Invention 1

 A packaging material made out of potatoes instead of plastic

Way up on the wall

 Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

I see you hanging there

God, God of all

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

I see the devil fighting

With St George or Paul

way up on the wall

Somewhere over there

Somewhere over there

Away from fear

But you bring it near

It is too close to call

He died for our sins

He died for our sins

But sins or not

It's getting hot

Underneath the skin

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

The stations of

The holy cross

Walking past the holy

Ghost

Way up on the Wall

And in the midst of life

We are sometimes lost

Sometimes found

Like a pound on the ground

But we can't count the cost

Way up on the wall

I'm waiting for the fall

Always waiting for the fall

When the curtain comes down

The king loses his crown

Way up on the wall

Way up on the wall

In the Church of 

Peter and Paul

Hanging there like a pear

Waiting for the apple to fall

Ever East

 Ever East, they kept extolling

The virtues of the Northern trolling

Like a pack of hungry wolves

Baying at the bar room brawls

And laying out their cousins flat

With the guard room mower

And the Frenchman's cat

But I see no ships said the sailor

Who spied and spied with his eye

But none could back up the failure

To launch or the success to fall

As a moon rocket or a thunder ball

And choking on the second chance balloon

That coughed up from the song of stomach Hume's

And looms of lice

And virtues paid for in paradise

We sequestered the lion to pull Daniel Through

The eye of the needle

And the Camel's pill

That once swallowed could

Yet be sniffed at

Though really the steam roller

Kept running him flat

And coughing

Oh the corners breached

Just the coffin sound that screeched

Like a howling bird of flight

Unfurled like a flag so bright

And reached into the great unknown

That was America then

When I was young

And wished for it again to be

Home of the brave and land of the free

Three blind mice

 You see he plays his part

Like an Eagle in a cage

Never knowing who to call on in his

Times of rage

And she the sun shone on

All through the plotted page

Just a story or a song

Just a triangle of age

How can she compass

The truth is in the Spire

And the Church stands there

As a badger in a choir

Singing to the underground

Of worms, and grubs and flowers

Whose roots have all been eaten

But They still love the sun's powers

Oh she waged a war across the Martian stage

And caterwauled her fairy dust

With the backgammon

And she visited the house

Of the three blind mice

Now none of them could see the world

But they all could tell the future

But the tales they told

Could never be foretold

Except of course by the Butcher

And so he cut off their tails and kept them hanging

So around and around their heads went banging

And they ended up in St Margret's hostel

Then they ended up in Bristol

And they started a band called Three blind mice

Until one was shot with a pistol

It was a harvest mouse with a grenade launcher

And he stayed the night in a cannibal hotel

He rang for room service then wouldn't you tell

Who turned up was the Butcher

He held three cards in his hand

And asked the mouse to take his chance

And so he did and the shot rang out

And the house of cards it fell down flat

With the King of Diamonds and Queen of spades

Head down in the concrete of the lamp shades

That kept on flickering on and off

And the harvester took what he could of the soft

Cheese that melted over the hares, and the dogs

Howled out in the Welsh rarebit valleys

But no Prince could be seen

Only the head of the poor old Queen

That rolled down the hill

Back to Jack and Jill

Who held the Ace of Hearts as bill and fare

For their journey

And broken crown

But who always knew

Were the three blind mice

Oh they ran and they ran

But could not escape

No they saw their future

But still had to meet their fate

Little cottage by the sea

 The windows to the sea

The sea of opportunity

The seagulls

Flying free

And you and me

For Eternity

In that little cottage

By the sea

In that little cottage by the sea

Where we can look out into the waves

Waves in the windows

And fish jumping free

White hats of the sailors

Bobbing to meet me

In that little cottage by the sea

Sea cliffs so mellow

Bellow and breeze

Fresh wind of fellow

Fish salty ease

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