar coated pill to swallow
But I wasn't prepared for the sickness
To follow

I should have been sure that I could pass over
But I painted my door with a four leafed clover
And left it all up to chance
Oh but that I blame on the summer's
Aroma of romance

Heady with flowers' scent and honey
I fly busy as a bee spending my money
Not thinking on what has just been
But only on all the attractive things I've seen

But that was a day of the past
How come all these good things
Don't last?

Ironing boards

What's in an ironing board mama
Is it the heat of sun
When the clothes are rubbing?
Is it the run of textile on fabric
Or the clink clunk of iron
When you stand it?

What's in an ironing board mama?
Is it the love that you have for your son?
Is it the life that once went wrong
Or awry
Is it the steam that is needed
Because the cotton is dry
And the crease just won't come out
Is it trying to make perfect
Every last doubt
Until all the problems are ironed out
Smoothed over
No one screams and shouts
About jumpers and pullovers
And the shirts are ready to wear
And the trousers are pressed
And folded down the seams
And we all are impressed
With the size of our dreams
When we still had them

That's what seems
To be in an ironing board mama
That and a pea under a hundred
Mattresses of a princess
Who can't get to sleep

Suddenly the sunrise

Suddenly the sun rose
From behind the trees
Thistles and wild roses grow
In the whistling breeze
Finally in the evening
The nightingale sings her song
Of all the mornings of tomorrow
That are yet to come
And hope it springs eternal
In the valley of the sun
Where the empire rises
When the emperor wears his new clothes

I leave it all up to you

I shall leave it up to you
The river was deep, but we pushed on through
The valley did rise,
But like a setting sun
I know that you'll be getting it done
I'm gonna trust you to do
What you say you will do
I'll leave it all up to you

I leave it in your hands now
There's nothing left for me to do
You can take the reins from here
You can steer the ship clear
I'm gonna let you paddle your own canoe
From here on out
I leave it up to you

I could've told you how to live
I could've pointed a gun
But you see I wanted to give
You every chance that's under the sun
And if you really knew
Just everything
I've thought or done
Then you'd know its true
I'll leave it all up to you