I was walking down the road
When I saw a cleaner
He looked at me nice
But then he looked meaner
I said hey Joe why are you in a rush
He said I'm running cos I've lost my brush
I said you know you don't need to sweep it
Just push it on the ground
Lick it and keep
Lick it and keep it?
Lick it and keep it
I was walking down the road when I saw a pig
I said how do you Harold?
He said I need a wig
You see I can't decide if I'm a pig or a man
So I picked up from the road a shiny tin can
I said wear that on your head and you'll look like a soldier
He said boy that looks nice but it won't when its older
I said don't mind that Harold you're going to reap it
Just put it on your head
Lick it and keep it
Lick it and keep it?
Lick it and keep it
I was walking down the road
When I saw a fork
It was lying on the ground like it was dropped by a stork
I gave it to a woman pushing a pram
She said thanks for that and I replied no problem Ma'am
But what, am I meant to do with it now?
My baby won't use it and it can't help me milk a cow
Well I said you can send your baby to sleep with it
Just put it in its mouth
It will lick it and keep it
Lick and keep it?
Lick it and keep it
I was walking down the road when I saw a dentist
I said how come you're looking down in the mouth
He said well you know my business has gone south
I said how come? he said have you heard of chewing gum
Now everyone brushes their teeth there's no work to be done
Well that don't matter man, and I handed him a lolly
Just give one out to everyone and they'll make a folly
He said sure that's a good idea, but is it free
I said just try it out yourself
Suck it and see
Suck it and see?
Suck it and see
I was walking down the road when I saw a spider
I said what you doing now? Are you a spy or an insider?
She said don't get heavy man I'm just hanging round the corners
Looking for a new home trying catch the mourners
I said well you're a dead ringer for a high flyer
But what you need is a broom to make your web higher
She said why do I need a broom when I've got eight legs?
I said that's a good point now you can wear these clothes pegs
Clothes pegs man! What am I meant to do with those?
I said you put them on your feet you can hang up some clothes
She said ok fine but when I walk won't I creep it?
I said no problem luv,
Just lick it and keep it
Lick it and keep it?
Lick it and keep it
Sunday, 6 October 2019
Suck it and see
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Dance until the music fades
I try to look for you
But all I can see is the moon
Well honey why don't you see
I'm coming back to you soon
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
I try to walk to you
But then I reach the sea
The land falls away
And I'm left between
The devil and the deep blue
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
The Sheiks in their pyjamas
And all their purple shades
I've got sand in my Bahamas
And Royal roll on their parades
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
Well the sun is in its sky
And the farm is on its stead
And I'm wondering why
You took offense at what I said
Come dance with me baby
And we'll dance until the music fades
The Roman roads
They slip away
Like a night train rolling
Down the straight railway
I've been riding that train baby
All the day from dusk til dawn
So come dance with me baby
We'll dance until the music fades
But all I can see is the moon
Well honey why don't you see
I'm coming back to you soon
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
I try to walk to you
But then I reach the sea
The land falls away
And I'm left between
The devil and the deep blue
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
The Sheiks in their pyjamas
And all their purple shades
I've got sand in my Bahamas
And Royal roll on their parades
Come dance with me
And we'll dance until the music fades
Well the sun is in its sky
And the farm is on its stead
And I'm wondering why
You took offense at what I said
Come dance with me baby
And we'll dance until the music fades
The Roman roads
They slip away
Like a night train rolling
Down the straight railway
I've been riding that train baby
All the day from dusk til dawn
So come dance with me baby
We'll dance until the music fades
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 1 October 2019
The truth
Take this moment
Truth it comes so slow to me
Ah if only I had the eyes to see
But I am blind to what's in front of me
Truth it comes so slow to me
Others can see what I cannot
They get up and leave
At just the right moment
They do not dally to lend a hand
When they see I am a drowning man
Truth it comes so slow to me
What I lack in life is clarity
Others tell me to walk away
That I should never darken the doorway
But all that light turns into shade
When Truth it is so slow to me
But at last the light does dawn
The mansion is revealed
It floods the garden lawn
Every room is revealed inside
And I can see where I have hidden
My pride
Some how myself to me
Has been like this darkened monstrosity
This haunted house where her ghost haunts
But I've drawn back the curtains
The sun shines in through the vaults
And banished are her looks, her books
Banished those times of demise and rooks
Which lived in the upper tower
Have flown far away to some other power
My house is my own again
I live here in my home again
Every room is open
No door is barred
When something is spoken
Nothing gets broken or scarred
The Truth it is so slow to me
But truth at last did set me free
Truth it comes so slow to me
Ah if only I had the eyes to see
But I am blind to what's in front of me
Truth it comes so slow to me
Others can see what I cannot
They get up and leave
At just the right moment
They do not dally to lend a hand
When they see I am a drowning man
Truth it comes so slow to me
What I lack in life is clarity
Others tell me to walk away
That I should never darken the doorway
But all that light turns into shade
When Truth it is so slow to me
But at last the light does dawn
The mansion is revealed
It floods the garden lawn
Every room is revealed inside
