Night dreams

 Night Owl outside my window

Some friend or other a 

photographer -yeah he was watching

He said look, A loud hoot,

Then across the road in the trees

A sight I could hardly believe

An Enormous Owl with an orange chest

Swooping down beside the railway tracks

And behind a wall

But this fellow had a belly on him

Like he had eat more than just mice

Then I saw

He was more man than owl

That wasn't nice

He had spent so long awake in the nights

He had turned into one who hunts

What did he eat this Night Owl?

Little kids in their beds

Or stray drunkards walking home?

picking them apart skin and bone

And imagine the size of his enormous pellets

They would drop like bombs

upon Shepton Mallet

The Owlman of Mallet

Night market

 Outside my window

There are Owl men

And Snail women who go wandering

And Hedgehog boys who skate their skateboards

And kick stones

And Badgermen fully grown

Like bears

Like wolverines

Running down the road

And the Seagull wives are squawking from the roof tops

And they are all going to the night market

Where everything is sold

And it's a dangerous town at night

You have to watch yourselves

In case the NightOwlmen catch you

And they won't show you no small mercies

But rip you bone from bone

But that's only under the trees

Don't go there alone

Otherwise

Most can be reasonable

Especially if they smell a bargain

A little more gruff at night

I'll grant you, not what you're used to?

Well, yeah

In the day they are friendlier

But at night it is more dog eat dog

The difference is they aren't afraid to show it

Fewer lies, you can't hide it at night

Your eyes, I mean they blaze and everyone can tell a false speaker

So don't ever try to fake it or you're dead

Just remember the rules of the night market

And you'll be fine

My love is skin deep

 Skin deep

Deep they say

My love is only skin deep

In capillaries and veins

And the skin fat

In butterflies and brains

And the shin chat that comes

From talking to your legs for too long

My love is body

Bone to bone, everybody,

Anybody

God I love a body

Who's body, yours or his or hers

Anything man, just pass the can

Love doesn't mind

It is kind or rather cruel

It is only skin deep

When you sleep, that's all

The nick of time

 I was on my way

On my way down

I had no words to say

Booted out of town

But I met you, just as the clock chimed

Yes you found me just in the nick of time

I was caught between the devil and the blue,

Oh I was nearly drowned

But you reached out a hand 

And you took mine

And then I knew

Just like a king is crowned

That I met you just in the nick of time

Oh the jokes they do

Come from all around

And they make me feel

Like some kind of clown

But then I saw you, and a silence fell

And my movements became like a mime

I didn't need words because you could always tell

That when I met you it was just in the nick of time

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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