Take me to the bridge

 Take me to the bridge of understanding

Take me to the bridge of your dreams

Take me to the bridge of the foregrounding

Take me to the bridge of your streams

Take me to the edge of forever

Take me to the limit of your tether

Take me to the most outfar reaches

Take me to your beaches

I will carry on forever

In the airy bounds above

Take me to the bridge of understanding

Take me to the bridge of your love

There are many rivers beneath us

And so much water has passed between us

There are so many valleys below us

And many mountains above

Take me to the bridge of understanding

Take me to the bridge of your love

I need to find a way to cross

To cross the river between us

There must be more than I can see

There must be more that I can trust

Take me to the bridge of understanding

Take me to the bridge of your love

Travelling tears

 Hear that steam whistle blowing

Over the hills and through the wind

Hear it blowing for you and for him

Hear it blowing for you and for him

And it will blow through the leaves and through the trees

And it will blow through the cobweb of the years

And it will shunt up the tracks ever going

And it will be like the travelling tears

It will ever go from midnight til the morning

And blow through the hills and trees

And yes you can hear that steam train blow out its warning

For it's crying those travelling tears

And sometimes joy in the joining of two people

Sometimes force through the course of the years

Sometimes loss in the pain of separation

Oh they're departing with travelling tears

In the heat in the hour of conversation

They can speak on the platform standing near

And if you wait there for me at the station

You'll be crying those travelling tears

Yes you can hear the steam train blow out its warning

It is a hoot, a toot through the years

It says decide on your final destination 

Or you'll feel those travelling tears

Or you'll shed those travelling tears

In the truth of the pale last question

You can ask me about all my fears

Well I'll know when you meet me at the station

You will cry those travelling tears

You will cry those travelling tears

Skin in the game

 Skin in the game,

Oh skin in the game

It's all the same when you've got skin in the game

You've got to admit, you've got to have skin in the game

Drive off a cliff, don't be tight lipped

Let the hips kiss, it's so far from this

You've got to admit

You've got to have skin in the game

Oh the shame

There's no one to blame

None who can name

One single cuplprit who can even claim

They stood on the summit

and sung it

Or from the pulpit they'd plummet

You know it's a shame

But you've got to have skin in the game

Take or leave it, cut it and sleave it,

Come from the fore or the rear,

Cut off a toe or slice off an ear

It is sheer hypocrisy to me

Leave it on the butcher's table

Maybe Cane and Abel,

Leave a trace of blood, 

Like Hansel and Gretel through the mud,

You know it's a shame but you've got to have

Skin in the game, or so they claim

Make the sunrise, wear clothes of disguise

Hide the sun's rays behind rainy days

It shouldn't take long

To sing on your song of praise,

In many ways

Fire engine bell ringing out insane

They're burning down the tower of Babylon's great name

You know I can hear them say

You've got to have skin in the game

Oh it don't mean a thing, if you don't got that ring

You've got to have skin in the game

Squirrel

 Oh Squirrel who cares

If your nuts freeze

If they're frosty cones

And ice-cream pears

Nobody cares, look after number one son

Climb your bat infested tree

And stick it to the woodpecker

Who is drilling in your ear

Like a mad dentist

Slash and burn, slash and burn

The acorn is born

From your forgetfulness

Tree planter, Robin chanter

In the tree top's highest reach

Screech, and chirp, and pepper in wood pecker rhyme

No, screwdriver tongue

But the bells have sung and hung out

To dry in your silver squirrel sky

Half life of your care

 Won't you tell me

How you're spinning

In the radioactive isotope there

Won't you tell me, the half life of your care, oh yeah

Is it 50, is it 40 ,

Is it around 20:20

What do you need? And what do you you dare, oh yeah

In the foreground

In the fairground

In the far sound from somewhere

Won't you tell me, the half life of your care?

How long will it take for me to decay

Like a jailbird, like a mocking jay

In the forest, in the thickest wood

Or neighbourhood

See diffraction like an x-ray

See the cathode tube and particle spray

In the foreground television there, back in the day

And the white noise, and the signal,

Getting lost in the Mendip hills

Give me microwave, give me ultrasonic care, oh yeah

In the photograph, of exposure

I can see I'm getting older,

Who will still be there?

I'll give you guesses, maybe two or three

Show you infinity, and eternity

But just show me you will still be there

Oh you can tell me, probabilities

You juggle the uncertainties

Just hold my hand, if I despair

Firefly, burning in the night

Photons flying at the speed of light

When Time is sidewise

Train carriage doesn't look so bare

I try to hold you but I'm lost now

In the spinning, forgetting everything

Entropy and chaos, Magnetic resonance

Bring me back into the foreground

I can touch you on the shoulder

Radiotherapist, radiographer 

Tell me what is the half life of your care?

Shepton on Show

 Behind the scrape the hotel slates

Fall from the roof that stand up late

Into the scoffs of hate and rebuke

The pavements soft from puddles of puke

And Shepton stands above it all

The show of hands is ready to fall

But play your cards right late at night 

See the lands of firelight

Where burning men and women fight

Like flames of candles flicker in plight

Shepton, Shepton on show

Shepton, Shepton on show

The windows full of birds and bees

And Coloured snow and worms that seize

The books they throw at the libraries

And the jokes they tell in the reggae-ease

Of Shepton, Shepton on Show

Behind the handpicked frieze

The bright rainbow is covered in sleaze

And thoughts which show the summer's ease

No greased elbow or lock-jawed keys

So cling to the clinker of unspoken word

Fly away like a jailbird

And say what you say without being heard

It's a world away from castle and sword 

Shepton, Shepton on show

Sniffing sponges

 You said to me this what you are

Don't be a shrew when you're a shining star

You need not fear for where you are

You are in Shepton Mallet

Don't sniff my sponge or make my clunge 

Oh so final in accounting

There are no puns, to rhyme with guns

Or even out of banking

Do not make use of goats or sheep

Don't sniff around the border

There no ships that sail beneath

The out of way recorders

Don't sniff my sponge you say to me

Don't sniff my colour on TV

You can taste salt or umami

But don't you sniff the sponge of me

I care not for your crowing tongue

You lisp like Mister slow income

You hear me go, but you don't know bum

I fear you sniff my sponges

Don't clean up so you can see glowing

surfaces and hunches

Oh windy-winding hingey-grinding

Out of all expenses

I see you go down on the snow

And leave your foot print in clunches

You make such fantastic curries

That you eat as your lunches

When we are there the snow does fall

And under foot it crunches

But there are so few rhymes to rhyme

With you and sniffing sponges

I should go back, I should not stay

I should get flak, but not I'm gay

For being what I am and say

You keep on sniffing sponges

So be a good boy now and go

Out on your own in bunches

Oh follow your nose, just like god knows

But don't go sniffing sponges

There are so many words to rhyme

With house and horse and lunches

But so few now we must admit

Which rhyme with sniffing sponges