Reflections in the water

 And I grind my teeth

Yes And I say but then no

I act, I beat the foe

I give him what for ho, ho

Do I ? No

I grind my teeth and wait for 

The tornedo

To pass, to blow over like

A tropical storm over

A desert island

Where I sit in stow

Reading books

Grinding my teeth

Sacred

 I only have this life

So I must try to live it

I have this one life

There should be no limit

 

I can only try to be myself

I can only try and be

 

When you’re looking at your gravestone

What will it say?

Will it say he spent his life

In a completely different way

That he chose his way to live

Or will it say he had so much to forgive?

 

It is more a sin not to live the life within

To live a full life that requires no strife

But walking in nature

I think that’s the thing

Being in nature

Being able to sing

 

Yes that is what I adore

I would like to live it some more

And I don’t wish

To lose this religion

It is so sacred without indecision

It would’ve been nice

 

It would’ve been nice

If they’d let me be myself

Well it would have been nice

If they’d not put me on the shelf

It would have been nice if they’d have encouraged me to write

Instead of all the little bits of shite

Yes, it would have been nice

 

Oh it would have been nice

If they’d have asked me what I thought

It would’ve been nice

To not keep drawing noughts

It would have been nice to draw out all the words

Yes it would’ve been nice to have listened to the birds

It would’ve been nice not to scrimp and save

It would’ve been nice not to be looking at my grave

It would’ve been nice not to be a coward but be brave

It would’ve been nice, if I’d have lived twice

It would’ve been nice

 

It would’ve been nice to shave off all my hair

It would’ve been nice to go dancing down the stair

It would’ve been nice to change my drab grey clothes

It would’ve been nice to have a different nose

 

Well it would’ve been nice if I had lived twice

But there we go

One must open one’s eyes and realize what one has

Appreciate the things the good from the bad

And accentuate the positive in this wonderful world

And realize the negatives don’t come from sacrifice

Yes, in fact, that it is already nice

Yes it really is nice that I have this life

It really is nice

That other’s like and sacrifice

It really is right to look into God’s eyes

And say thank you for the day

And thank you for the night

Nostalgia

 Nostalgia

lookin' back on the days gone by

Like the stars in the night sky

Nostaglia

Nosta, notre, notredamn

Lady burning through the night

Falling down into my bed

Her name was Nostalgia

Nostalgia walking by my side

Like a shadow I abide

Nosta, my lady Nostalgia

She walks while I run

She talks while I gaze at the sun

My lady Nostalgia

Cooks me my meals

On her old stove

Singing songs of sweet love

Oh my lady Nostalgia

Where will we go together?

