Pale man

 whisky for your courage

Pelman for you pale

Pale riders in around your trail

I might be walking out of your city

Or I might be putting off to set sail

Look me up if you feel

like feeling pretty

look me me up I will meet you 

without fail

Whisky for your courage when the wind blows

As it turns around the arms of your white sails

See the flags fly high

And sheets of thunder

Sung like the hymns of god's of wonder

See the plastic bags fly in the tumbler

Raging round like jellyfish of the sky

Flesh is fire's friend

 Oh flesh, my flesh

mortal servant of the lord

Or servant of the fire?

When I watch him on the stage

Expire

Burning

Like a candlestick

He must sit upon the wick

And burn

In flame

And torture

Famine

Oh flesh

Of all the furniture

Fire is your friend

It must burn

In the end

Beyond The nerves

And sinews which extend

What frozen wonder land

Of wasted flesh

Oh flesh is fire's friend

Castles in the clouds

 B minor take me back

Down lanes so sweet

When life was fine

And things were meet

B minor to the E, we'll eat

The flower blossom in our mouths so sweet

The honey suckle on the boughs

The sway of tails of the cows

And grasses green and fields replete

With light summer rain

And swaying wheat

Oh B minor

But I know it's gone

It's only a line in a song

A harmony sung

In castles of clouds

Where I wander

with brow un-furrowed

Grammar Models

 Solace in the landscape

Is pretty

Seems to vanish energy

Seems to take all sorrow

From the doors of perception

Than in a big city the nerves jangle hit

against others

Are sparked off, like a fuse box

And the city lights go out

Dazzling amazing on the water

Languid, never sleeps

Oozing

this nightlife

In the countryside

The quiet night rolls

On, and what is there to do but

bemoan the passing time

The dreary year

In the buzzing city light, and flashes

The promise of glamour

But the dashed hope on the streets

The stammer of steps

that you fall down

Searching for Oz

 looking for Oz

in the underground

Searching for it in the city I found

Looking for riches, and gold

But I found wisdom at the end of the 

rainbow

looking for the wizard in nature

In the hopes of a new year's tide

Searching in the forests

Following up the green aisles

The winter time's bride

looking for it in the sky

We are all walking the yellow brick road

Walking it til we die

Sometimes I am the tin man

Who doesn't even feel

Sometimes I am the scare crow

Afraid of what isn't real

Sometimes I lack courage

But Dorothy pulls me through

As we walk our path of suffrage

What is really real ?

It is me and you

It is the dream of another world

Another place and time

A perfect amalgam

And an illusion

I can't abide

Milkman

 I like the milkman

You like the milkman ah

We all like the milkman

Love in the hills

 Out on the marshes

The endless parade

Of reeds like soldiers

Armies marching in charades

And high above them harriers harangue the pale 

Sky

Where do you expect

The division of labour to fall?

The hawks ask the buzzard

The buzzard ask the train

That rattles on beneath it

Like a bullet through the brain

What can you expect to do, or cut from the bone

When it has been gnawed so much

That the heart is no more a home

And I held you tight but

You fell through my hands like rain

When cupped I supped your water

But couldn't swallow your refrain

If I had my time again I would appreciate

What I had

You offered me life

And I threw it way

Like an apple that went bad

I think my whole existence

could be summed up in just a few words

To live and lose the love we had

passing by like a flock of birds

And yet the whole revelation

comes as some kind of second death

Or a kind of second coming

After a second breath

I tried to breathe easy this time sometimes easier said then done

When I see the gentle countryside

I am in love with

The Bakony hills loom large and black in the distance

Then they disappear but my memories are returning

And stirring in me feelings

of a love that keeps on burning