Mr Landlord

 Oh Mr Landlord

Can you tell the way I must go

Oh Mr Landlord, 

Can you tell me the way home?

I've been wandering this old world like a Spaniard

Oh On a Galleon in search of my gold

But now Mr Landlord

I can't buy back the home that I sold

Oh Mr Landlord, shall I keep on my journey so bold

With all that I have shown you, do you believe

All you've been told?

There must be a time of my returning

There must be an hour that comes

And Oh I can't wait in the burning

In the heat of the day in the sun

Oh Mr Landlord, will you give me back

All that I am owed?

Or will I have to keep searching

Down that long lonesome road?

Carry a torch

 Tell me do you still carry a torch

for her?

Do you wait under the porch for her

Thinking hot thoughts that would scorch for her

Tell me do you still carry a torch for?

Well the lights went off and it all went dark

When you let go of my hand in the park

I thought you'd be back

But it soon all turned black

Except I still carry torch

And it lights my way, I mean until

the day brings some light into my life

Oh and it can seem grey, to think love never pays

But who knows what is wrong and what's right?

Do you still carry a torch for her?

Will you run the marathon sport for her?

Running on empty as the hope it grows plenty

Out in the barrels of night

Out where I search with my torch light

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Government of Love

 Oh you could be the next prime minister of my heart

You're the elected officials of the consciousness of love

And love is a policy which must tow the party line

Oh that thin thread between your heart and mine

Come muster your support, get the backings in the commons

Let the MPs of your Aorta call out in the chambers of belongings

And if you lost your heart in this election well why not try again

There will be another one coming and you'll be in the running my friend

I wrote down my constitution on the tissue paper of a lung

And blew it up like a balloon, so all the letters sung

And so enlarged was my chest, so courageous was my heart

But devious dealings and cowardice brought down my only art

For love is the exhibition, the portrait or the bust

Ex-rulers of love's country in a museum of lust

And sickness in love's hospitals where I spent my rest

Convalescing in love's company, or perhaps only its ghostliness

I sorted out my passport so I could cross love's borders

I had to escape my impasse, with my knights hauled up in corners

And their horses kicking around in one horse towns, 

where none could find a drink, 

well this town ain't big enough for the both of us

What the hell else did you think?

Love was what it ought to be, oh so long ago,

Just a wisp in the willows, just a twang of the bow

And yet it turned into a mist

That seeped amongst the shadows

And our boats they broke through the whiteness

On the way to marshy gallows 

Up against it

 You know we're up against it

And our backs are against the wall

Oh all the tribes of Egypt

They are plotting out our fall

But we will yet be victorious

Oh I can hear that clarion call

And the angels sing in chorus

As on the battlements we stand tall

Yes we are up against

But you know we must dig deep

Under the skin, to the guts where in

Our reserves of courage sleep

We must awaken the lion

And go roaring into the fight

For when you are up against it

There can be no escape or flight

Yes we must tough it out my friends

And wave our standards high

And let the banners of our armies

Unfurl and in the cross winds fly

We must meet our enemy

And we must knuckle down

And when we hear the speech of Henry

We will fight for country and crown

When the chips are down

 Will you still love me

When the chips are down

Oh the trees are now green,

But as I have seen, soon they will turn brown

So what I want to know is,

will you still love me

When the chips are down

I heard from the owl that it is night right now

And the sun it has gone down

Well more than that prayer or feather of your care

Will you still love me 

When the chips are down?

When the chips fall down boys

When the chips fall down

I'll pick you up

And set your crown

When the chips fall down

And out beyond the steaming morning

And the Church bell's chime

The storm that brews, it calls a warning

Of a hard and trying time

Will you come to me in my hour of darkness

Will you come to me and say

All the things good and bad in bargaining

When the chips are down?

Prime numbers

 Now, I'm not saying it is special

And I'm not saying it is fair

But just bear with me like heavy metal

When I say that you should care

I can walk, thank the Lord Jesus

I can walk at last

It has been a slow train coming,

And I didn't think it would pass

But with your blessing I can feel it like a weight lifted from my spine

I can walk without my spiders

I can walk my own true line

There were many who were my detractors

Some bad and also some kind

But they all served to me as reminders  of

What might happen if I didn't shine

So take back your protractors and calculators

Leave me the numbers of prime

I will divide each by themselves and then leave them

One at a bloody time

Prime numbers are much like my lovers

They cannot be counted nor divided

Except by themselves

And even the elves knew they 

Were having a good time