I cannot tell, 

I only know where we have been

Down in the wishing well

Looking up at the stars we both have seen

Me and my lady Nostalgia

Willow crack and willow bend

 If I could see you mellow friend

Willow crack and willow bend

If I could hold you in the pen

But willow crack and willow bend

Though it doesn't fix or like new mend

Willow cracks and willow bends

The water is the willow's friend

Willow crack and willow bend

Willow weave over the seas

Willow weave, oh willow weave

Willow crack and willow bend

Willow keep my mellow friend

There are poplars growing straight

Willow crack and willow bend

But they never grow so late

As Willow cracks and willow bends

And there are Alder who drink and send

Their limbs out straight to the rainbow's end

Yet Willow crack and willow bend

I had love, I had a life

Willow crack, willow bend

But I did not make her my wife

Willow crack and willow bend

And so it was I gripped knife

Willow crack and willow bend

Then I heard her land in strife

Willow crack and willow bend

All I saw was bloody knife

Willow crack and willow bend

And bold blood was running twice

Oh willow crack and willow bend

In the meadow the butterflies

Yes willow crack and willow bend

I saw the old bull sitting nice

The sun did shine into his eyes

Upon his ring shone paradise

As he looked out into the light

Yes willow crack and Willow bend

And it was there that I saw the Spring

Willow crack and Willow sing

And all the marsh marigolds like bells did ring

Their yellow sound through everything

Oh Willow crack and willow bend

Yes willow drink to a long lost friend

Oh willow crack and willow bend

And willow thinks when will it end

I saw my love through a long glass lens

Willow crack and willow bend

And where my love goes I too must wend

Willow crack and willow bend

And come the rain over the moor

Yes willow crack and willow bend

I loved in vain, I shall love no more

Yes willow crack and willow bend

And all is pain, but I do adore

When willows crack and willows bend

The wind will gain and crows will craw

As willow cracks and willow bends

The lights the same but sometimes poor

When willow cracks and willow bends

The fields furrow like ripples ashore

Oh willow crack and willow bend

The road is long, so long for sure

The willow cracks and the willow bends

And the chaffinch speak, and they speak some more

The willow cracks, and the willow bends

I see jack and I see george, I see Jackdaws, I see Jackdaws

And I look back through the open door

The willow cracks and the willow bends

And I see paths that are no more

The willow cracks and willow bends

And in the attack of the coming war

The willow cracks and the willow bends

There are facts and then there's the score

As the willow cracks and bends no more

The name of love

 I have known the Capulets

I have known the Montagues too

And everything they had done

In the name of loving you

There are some families out there

who don't believe it's true

But I saw it in the paper and I saw

it in the deepest blue

Some things that you see you can believe

In just one sight

But never I saw true love more

Than I saw it that first night

Some people don't even see what's right in front of their eyes

They can be so blind to love and walk over on the otherside

I have seen the Capulets and I've seen the Montagues too

And they have known that their heart's not stone

And that love's not true

I have searched the forests, I've searched the deserts too

I have not seen love I've known for a week or two

I had asked Apollo, I asked Hermes and Mars

They pointed me to the swallows and said why not cross some stars

I walked upon the moon and I looked for love up there

But it was only a reflection in a spoon and a long cold stare

I want to find a place that you can tell me so

That there is a place to go, where the love does show

Sometimes it is hidden in the reeds like a Bittern

Sometimes love will boom its name just as it is written

I cannot believe my words, I can't believe what they say

If you tell me love's a bird that will fly away

There are many martyrs who have fallen on their swords

All in the name of love but now they fall no more

What can you tell me of, if it's not in vain

Don't love the same woman time and time again

Well I knew the Capulets, I knew the Montagues too

I walked in the House of God and out the window flew

I was a ghost in the haunted house upon the hill

A ghost of all the love that's past and all that ever will

She left it in her will to me, she left me a million dollars

Said that love can't be bought or sold and that gold was hollow

And I knew the Capulets and I knew Montagues too

And I walked with Angels when two lovers did love true

There can be no answers fit, no answers can be given

That love is just a place to sit with a bright red ribbon

Gastro-enteritis

 Gold bricking

I was panning for gold

But found only dust

It came down in showers

Like the rains of rust

From some giant construtction

The Gods did create

But I found no noughats

Only loose flakes

The pan was gold leafed

And I collected the dust into a solution

For the mining company to assay

It's chemical conclusion

24 carats say

Or pure, pure gold

What's it worth anyway

To know what is sold?

I brought my find to the miners office

They said we won't accept it

It's in the wrong bottle

I said I can decant it now

They said no come back next week

The courier is here and you've missed the deadline

How can you say that I was right on the line

You've been standing here arguing with me

About rules and time

The time has run past on your gold plated face

And now you see I need to know the worth of this

Gold  - is Fortune or waste?

They said you won't know anyway until next week

The over officious little hitler stuck up bitch

You've run out of time, of that be sure

Now get out and leave from this office back door

So I drove away but my car stalled

It was weighed down with words

And weighed down with Gold

And I knew I'd found a vein

But I could stake a claim

For they had closed up shop

For me to put a stake to my name

It was glowing in my hand as I walked back through

The car park

It was a real lodestone

One that attracted attention