And I can see where I have hidden
My pride
Some how myself to me
Has been like this darkened monstrosity
This haunted house where her ghost haunts
But I've drawn back the curtains
The sun shines in through the vaults
And banished are her looks, her books
Banished those times of demise and rooks
Which lived in the upper tower
Have flown far away to some other power
My house is my own again
I live here in my home again
Every room is open
No door is barred
When something is spoken
Nothing gets broken or scarred
The Truth it is so slow to me
But truth at last did set me free
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
a Truth part 1
Truth, my truth is that happiness
Is not a thing made of clay
It is transient like a golden globe of light
You cannot hold it too long
Before it slips away
It is not earned
Yet nor does it come through laziness
It requires work
It requires oneness
With being and the universe
There is a strange fact
That those who have less but
Spend their time with others
Rate themselves happier
Think, and thinking makes you sad
The knowledge is like a weight
But live, and dance and talk
And socialize
These things make people happy
Not work for work's sake
Life for life's sake
Find the God within
For God's sake
Is not a thing made of clay
It is transient like a golden globe of light
You cannot hold it too long
Before it slips away
It is not earned
Yet nor does it come through laziness
It requires work
It requires oneness
With being and the universe
There is a strange fact
That those who have less but
Spend their time with others
Rate themselves happier
Think, and thinking makes you sad
The knowledge is like a weight
But live, and dance and talk
And socialize
These things make people happy
Not work for work's sake
Life for life's sake
Find the God within
For God's sake
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 26 September 2019
Brown leaves
Brown leaves, brown leaves
Go walking down the street
The dead of the land
The wind will winnow and treat
Like people that stand
Like people that fall
Brown leaves, brown leaves
The wind will winnow them all
Brown leaves, brown leaves
And the fat of the land
The people will meet
But they won't understand
When the wind blows them down
They must try to stand
Brown leaves, brown leaves
Blown across this great land
Hear in the heart wood
The heart ache of the forest
Here every acre is living
On time it does borrow
Brown leaves in the field
By the river, in the hand
Green leaves today,
Will be brown leaves tomorrow
Go walking down the street
The dead of the land
The wind will winnow and treat
Like people that stand
Like people that fall
Brown leaves, brown leaves
The wind will winnow them all
Brown leaves, brown leaves
And the fat of the land
The people will meet
But they won't understand
When the wind blows them down
They must try to stand
Brown leaves, brown leaves
Blown across this great land
Hear in the heart wood
The heart ache of the forest
Here every acre is living
On time it does borrow
Brown leaves in the field
By the river, in the hand
Green leaves today,
Will be brown leaves tomorrow
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Wednesday, 25 September 2019
Summer nights
The Summer lights are going
The Winter nights are glowing
In this city
Harry Krishna tribes are singing
Who do you think you are?
You turn to me with that glazed look
Like your soul has been written
By my will
But that look
Like all your silver has been sold
And I'm the one
Who owes you gold
Who do you think you are
The alchemy of this situation
Is like a bowl of dust to me
Like a potter at a wheel
You've turned me
Around and around
To the shape you want me
Fired in your furnace of love
I'm like a fragile vase
For you to fill up
Who do you think you are
The Winter nights are glowing
In this city
Harry Krishna tribes are singing
Who do you think you are?
You turn to me with that glazed look
Like your soul has been written
By my will
But that look
Like all your silver has been sold
And I'm the one
Who owes you gold
Who do you think you are
The alchemy of this situation
Is like a bowl of dust to me
Like a potter at a wheel
You've turned me
Around and around
To the shape you want me
Fired in your furnace of love
I'm like a fragile vase
For you to fill up
Who do you think you are
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I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The long summer
Its time to look back
Now I'm not trying to compare
Nor even trying to understand
The things that I cannot bear
To even hold within my hands
It just leads to some despair
Of despots, generals, the common man
But if you tell me I will lead them
And together we can make a stand
Don't forget you owe me nobles
I borrowed your bottle
From the Arab sands
Where knights in white cloth
Ride full throttle
On their camels over land
Should you ask me for for their number
None will come when I feel number
Than a candle in a wax work tumbler
Rolling over rumplestiltskin
Last night I saw a ranger
Flying high above
The sea even looked
Stranger then
As if not the face I love
Autumn in Hungary
Warmth in the sunlit streets
Nobody moves out of your way
Nothing poetic to say about that
Now I'm not trying to compare
Nor even trying to understand
The things that I cannot bear
To even hold within my hands
It just leads to some despair
Of despots, generals, the common man
But if you tell me I will lead them
And together we can make a stand
Don't forget you owe me nobles
I borrowed your bottle
From the Arab sands
Where knights in white cloth
Ride full throttle
On their camels over land
Should you ask me for for their number
None will come when I feel number
Than a candle in a wax work tumbler
Rolling over rumplestiltskin
Last night I saw a ranger
Flying high above
The sea even looked
Stranger then
As if not the face I love
Autumn in Hungary
Warmth in the sunlit streets
Nobody moves out of your way
Nothing poetic to say about that
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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