I heard something in the night
I heard crying in the morning
Over the pots you were stirring
But what I want to know from you is
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
When the wind begins to bite?
Are you alright, as the geese begin their flight?
Are you alright, with his words
They cut just like swords
I must prise from your arms
Your ugly plight
Oh darling, are you alright?
Are you alright?
Can the world continue tonight?
Are you alright?
I know you won't go down without a fight?
Well in the early morn, before the oaths been sworn
Can you tell me, though inspite
Honey are you alright?
Tuesday, 24 December 2019
Are you alright?

Monday, 23 December 2019
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
For the sake of the past
Spend time with me for our words will never last
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
Before it is too late
Before they shut the gate
Spend time with me
Outside the garden wall
Watch as the sands do fall
And blow free
Can't you spend some time with me
Spend time with me
For our letters of the past
As the rain falls down my window pane
Like tears of frozen glass
Spend time with me in this world
And girl you know
We'll have a blast
Spend time with me
We'll go walking on the moon
Spend time with me
Through these days of doom
When everything's forgotten
But I can remember it so soon
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
We'll see what we shall see
Spend time with me
And what will be, will be
And if you haven't got used to me
By some future date and time
Well I can be forgiven for asking
For asking is no crime
So spend some of your time with me
For the sake of the past
Spend time with me for our words will never last
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
Before it is too late
Before they shut the gate
Spend time with me
Outside the garden wall
Watch as the sands do fall
And blow free
Can't you spend some time with me
Spend time with me
For our letters of the past
As the rain falls down my window pane
Like tears of frozen glass
Spend time with me in this world
And girl you know
We'll have a blast
Spend time with me
We'll go walking on the moon
Spend time with me
Through these days of doom
When everything's forgotten
But I can remember it so soon
Spend time with me
Spend time with me
We'll see what we shall see
Spend time with me
And what will be, will be
And if you haven't got used to me
By some future date and time
Well I can be forgiven for asking
For asking is no crime
So spend some of your time with me

Sunday, 22 December 2019
Laugh Kookaburra laugh
I can see the shadows on the wall
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the rain drops fall
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the winter hall, the creatures crawl
The peasants shawl
But I don't know how to make that funny at all
I can see the window ledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the children's sledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can make the strongest pledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
No I don't know how to make that funny at all
Somethings are so serious
They cannot be fooled
And some people are so humourous
They simply cannot be schooled
What is there in the winter pledge
That makes good bonfire fuel?
Perhaps just our vanities
But I don't find them funny at all
It is sad not to see the funny side of life
Sadder still to laugh at it all
There must be some value in a bride becoming a wife
The must be evolution from a clown to a fool
There must be restraint or else the unexpected is too cruel
But balance that and regulate with surprise
That is the comedian's tool
To be funny, I must put on my disguise
I must not write from the heart, I must write
To trick, treat and rule
Because the jester has his cane,
That he twizzles in his hand
And he can command with his rod
The vagaries of man
Or he can highlight to them
Their very foolish natures, their ineptitudes
Their solitudes, their cruelties in God's pastures
What he misses in pathos, he makes up for
In buckets of bathos,
And it is in these anti-climaxes that he reveals
His true psychosis
That neurotic need to be loved not for who he is
But for what he wants to be
Always the illusionist
The comedian up on stage is more a kind of magician
And he puts his brothers into the shade
When he refuses their admission
For there is a kind of magic circle
A kind of comedy ring
And when you are in that arena
The jester is always the king
But I see nothing funny in that kind of play
Always smoke and mirrors
No daggers nothing to slay
Too many ghosts already
Are rising from their grave
It is a black comedy
And we are the comedian's slave
I sit and laugh like a kookaburra
But I do not know at what
Just the audience in the canopy
Laughing at a pale blue spot
While all around me smoke
Rises to the skies
The Bush fires have a monopoly
Can't be quenched by the tears in my eyes
I am just another Kookaburra
Laughing in an old gum tree
Wise and old as a salamander
Shedding another skin to break free
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the rain drops fall
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the winter hall, the creatures crawl
The peasants shawl
But I don't know how to make that funny at all
I can see the window ledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can see the children's sledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
I can make the strongest pledge
But I don't know how to make that funny
No I don't know how to make that funny at all
Somethings are so serious
They cannot be fooled
And some people are so humourous
They simply cannot be schooled
What is there in the winter pledge
That makes good bonfire fuel?
Perhaps just our vanities
But I don't find them funny at all
It is sad not to see the funny side of life
Sadder still to laugh at it all
There must be some value in a bride becoming a wife
The must be evolution from a clown to a fool
There must be restraint or else the unexpected is too cruel
But balance that and regulate with surprise
That is the comedian's tool
To be funny, I must put on my disguise
I must not write from the heart, I must write
To trick, treat and rule
Because the jester has his cane,
That he twizzles in his hand
And he can command with his rod
The vagaries of man
Or he can highlight to them
Their very foolish natures, their ineptitudes
Their solitudes, their cruelties in God's pastures
What he misses in pathos, he makes up for
In buckets of bathos,
And it is in these anti-climaxes that he reveals
His true psychosis
That neurotic need to be loved not for who he is
But for what he wants to be
Always the illusionist
The comedian up on stage is more a kind of magician
And he puts his brothers into the shade
When he refuses their admission
For there is a kind of magic circle
A kind of comedy ring
And when you are in that arena
The jester is always the king
But I see nothing funny in that kind of play
Always smoke and mirrors
No daggers nothing to slay
Too many ghosts already
Are rising from their grave
It is a black comedy
And we are the comedian's slave
I sit and laugh like a kookaburra
But I do not know at what
Just the audience in the canopy
Laughing at a pale blue spot
While all around me smoke
Rises to the skies
The Bush fires have a monopoly
Can't be quenched by the tears in my eyes
I am just another Kookaburra
Laughing in an old gum tree
Wise and old as a salamander
Shedding another skin to break free

