Me too

 You who let sleeping dogs lie

And choo, choo the poo poo train

You who mew upon the morrow

Who sew up and borrow 

All things blue from weddings

Where you weed out the sorrow

And string it up on washing lines

Like the verse of the hearse

Or laugh at funerals

Or entice the Gods of war

To run amuck through the graveyard

Of second chances, 

You must blow like the wind through the branches

Of the Elder and the Yew

Yew who, like the owl, wearing a scowl

And a cowl ready to howl at the bowels

Of the Earth when they open up your plot

And find you forgot to love the things you got

Or you gave away what was given you

You owl ghost of the night post

Squawking and calling You who

Twit twa woo, twit twoo, you who?

Me too.

I hold counsel with the friends of dwarves

And shadows under shelves of course

I carve up the lion's share and give away kingdoms

To Unknown warriors, and Unborn youth

To inherit the flesh and tumble

Yet nothing can flash and stumble

Like lightning on wounded knee

Or stills of scenes of tragedy

That play out here home or abroad

I must leave now before I get bored

Dirty Street

 Take me to the mountain

Take me apart

Like the rock may I never break

My heart

Take me to the mountain

Sweeping

Up on dirty street can be a 

Hard place to beat

Meeting crowds and passing feet

All walking down Dirty Street

I wish that I 

Didn't live here

Wish I didn't have this job

This town is getting me down

To the point where I nearly sob

On Dirty Street

In rainy town

Where the pigeons keep

Flyin around

And the seagulls beak speaks

A harsh sound

On Dirty Street in Shepton Town

I don't know if I'll ever get clear

It's gonna take a lot of running

To get out of here

Because the cops pull you over and 

Look at you queer

On Dirty Street

You've got something to fear

On Dirty Street

I'm cleaning up my act

I'm gonna get myself together

And file all my facts

And put all my ducks

Out in a nice neat row

On Dirty Street

With the bright rainbow

I hear her voice

 I hear her voice

In my day between the sheets

That blow in the breeze

As I lie in bed asleep

There is a pain that doesn't ease

I hear her voice when I am going

Down the path

And into the deep

And I wonder will I ever see her

Is she gone forever from the watch I keep

I hear her voice

Across the waves

Across the waves of the sea

And as I'm standing on the cliff tops

I hear her voice when I am free

Paul St Community Hall

 The Paul Street community hall

There he goes riding 

Down from Bristol town

Across the Mendip hills

John Wesley

Riding like a fire fly

Alive with zeal and skill

Burning, burning passion

Driven convicted will

Build up all my churches

Bring the men to church

Lead the congregation

Through the slump and lurch

Out of heavy industry

Out with coal and oil

Give them some salvation

Which is worthy of their toil

Lift their spirits in the hall

Of the Methodist

Reciting in the circle

Hear the cheers go round

Circus shorts

 The circus came to town

The ringmaster and clown

Not pulling any punches

Pulling lots of hair

Pulling over drivers

Screw drivers and survivors

And Pirates are walking around

With performing bears

She held a tiger in her hands

And camera in her pocket

Little miss Lucky locket

Forming figures

From the statues of dancers

Standing like a straight up and down

Bottle of Champagne

Bursting in bubbles

Walking in vain along the tight rope of years

Like hamsters in cages they rolled

Turning mechanical crane

Running round in circles

In the circus of the years

She is tied up and let down

Always the pull if you're a twin

Of the invisible string

The almost shared placenta

The picture of the womb

The acrobat and the firm believer

In the miracle room

Painting pictures on the ceiling

Of Adam touching God

And the trapeze artist

and aerialist are reaching

Ever reaching to hold the horse shoe

Shod

And in between the tug of war

Over the fair share of good luck

She picked up the horse shoe

And the elephant trod

And up and down and all over the town

In the arms of the clown

And the Ringmaster pursued them

With his crown of thorns

And bleeding stigmata palms

All the way through the lavender farms

And shook them down

And the bees shot out

The bees buzzed out

The way I see it

 The way I see it

That's just the way I see it

You could be down on your luck and blue

But if that's the worst thing that's coming to you

You're pretty lucky

That's the way I see it

You could be fighting a war

That means nothing to you

But instead you're home and dry

Scot free I'm sure

At least that's the way I see it

Blindman

 Feel like a blind man

Lost in confusion and fear

I keep moving around 

But no one comes near

I'm on foreign ground

And the rules are not clear

Won't somebody tell me

How to get the hell out of here?

Lost and found on the merry-go-round

For another year