A little too far

I went a little too far over the line
Trying to make them see my point of view
I went a little too far over the line
Honey now I think so are you

You stepped a little too far over the edge
Now you're trying to cling onto the ledge
Your gripping onto the railing
Still trying to continue your hailing
You stepped a little too far over the line

I went a little too far over the line
Just trying to define the space, between
Your heart and mine
Trying a little too hard to make dreams come true
Trying to make the grey skies blue
I went a little too far over the line
And honey now I think so are you

The clown only has two faces

The faces of the clubs
Are in and out,
Like the faces of the pubs that you scout
Some faces never seem to fit the fold
Other faces too close to your breast you hold
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the spade
Are of the spaces that you made
I dug whatever plot I was told
When you called me those many names
Well I just went down in flames
Like the Zepplin in the sky waylaid
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the diamonds
I searched hard to find them
Down the mineshaft Shining
Or in the sparkling bay
But the many faces smiling
Of the chandelier diamonds
The black face suited you best that day
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the heart
Like a mirror broken apart
Showed bleeding
Showed bruising
One heart split in two
My face looks at you
My face using
Your face needing
The Face of hearts
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The face of the Ace
Is always ready
The faces of King and Queen rules the throne
But there will always be a joker to set the tone
Because the clown only has two faces
One is up, the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

Well when you're dead you're dead
They can't kill you anymore
Still I wish I had had some warning
Before I opened the garage door
How was I to know about the giant anvil overhead
Hanging by a horses hair, the thinnest of threads?
Well what would you have done, I ask you
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

It was the first thing on my mind in the morning
And I thought about it all the previous night
I could have done with some kind of warning
Would have been nice to have seen a head light
But I suppose it serves me right, walking along the railway tracks
With my ear phones plugged in, but no train in front in sight
How was I meant to know, they come from behind as well, I ask you!
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

You know its something you can't explain
Like a bullet in your brain
Or swallowing razor blades
Why do some people do these things while seeming so sane
While on the inside they must turning crazy blue shades
I thought I'd go and see a pschotherapist
But instead I saw a psychopathic hypnotist
Who put me in a trance then proceeded to dance
Me off the nearest cliff, well I didn't see that one coming, did you?
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

I went into the undertakers to see about a coffin

It was pretty cold that day and the guy couldn’t keep from coughin’

So, when he took himself off for a little R n R

I undertook myself to try out a coffin as like it was a sports car

So, I lay myself down inside it and folded all my limbs in

When to my surprise snap down the lid came just like a pedal bin

Well I thought if its going to happen it might as well be here

I only wish that it wasn't so sound proof and that guy could hear
But luckily my phone still had signal so I whatsapped my old dear
She said "Talk about jumping the gun! That's just like you!"

And I said: "Until my dying day, dying was the last thing I wanted to do"

Christmas on the moon

I want to spend Christmas on the moon
Far away from
All this gloom
Give me oceans of rolling sand
Stand me upright, tell me who I am
Kick me sideways
And watch me roll
Always myways but a big dark soul
Going into shadow
Eclipsing and soon
I'll be spending Christmas on the moon

When I am up, the earth is down
Give me no chalice cup in which to drown
Its cold up here but hey women swoon
For a man who lives his days
Up on the moon

I used to wish for witches to burn
But then I read books
And learned that switches can turn
Sometimes they are in phase
And sometimes they yearn
But that's only on Saturdays
By Monday courts adjurn

I have two faces
Two sides to know
One comes when I'm full
The other when I'm low
But feed me Christmas dinner
And I'm yours although
I need some moonshine with it
Or else a worm that glows

Bring it back home

Don't bring it through the fog
Don't bring it through the listless trees crying
Bring it on the back of the frog
Bring it from the prince that's dying

Don't bring it on your knees
Bring it on the carpet that is flying
Don't bring it in Ash keys
Bring it in the lockets of love sighing

I saw you in the stream
With water fairies about you pining
For the river logs
That passed them by so stream-lining

Come check with me again
Bounce your cheques off Big Ben
The balance of the city is sky-lining
I've seen about a friend
In the silouhetted end
Who is crossing off his list all those whining

So four score years and ten
That is what we will have then
By the time all words are down in-lining
The writer and his pen
As the cockrel and his hen
Will walk about the farmyard rhyming

Two Truths, one lie

Somethings are true in the morning
That at night seemed lost in a haze
Like the night is meant for our lies
And the truth is only good for our days
Well I show you these things as a warning
In case you walk down or follow my ways
The night time is meant for lying
And the truth is only good for our days

I saw two shoots grow in the garden
The rain fell the sun shone its rays
But at night one shoot's new leaves did harden
And for the other it flowered in the shades
Now I ask for no excuses or pardons
But I loved the latter in more ways
For it showed its beauty in my night garden
While the other only showed its beauty in its days

I can love someone for their truths betold
But I can love them more for the lies they hold
For in each is a kind of beauty in parade
As I can love both flowers in my garden
One who lies like the lady of shade
And another who bows her head and begs my pardon
But raises it with the sun when a new day is made

Never Meet Your Heroes

Never meet your heroes or at least that's what they say
On the hour that you meet them they might not save your day
It was in a pub one Tuesday, and I was yet to pay
When Nicholas Cage came in and I felt compelled to say Hey

Hey I said, Hey I know who you are!
You walk the boards, you tread the stage
You're are that famous star
Indeed I am said Cage, Cage by name
Not Cagey by nature, ready for any adventure
There's just one thing left to write on the page
But I could not say it, for I was too dazzled by fame

Star struck they say, the cat got my tongue
I was all dried up, I could not think of someone
Or something to say except, this great actor of our age
Was standing before me Nicholas Cage

Well he reached out his hand and I reached mine out too
Our palms embraced, like a joining of two
I can't say kindred spirits, but I felt my own soar
Like an Eagle's nest with an egg in it, that I wanted to adore
But the reality of the situation was hatching
And my dumb wordlessness was catching
And I just knew that soon he'd walk away
Never meet your heroes at least that's what they say
For if you do they may not be the ones to save your day

So soon the silence passed, I began to look down in my glass
It was only a thought away, why could I not have grabbed the moment
Took the bull by the horns and owned it? But alas
I let the lion out its cage, that was the day I let him get away
Now I'm no match for a cage fighter, more athletic perhaps not lighter
But stronger in a sinewy sort of way,
And he was powerfully built, like highlander in a kilt
I thought he could toss the caber clean away
So there was no use in doing with swords
What I could not do with my words
Try to fight to make him stay
And yet I'm glad that I delayed him
But unlike St George's dragon I never slayed him
For he is too much man or beast to even play

Just like a ship he passed,
Into the night of the everlast
And perhaps will never cross again my way
They say never meet your heroes in case they turn out to be zeroes
But for me Nicholas Cage still saved my day