Synonyms for boring - it's like watching paint dry,

I was dead bored, I've been lulled into a false sense of dull, plain Jane, I've got an urging to do my accounts, somebody pass me the crossword, tomorrow and tomorrow crawls on...in the beginning was the word, before that it was very quiet, don't get up, I'm only passing through, lethargy, a lack of energy snail slow, down to a snail's pace, life's ebb and flow has turned into a dribble, I know somebody famous you know,

In soul

Fog patches rising
Occasionally good
Occasionally very poor
In soul

Easter 1917

Easter in the trenches, the stenches
and the slime
I remember cooking tea
In a tin cup at the time
In the quiet of the truce
I had committed no crime
Only looking for the truth in God's plan
Searching for a brotherhood of man

Searching in the mud
In the pale sky
Searching in the face of the young man
Searching in the biscuit tin of the general
Looking into the soul of the brigadier
And across a barbed wire strewn land
For a brotherhood of man

I went across the boundary line
I went over the top
Over the parapit of hope
Pulled up the bucket of water
From the well on a rope
Staring into the depths of the Colonel's plan
For a brotherhood of man

Wading in the shore water
Running up the beaches
Looking in the crater
And the further reaches
Of the sick Lieutenant's eyes
For a brotherhood of man

Made my way up the gully
With the cannons pointing at me
Collecting the lives of those fallen down
Throwing their ashes to the sea
I called up the king and he held out his hand
Passed me the crown
I said is this the brotherhood of man?

Close number 7

She only loved the writer and poet
Who knows why but I blow it
It was a fast skid kid
It was a rough deal
Under the table
Gamble with men and horses
And forces beyond my control
It was a windscreen of damage
That I flew through
When we crashed our carriage
On the rocky road to marriage

It was a shattered image
That I managed
The reflection that I
Looked into in vain
It was a sky full of people and baggage
All refugees from
The heart land of pain
And I looked out my window
At all the garbage
And I think when you're in love
Nothing ever seems to change

And I need you now in the rows of cabbage
To dig for what I can't explain
Its just an itch I need to scratch
Its just a ravage in the corn and grain
I've been looking for my keys
Lost in my luggage
And you know my heart is locked up in a cage
Ever since I saw you
I have never been the same

Don't be a robot tonight

Will the robots kill us?
Don't let them take control
Don't let the money the greed and power
Rob you of your soul

All your cleverness, your logic
You cannot feel
What I feel
You would be human after all
It is a kind of magic
Only we have

You dismiss me like a crab
Discarded on the shore
An empty used up shell
Of the man I was before

But I have these feelings
Swilling in my soul
They move my arms and legs
They lift me on the wave

In my heart I can be brave
It is more than I can say for you
Hiding in your cave brewing up your tea
Well don't shoot the messenger
I've committed no crime
And you've committed none either
Except wasted both our time

I ask you who, who is the robot?
And who the human being
In this,our last day on Earth
Don't you want to feel
That feeling?

How long is your love?

How long is your love

Will it wrap the whole world around?

Will it stretch to the moon

Oh how long is your love?

Will it be the end of the line

Pretty soon?

Is it as long as the river that flows 

Oh from the mountains above 

Down to the valley below

How long is your love

How much farther to go

How long is your love 

Is it as long as a blue moon 

Or as long as a red letter day

Will it be gone too soon 

Or is your love gonna stay?

Is it long enough to care

Is it too long to bare 

Those soft southern hills

Well I've sought and I've plundered

I've lied and I've lamed

In the hills, in the valleys, in towns without name

In the streets of the city so pretty it kills

I left my woman behind at the foot of the hills


I've bought wheat and meat with my feet on the bills

Sought gold of all kinds in the valleys and hills

But I left behind my lady of the lake

To stake my claims was my big mistake

Well ask me one question I'll answer no lies

Was it worth it to live if the price is our lives?

And if it's for gold you will dig

Is it for gold you will die?

In the streets of the city far from the love left behind



Will you buy back your soul with all the money you earn?

Well if it's a claim that you stake

At its stake will you burn

In the streets of the city, so pretty it kills

But nothing compares to those soft southern hills