Backstabber

 My back hurt me the other day

It was back with a vengeance

Spilt Milk 1

 There's more to life than dreaming

Dreams they don't come true

Unless you hold onto the seeming

Impossibility of me and you

There's more to the neck of the bottle

Than all the wine that could flow

And if you run at it full throttle

Well the boiler surely will blow

There's more to life than dreams

Dreams they rarely come true

You think this knife is subtle

Well it cuts me away from you

Oh the wolves in the forest 

And oh the sheep on the hill

You cannot get back what you promised 

And this love has a license to kill

Finally she left without warning

Finally I got the final bill

I read the news in the morning

By the afternoon I had had my fill

There's more to life than dreaming

For dreams they rarely come true

There's no use in crying over spilt milk

that tipped over

There's no use in crying over you

I think in another life we were both cats

Maybe I've had eight or nine

But you had the cream of the takings

And now I'm going to get mine

There's more to life than dreaming

For dreams they rarely come true

You 've given me more than I'd bargained for

And now there's no use crying over you

Don't you see that it's useless 

to try to be more than you can be

I think that you should be confused less

As there's no use in crying over me

King for a day

 What if we were kings just for a day

24 hours on a king's pay

They'd do anything, anything that we say

If we were kings, just for a day

just for a day

Be sure

 There're tears in your eyes

But don't ask why

When you're so sure of it

That you could fly

When you're falling down

Think you'll die

When you find your wings

And you can fly

Well you just better be sure

Before you cut the cord

that you don't want to speak anymore

When you're falling down like you fell before

When you're falling down like you fell before

But you cut the cord

You cut the cord

Snow drops grow in the foot prints of the saints

The pure white snow there's no darkness to taint it

And I would paint your picture, like you paint your toes

Oh you better be sure before you let go

Oh the snow came down, like it did before

And the paint dripped on the floor

Beauty skips away on the land

The beauty skips again with the springtime skin

And the lambkins sip down at the ford

And you better be quick when you cut the cord

It's all going now, it's all going

You can start your life again,

Start your life again

While it's snowing

Yes while it's snowing

And the wind is blowing

And the Rams are ramming

The Ewes are lambing

Spring is growing, and you must be going

You better be sure, before you cut the cord

That you don't need me no more

You don't need me no more

You better be sure

cut the cord

 You better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure before you walk the boards

Before you jump from the plane

Before you go out into the rain

You better be sure before you cut the cord

Spring time is come

But it's not for real

The fingers of winter

They still can feel

The holes of the sky

Where your soul falls through

the rain comes down

And you turn blue

Oh you better be sure before you cut the cord

You better be sure

Before you close the door

You're falling down

Like you fell before

Falling down through the trap door

I look for you

In the empty house

I chase around the lion or mouse

And knew before you closed the door

That you better be sure before you cut the cord

Before you cut the cord, before you cut the cord

you cut the cord

Seeing dragons

 Well if you draw open your curtains

Will you see into the light?

And let all those mythical dragons

Go flying off into the night

And I hope you won't shed a tear

When you see those dragons fly

Each time they come by the same time of year

No don't regret we said goodbye

The carnival fills the streets

The flashing fireworks and white teeth

The river of time winds by

Like a thread that spools out beneath

A kite that you let fly

Don't regret the time we had together

Every balloon must soon lose its tether

Why does the child ask the parent

Will you ever die?

Why do they ever promise to stay alive forever?

Only in childish dreams

Can these things seem

Real

So when you let me go, don't cry

3rd March dream

 I had a dream, I walked down

To the end of England

Down near Cornwall

There was a bench on the cliff and

A man sleeping there

Then I went down to the mines

A lazy ineffectual man was shovelling

coal into bags from a heap

On a trailer bed

I started to join in

I was stronger than him

He gave up

That is all I can remember 

Of that dream