Well they told me that I had more to learn
Keep learning
Keep learning
Everything you learn will be another string to your bow
Keep learning boys
The green holly hangs upon the bough
Keep learning, keep learning
Everything you cherish
Will be gone somehow
Keep learning boys
The friends that we had
They'll be gone somehow
Keep learning, keep learning
Gone as the green grass
Under the plough
Keep learning boys
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
If I found a pot of gold
I would buy back the love I sold
But nothing will turn back the clock
And there's no shifting that mental block
If I found a pot of gold
I'd lay a path like the yellow brick road
And riches, property and wealth
Would all lead to corruption of self
If I found a pot of gold
More than anything, I'd want to be told
Leave it alone for it wasn't yours
And it's best not to step through temptation's doors
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
My tax bill came in I said
Wow how come?
The drum on the beat continued to hum
I put down the letter and
Twiddled my thumbs
Wow, I said wow
To the police I give a tenth of my vow
Jeeze Louise, I need to take a bow
For the Fire and rescue, I give a twelfth
Wow, I said wow
Adult social care almost as much as the police
Wow, Moses, Holy crocuses
If their parents never had them
We'd be sweet as roses
Burn that money somehow
Who are these cronies
In the local government?
Make a change!
Make a change!
Every plan fulfilled
has been painted on the pavement
Make a change right now
Most of it goes on fire and rescue
Drunk people with candles setting light their curtains
Two fifths goes on the local town council
Make a change right now!
Two thirds goes on Somerset County Council
Keep talking, keep talking!
If everything is pink then
We better start walking
Walking to Shepton Mallet now!
Better get in Shape!
Better stop your shirking
Keep working, keep working!
Everyone's a jerk
If you can't quit baulking
Keep talking now
With all this money
Why are the roads still unsafe?
They keep shirking, keep shirking
With all this money
Why don't they fuck themselves?
Keep working now
Work this way until you're in your grave
Keep digging, keep digging
Then some teenager comes along
And desecrates with foam of shave
Keep talking now
Who knows when
This song is gonna end?
Not me, not me
Let's end it here as it's all going wrong
Council taxes will always increase!
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
My back hurt me the other day
It was back with a vengeance
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.