Blue bird

All of these things that you say to me
I think they're blue but you say they're free
I walk the forests and see the tree
I think they're blue but you say they're free

I walk out among the parks
where the dogs bark
When it gets dark
And fall to my knees when I see the spark
A forest ablaze
A freedom lark
I hear him sing,

he says to me

I think it's blue

But you say I'm free

All alone in the Ark

 Where is that Angel tonight

I'm praying with all of my might

The begging woman in the car park

Getting change for a space, making space for change

The junky walks across the graveyard

And pain swings low down in his chariot

You are hurting me

He says

You are hurting me

As you touch my face

And the dark eyed loser 

retraces his steps

All alone in Noah's Ark

All alone in the park

All alone in the dark

As the animals play

In the forests of the world

And the cuckoo calls

From the olive tree

And I am like a dove

With my mouth full of dry branches

The night flashes

And the thunder crashes

And the fishes play with the sharks

The horses neigh, and the chickens lay

And Noah is all alone in the Ark

Oh you can hear the world turning

And see the ships on the sea

You can find out all that you're learning

Should be no kind of big mystery

But the cuckoo still calls in the tree

And the dogs run free in the park

As junkies are stoned, and Noah's still alone

Yes he's still all alone in his Ark

And am I an animal

He says

Is my soul a hole in the dark

Do I shun the contact

Who will light the spark?

Is my soul an animal

Away from human hark

Have I become the pairless bird

Who stands aboard the Ark?

Trouble

 Trouble is a two legged word

It starts at the beginning

and

Never ends

Haven't you heard

You'd better keep your head down

Else you'll be the one who's hurled

Head long into a tornedo

Of things you never meant

Except you told the world

Chalk and cheese

Cheese and chalk

Are survivors

After the last ice age 

Of the glaciers

Who lick their tongues

Spread their seed

Sew their forests

Pick their weed

Oh Trouble is a two legged beast

Train

While travelling on a train going south

I fell asleep and a fly flew into my mouth

You were travelling in the opposite direction

I needed a map for my soul’s resurrection

We both said good bye

To the man in the sky

Both let go of our lover

There’s one thing I know

When you’ve got to go

You’ve got nowhere to run for cover

I was travelling deep in the corners of the country

Right into the pockets of the wild

I found in there a stone so polished like a bone

And I thought of when I was a child

Somethings look different the more you look at them

Somethings don’t ever change

The reasons for our break up

May have been bound in chains

But I can’t keep freeing us again and again

I am breaking loose of the noose

Around my neck, I am felling the tallest tree in the garden

I have to let others grow

Have the chance to get to know other flowers

Other trees

before the love in me hardens

I’ve been walking in these shanty towns

Like some city fool

Lost with my head cast down

A failure in Love’s school

Just some kind of wandering clown

Pulling faces at the pool

Hearing voices put me down

While others draw me up a stool

Budapest Hotel

 The dumb bells spoke 

And the fires smoke

The travelling salesman

Told another joke

About the poor folk

And the rich folk as well

But he can't tell you nothing

Except what's good to sell

The Arabian knights

They charged in ten thousand

To the top of the hill

Where the dunes golden sand

Glistened and sparkled

And listened like the stars

But they only spoke silence

Like the surface of Mars

And somethings stand

While other things fall

I thought the hotel was grand

Until I saw the holes in the wall

From the bullets that were fired

When the communists came

Well they never said nothing

Except nothing does change

Choices

 There are fires that are burning

In little homesteads churning

Out the milk

And fraught and fought

With the captain from the fort

But he just won't let them go

Along the paths of gravel

Where they travel through four feet of snow

And I should have guessed

What a mess it all would show

After I abandoned the best

That the country had let go

And yet we each must pass the test

Of the coal black crow

Who chooses life and death

From her branch throne of hedgerow

To the Tune of Black Nag -old English folk dance tune

 When you see the signs road, 

you see the signs on the road

And hear the sighs of the toad

Once you see the signs on the road

And you know just what you are owed

You can travel on

Well the traveller came to rest one day

In a forest glade

The willows grew and quite obscured

His rightful right of way

He called to the trees of the bay

He called to the owls of the tree

And said won't you get out of my way

They said

Once you read the signs of the road

You'll know just what you are owed

And what you have to pay

The traveller got up and shouted

How dare you talk to me that way

I have the right to pass, from this path I shall not stray

But the trees cried why, why behave that way

Why can't you see your way

You're as stubborn as an ass that neighs

Won't you read the signs on the road

Then you shall know just what you are owed

And how much you have to pay