The nameless sky

 I saw you in the pennies ways

And half a cup of tea

and balderdash and many days

Between the sky and ski

And thought it left me like a jar

Empty of the jam

Looking out Into the sky

Asking who I am

Love it was a flightless bird

Oh but love did light the way

From corridors too absurd

To block or to give way

More than morning

Morose and mourning

Hit the qualities of shade

That all these starving darling starlings

Could now eat what man had made

But God shook the totem poles

Of power and of play

And took dark towers where wise men cower

And the good may hide away

And he felled with axes

The tree of life he made

For unless it grows with taxes

Then money collecting never pays

I fought my way to Eden 

I fought til kingdom came

And all dark storms did weaken

In the coming of brighter names

And when the words were spoken

Then spells they fell like flames

And landed upon the heads of those

Who chose life instead of fame

I kissed the hand of Jesus

And the 12 apostles' shame

Which one of them did laud it over

Him with such a claim?

That all God's earth was kingdom

And the King he shall reclaim

His right seat at throne of power

And all shall know his name

Windows

 well I used to think I had purpose

That gave me reason or rhyme

I used to think I could purchase

All I could buy of your time

But now it all seems so worthless

Just like a river of slime

Oh youth is all out to hurt us cos

I'm starting to run out of time

Nothing means what it says and

Nothing really is crime

When justice is a burnt olive branch

I keep getting handed time after time

Might it is like a sand castle

That the sea washes away in its tides

And Power is like a toy sail ship

That's adrift down the river or rhine

Come show me back to my own lands

I don't want to die on this hill

Many heroes have come here before us

And I've no doubt many more will

There is no vacuum between us

Except the one that our silence would kill

Oh I'm running in circles and the window cleaners

Can't wipe the stain from the sill   

Beat the clock

 I was going to a fancy-dress party dressed as an egg timer

Then another friend said

We'd better start running if we we want to get there on time

I said who ever heard of an egg timer getting to a party on time

And she said it isn't cool is it?

I said no, now set me.

Alright she said and gave me a turn

We better start running she said

I've got calories to burn

So as I was running down a dark alley

A mugger stopped me and asked

Could I take his mugshot

I said it wasn't my cup of tea

And anyway I was hot

He said you're boiling mate, I think you're burning up

In fact I think you have a temperature

I said we are trying to beat the clock

He said let me help you and gave me a 

clock round the ear

I said I think you've cracked it

He said I think you're shell shocked

Well this other mugger then appeared

I said oh here's your brother from another mugger

He said no that's just my tea bag friend

I said well I guessed that should do it

I can see how this story  will end

No, no he said, I think you've misunderstood

We are on are way to the same party

But we got lost in the neighbourhood

So we ran on together, down blind alleys and

Dead ends

But finally we came to the right cul-de-sac 

they like to call daggers bends

I could the point they were trying to make

With a name like that it offends

And the wolf pack were glaring out their windows

Like they were hungry to make friends

Well I fought them tooth and claw

And finally we made it to the front door

Where the part was in full swing

Come on let's go in you said

But I haven't brought anything

Look you got here on time

And that isn't a crime

Not until your egg timer rings

I can make it through

 I can make it through

If I'm drunk on you,

I can make it through to the end

Yes and in the little hut 

Somewhere in the desert

I was hauled up

Like an outlaw

And you came to see me,

But all you saw 

Was a vision of a ghost of a friend

Oh I can make it through

If I'm drunk on you

Yes I can make it through till the end

And if you close the door

Or be my Jackdaw

I'll invite you in as my friend

Don't spare me now, sparrow

I have only a cow

I'll have only a scowl for your owl

Who comes looking, and asking who's who

Well I can't make sense round the bend

But I'll make it through in the end

A good time to write?

 Now is a good time to write

The doors of the dawn are shut tight

And night's behind

The curtain and blind

Oh now is a good time to write

I thought I had given a fright

To myself in the depths of the night

But this early flight

Like a bird in the sights

Drops as a hammer of might

Give me a slice of the moon

The chances of getting there soon

Are bleeding away

For a year and a day

I'm on my ass like a baboon

What is there to write but night night

Drunk on you

 I can't get drunk on champagne

Vermouth and whisky they don't numb the pain

No but I'm a little tipsy, yes I can get a little frisky

Yes I can only get drunk on you

Powder keg and dynamite, 

might blow up the houses of Parliament tonight

TNT and Semtex, 

are gonna send some souls to cemeteries I bet,

But if I really want to blow my brain

I take a shot of you in my veins

I can only get drunk on you

Oh life and all its meanings

Can send some philosophers gleaning

In the fields of knowledge for their answers

Well Aristotle and Plato, with a bottle and play though

Can't give any answers more true

Than I'm only happy when I'm drunk on you

Bearly credible

 While you were gone a bear came into the room

Compartment?

Yes

Overhead

The Bristol suspension bridge

But in France

Crossing the channel

Or the Severn

? And a bear you say?

Yes

I had to clean the compartments

That was my job

On a venicular railway

Funicular

I said? She said yea, or nay

My pronunciation was off

Ven- like a vein I said? or Fun- like a funnel?

The debate never did get resolved because there was the bear

A Polar Bear? Yeah well

It could have been brown

A brown bear there in the town?

In this very room I had to tame it and play

And even then I never turned my back on it,

Like they say

But all of a sudden another one came

Two bears! Yeah! I couldn't believe it and this other one taught the other to stand

He whom I had tamed and there he was as I was ruffling his mane

He stand taller than I and growled

Unlike a performing bear

This bear was wild

But it made me mad too

For all that care I had given to you, I said

And this is how you repay me! My shoulders grew

And the hair on the back of my neck was on end

And the bear cowered in the end

Then I felt bad to have dominated him so

But the alternative would surely have meant my being mauled by two

From head to toe

I left that job cleaning this the gondalas that run on the ski lift across the Bristol Channel