Another thing coming

 If you think like that

You've got another thing coming

They're running rats down through the grubbing

If you think like that you've got another thing coming

He's so arrogant, he's got another thing coming

If you think like that you've got another thing coming

Well they were waiting in the line at the rodeo

Waiting to see old tom foolio

If you think that he won't buck you

He will tho

If you think like that you've got another thing coming

And another and another

Just another thing coming

Down the road to Babylon

Just another, and another

another thing coming on the road just another one

Well buses they never come when you need them

And horses never drink where you lead them

and the forces of chance are like arrows that glance

Off the targets when you don't heed them

Well you think you've understood? But you've got another thing coming

And another, another, another and another

Yeah you've got another thing coming

And if you think that good fortune, should be your birthright

Then you take a left at the sand dunes and turn on your headlights

You'll see a rabbit with another thing coming 

Doesn't matter if you have respect, things never do quite what you expect

Oh because you've got another thing coming

New life

 I got a new life

One I don't regret

I want a new life

One where I can forget

That old life

Where the rain always was

wet

Running down the window

of my chances

I'm in a new house

One of hope and life

Living like a church mouse

But away from a roaring wife

Needing a new douse

Of something like a fire

To cleanse me of my misery

and a memory that sours

Take me on board

Take me as I am

I'm in a new hoard

I feel like a new man

Give me overlord

With a brand new plan

I am getting a new life

Last resort

 Give me back the kingdom

Of the last resort

Out of all life's freedoms

And give me back my sport

To the witching hour where

The cats have power

And I neither need the lava nor 

The kind of hurt

Night guard

 Black to black

In the night of the guard

The world like a sire to the last

Broken on the hill

Of becoming

Salt fire and ash

In the mouth of the south

While the North looks down its nose

At us

And the soggy bottom of a marsh

Swells and swelters and sweats

In the beads of cookie cutter mountains

Beds alight with the embers of love

And grave yards that glow in the dust

Houses that smoulder after the floods

And Kitsch curt right courts exploding in blood

How can you hold onto the one that you love

How can you ask me when it's good enough

If you don't know by now it's a shame

But it's all just throw of the dice in the game

Talk about it

 Snow flakes in heaven

Give me dust in my shirt

And a weight that hurts

A back breaking sign of things to come

And how to run, how to run

I don't want to talk about it any more

Memoirs of a hermit -26thSept 2021

 I went for a walk in the park

On a Sunday morning

On the way back a pigeon  flew into a car

It was flapping around on the road

So I picked it up

And lay it next to the hedge on some straw

In its death throes

It opened its mouth

and contorted and looked at the sky

Back home I talked about Harry Potter with a Japanese student

Then a different student was drunk so I cancelled the lesson

I went to church in Shepton Mallet

Talked with Sami a Japanese lady 

About the congregation and the drummer

Who had a learning disability

Then a Pigeon flew into the Church in the middle

Of a sermon about storms on the sea of Galleli

And how Jesus calmed the storm

And was a sleep while all the fishermen panicked

And he said quiet

The Vicar pronounced the word loudly as 

The pigeon flapped in the rafters

Then came to a stop in the children's cresh

I moved over to catch it and set it free

But it flew up again

The Vicar said

and Jesus said the mind boggles

I felt embarassed at the distraction I had exacerbated

By my attempt at capture

And left the church

I drove to Great Breech wood

In order to find the Sedgmoor volunteers

But was late and couldn't find them

After two hours of wandering

I sat down on New Hill and ate some lunch

I saw an Asian Wasp

Or a murder hornet

Got caught up in some gorse and brambles

Then walked back to the car.

So emotional

 It's so emotional

The way you rock the cradle

The way you care for one and all

It's so emotional

It's so disasterous like a fall

Like a grace that's saved but then

you call, put us back in our places

And wipe our brave faces

Oh it's so emotional

The tears of the terror bomb

The tears of space

That cry out the stars in their eyes

And hear from the eves of the changing of race

Into colour blindness and lies

It's all so emotional