The Advice of Chaucer

She was reeling from a fight
From a love who she'd left behind
Her bed was like a ship
That rocked across the sea

I'm eating fishes
And the bacteria
Of the wishes
That I can't control

I cry for you
I cry to the lord

I'm in a fight for my life
I've seen the early morning light
And the night cut like a knife
Through the barrels of my soul

I have a kidney of consequence
Which filters all my dreams
And empties my utopias
Into someone else's streams

And the firebrands are scoffing
At the girls without their souls
Knowing that they'll be coughin
In some fiery hell holes

And temptation takes me
Like seal that is slipped
Like a knife beneath the shoulder blades
Or a hole in the hull of my ship

There's a leak in my consciousness
Where salvation drips
Either I will drown in self-confidence
Or be buried inside some skips

Don't ask me for my blessing
You must go and choose your own way
Just be careful to avoid the ones who lose
And never work for those who don't pay

To the tune of Cleopatre's needle

I get up in the morning
The fish are still yawning
In the wild sea's coast
Far from the warning
That you felt it was burning
That I loved you the most

You never gave me your name
You gave me many things
That I called a shame
But you never did give me your name

So I can't remember now what you said to me
I can't recall what you thought or thanked
But maybe you were a Romanian
Maybe you were a Bulgarian
Maybe you held a glass in your hand
Well it was easier for me if you name it
Easier if you blame it
All on me

But you never gave me your name did you
So I guess that She will have to do

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?