I'll begin with you
Well you find when its all shaken down
There is just yourself
Left in the town
And only ghosts rest their heads in your arms
And I wouldn't mind but if
I could have one wish
I would wish it all back to where it began
Oh, what to begin again
Begin as we mean to carry on
Begin with me
And together we’ll continue
Begin with me, I’ll begin with you
Starting is the best place to do
The things you always wanted to in the end
But you get tied down
You get tied up
In the thorny crown or the broken cup
Feeding the weary people from your soul
You get knocked down
Or you get blown up
By nobody around but everybody is sus
Pected of giving false information
Begin with me, I’ll begin with you
We’re on square one
Where are we going to?
Its up to us both
When one comes down to two
Darling if you begin with meI'll begin with you

Better late than never
I walked on past
When you said the good don't last
But what's rotten must fade away
Well I never asked, and you don't say
So its better late than never anyway
The strange weather warning
In the sky tonight
Clouds are rolling like an ocean
Way out of sight
And by the morning, these things will
Be alright
Its better late than never anyway
They held up the flag of liberty
Like a white flag of surrender
Then someone took their standard from them
And buried it in forever
They said we'll get there sooner or later
Its better late than never anyway
They came and took my soul
And buried it in the north pole
But the ice caps melt
Let it out and I felt
Relieved
But when it was warming up no one
Believed, what their eyes perceived
Still now they see, feel and hear what
Mother nature says
Its better late than never anyway
When you said the good don't last
But what's rotten must fade away
Well I never asked, and you don't say
So its better late than never anyway
The strange weather warning
In the sky tonight
Clouds are rolling like an ocean
Way out of sight
And by the morning, these things will
Be alright
Its better late than never anyway
They held up the flag of liberty
Like a white flag of surrender
Then someone took their standard from them
And buried it in forever
They said we'll get there sooner or later
Its better late than never anyway
They came and took my soul
And buried it in the north pole
But the ice caps melt
Let it out and I felt
Relieved
But when it was warming up no one
Believed, what their eyes perceived
Still now they see, feel and hear what
Mother nature says
Its better late than never anyway

Saturday, 21 December 2019
No one else is waiting here
Look around you are all alone
The ship has left you the beach to comb
But you can't find hide nor hair of them
The precious stone or priceless gem
Stand up right and face your fear
No one else is waiting here
The dogs of war have bayed at last
Another shots poured in your glass
But ask at the bar for the movie star
They'll give you a stare like you are
The only one there without eyes or ears
For no one else is waiting here
You walk in the city of the crusted queens
Only they can tell you the things they've seen
The castle spires and the Windows gleam
But it's always like someone else's dream
Look around people look back at you queer
You are the only one waiting here
Everyone's in a rush to be somewhere it's clear
From the city crush to the countryside peer
They deal you in but you have to be quick
Or you'll be knocked out with the yard stick
No one ever stands in line to cheer
You are the only one waiting around here
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Friday, 20 December 2019
River alone
I live by the river
And she takes away my dreams
I live by the river
She ties up my seams
Well we all need a river
Sometimes to take us
Through our reams
It has been so long since
I touched her skin
It has been so long since
I don't know where to begin
It has been so long
And I fall between
Two chairs and the air
And nobody wins
Well I came to the river
With its bed of stones
I came to the river with
Its bed of stones
And who knew a quiver
Or a man could atone
When he knelt by the river
And lay down his bones
Just he and the river alone
And she takes away my dreams
I live by the river
She ties up my seams
Well we all need a river
Sometimes to take us
Through our reams
It has been so long since
I touched her skin
It has been so long since
I don't know where to begin
It has been so long
And I fall between
Two chairs and the air
And nobody wins
Well I came to the river
With its bed of stones
I came to the river with
Its bed of stones
And who knew a quiver
Or a man could atone
When he knelt by the river
And lay down his bones
Just he and the river alone

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