Hair raising

 Though in some its elastic

In others it's like plastic

The quality, the quality of hair is not strained

Some are like the hairy apes

Who in the forest reign

The quality, the quality of hair is not strained

You  may be a lion shaking off your mane

The quality , the quality of hair is not strained

Or perhaps you're a tiger swishing stripes in rain

It comes in all different colours and you'll know they're not the same

The quality, the quality of hair is not strained

Think of the mole, his skin it is quite strange,

You see him underground with black or brown mane

You think he is a man who walks about the town

But the quality, the quality of his hair is not strained

No don't find it yesterday

Don't look in your brush today

We leave our hair in every place

The quality's not strained

Though some hair is grey, some white or even beige

The blonde, the red, the brunette's head

The quality of hair is not strained

I once knew a moustached man

Who claimed his hair came from Japan

He asked them to pay for it

The quality is not strained

Then I saw a whaler's back

And nearly had a heart attack

The quality, the quality of hair is not strained

They gave him back his hair,

And he gave them back their swear

So now the Japanese can swear

With the best of the hairless brain

Oh the quality of hair, the quality of hair

The quality of hair, is not strained at all

No don't you ask me yesterday

What today I will pay

for just one hair upon your head

The quality's not strained

Don't you need me to reneg

On the wishes of your own egghead

They told me that it's not said

The quality is not strained

The quality of hair is not strained.

On Bodza Street.

 The dogs are howling on Bodza street

It's at the end of road where the loose ends meet

And I am in my throes dying on my feet

While the dogs keep barking on Bodza street

And the Angels wear halos for everyone they meet

But I can still see devils treading through the heat

And past times roll like pastures I stroll

As the dogs keep barking on Bodza street

And further in the night of dreams

I steal the rose and she steals the hymn

And no one knows just how the song goes

But the dogs keeps howling on Bodza street

I used your list to convict and resist

All those who opposed my changes

But don't it feel like we are strangers

When the dogs stop howling on Bodza street

Far from crowds that are maddening

I follow white clouds as they are saddening

And rain's rainbows that climb in laddering

While the dogs are still barking on Bodza street

Wearyall hollow/Fairy Copse

 I came unto the dark place

Shouded in mysteries

Darks irons of the pines

Scattered sunlight in line

And fairy folk and witches danced in the hollow

With barbarian badgers and swooping swallows

I came unto the darknes 

The plug of the hill

I pulled out the stopper and watched

The water fill

And freedom time for energy

That runs in sweet flowing rills

When I came unto the dark place

At the foot of the hill

Wagons Roll

 Covid brought me here

and it will send me back again

All these faces fall like tears 

down my window pane

But take no heed of fears

That fall like icy rain

For the sun will shine on the gears

And the wheels start moving again

Fast love take away

 TAKE AWAY LOVE

No you can't take away my love

you want fast love,

Love on the go

Well it don't come cheap

Like in some greasy show

When the chips are down

It's cheap as chips I know

Still you can't take away my

Love

When you've got no place left to go

Order me a love sandwich

Easy on the dressing

A burger between two baps

East Enders can be depressing

Love comes easy, love comes slow

Love is fat

Still you can't take away my love

I want a McLove Burger, with a love Flurry

Do you want chips with that?

Yes I'm in a hurry

Well I've gotta get home to my single apartment

And feed the cat

I want a take away love

I want a fast love

no messing, easy on the dressing

you can't say fairer than that

I want love fat

I want love handles

And love wax candles

That drip and melt in desire

No car wash love

No drive thru

Give me restaurants

And stop overs

Give me take away love

 

The living day

 Give me, let me take

Or give in the taking,

Let me live in the winning light

And during the dying dark of shade

Let me lay, waylaid, newly made

In the hay,

Let me live, in the living day

Hold my light in the bushel

Far from where the wolves whistle and bay

For my blood, oh let me love

Let me love in the living day

And all the houses are swaying, and the ponies neigh

And the Mouses are playing down in Mousel bay

So let me live, let me love, lord let me die and let me play

Let me make love,

Let me make love in the living day

Moth to the light

 She said you've got mothballs

You look into the light

In this a dark world

Where we walk through the night

She said your moth calls

Draws you into the night

Just another mother

Left to wander the night

It's like soft ball

You've to bat to win

But when the bat calls

You've got to fly into the wind

And I know oft the stalls

Are empty within

But full of moth balls

When the breads getting thin