Masterthief

I had a dream that
You were with me and
The sand was a roaring beast
We were in
A desert land and
The sunlight never did cease

I stood up to great a mare
And
Check it over, checked her teeth
They were square and
Something there and
Some diamonds buried beneath

Well someday its all gonna be different
When I feel the weight of a leaf
Well every thing must fall
into the hands of the masterthief

The tourbus and the curtain closes
The firetrucks spray water hoses
I need to duck to sniff roses
While above me fly wild geese

There are two thoughts that keep
Coming to get me
The first is one of belief
The second is who is this Moses
Who tries to give me some relief

One day this is all gonna look different
I will steal enough to save our grief
Don't take me at my word
But just blame the masterthief

It should have been different but somebody stole it
They roll it in their mind like a grief
But next time my guards will patrol it
But they will never catch the masterthief

The statue is so deadly

Statue, statue Statue
Oh symbol of you
Lay you down in the ground
On a day so blue
And everytime I build you up
You meet somebody new
Oh Statue, Statue of you

Liberty, liberty, liberty
Liberty was my wife
But she was made of stone and bone
But no blood off my life
And I stood her up in the Cemetery
That was my strife
Oh Statue, statue of you

Don't you know art is deadly
And dreams are the stuff of art
They build up these symbols
In the foundation of your heart
And every time you paint them
A piece of you falls apart
Oh painting, painting of you

Waxwork, waxwork, waxwork
Oh waxwork doll
You walk around in facts and talk
Of taxes so droll
Happy with the maximum hurt
Bestowed by the toll
When we cross your bridge
You fine us, like a levy on our soul
Oh waxwork, waxwork of you

Museum, museum, museum
Its amusing to see 'em
There
Hanging in the gallery
In the hall of souls
Under lock and key of the guard
For all eternity
Love, liberty and waxwork
In a house so empty
Yet full of artifacts and objects
So deadly they have killed
All the painters and artists
Who ever shined their skill

So artwork, artwork, artwork
What will it be?
My money or my life said Titian
Said the greats of posterity
And everytime they build you up
They just have to fall
Oh Artwork is so deadly
Hanging on that wall

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?