Dolls house

 There were two actresses living in a house

They would

be dolls in a house in a film

We think they are normal

But they are small

And behind them the Scenery seems strange,

With props continually being rearranged

And then the camera pans out and we find

They are just props themselves

In a dolls house

And that it was all just an illusion

Love and life

Unless somewhere is sacrifice

TV dinners

 All these lives

That live in the screen

Where are they now?

 Whose fortress so keen

Does hold them and hold them

Or give them a scene

Oh the angels of darkness

With their night vision so keen

All of these actresses

So fortunate and dumb

Whose strong stage appearances

Have rendered us dumb

The lives of the livid

Are bubbling beneath

But whose lives

So softly

Like a lamb's heart do beat

Where are the Voikador's

Or the Roman's of Crumb?

I love not

The Wicked whores

Or the agents of hum

I long for the days of yore

When the basketball thumbed

And the joystick

Of Amigas

On Road Rages hummed

Oh this was my feel good

Off licenses joy

To hold onto

Dream of a moor

 We went to a house on the edge of a moor

It was a hill top dale

And the gales that swore

It was an empty shell

Where the wind whistled and tore

And I thought from what hell

Had come the last war

The belongings pell-mell

Helter skeltered and scattered

Up the stairway along landing

And into the hall

We made our farewells thinking how this

House core

Once was a dwelling to a family of four

A scare crow stood watching as we were driving away

He was the last soft thing that I had seen that day

But his eyes they were dead and his heart made of hay

Never beat for the lost things that he had witnessed that day

Oh how can we see them? Our enemies of clay

When each shifting season

Covers their tracks runaway

I wish to have left them at least for the pay

Mutineed the bounty, but I found paradise in my way

The Mars Rover

 Well he roved out around about

The red hills and the mounds

And he Roved into tunnels

That led to caves underground

And inside every crater a martian he espied

And the next time he looked like rabbits they'd multiplied

But he could not catch one, though with his hook he tried

And like a martian fisherman, he cast his net far and wide

Yes they call him the Mars Rover, as he roves round and round

And he can look in every nook 

And Cranny that he found

But there be some hill which he cannot face to climb

And there be some cliff tops from which he cannot

face to look down

Yes they call him the Mars Rover

As he Roves round and around

And if you bend over

You might think him Earthward bound

But this is his home now

For the next six hundred years

Or however long it takes us all

To step foot with eyes, nose and ears

For then when we might look

For ourselves at the tresures he's found

And not just on TV screens

With it's surround sound

Evergreen king

 And the river is king

And the river is a snake

And they cut off its head with an axe

But it grew back

Yes he is the King

And he is evergreen

Sempervirens, vipers heads so strong

Green snake slithers belly down

Through peat beds

Through marshy bog

Of reed

Into the lake

Where the lady lies awake

Yet dreaming

And he is come

Here is the king

And he is evergreen

No end no beginning

Always must grow

Always must flow

Out to the sea

Into the land

Land is his home

Land is his spring

And he is come

Here is the king

And he is evergreen

flower power

 All your enemies are wooden

You said it as you walked out of the swamp

And all your needles are lost in 

Those hay stacks of your stomp

There are queen bees a buzzing

There are wild roses too

And the marsh marigold

And celandines

Know just what you're up to

Oh Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth

You say

And all the birds are flying south

You say

And if I take you by the tongue

Then your kisses are as good as done

So for the sake of Canada

Let your wild geese roam

And for the sake of united grief

Paint all your steel horses chrome

For I see your white teeth

And I know your false belief

In the idols of the tomb

But if you will bring your knife

I'll slice your butter life

And show you the sweet honeycomb

So show me the way to walk home

I'm lost and I need your advice

I've been tripping over wires

Talking with country squires

But none of them will leave me alone

So show me the way to go home

I'm tired

Willow man

 Who is the willow man, the willow man, the willow man?

Yes who is the willow man, twisting underground?

Pushing up his willow hands, his willow hands, his willow hands

Pushing up his willow fists, willowman

He's been laying underground, underground, underground

He's been laying underground,for so very long

Sucking up the waters around, the waters around, the waters around, 

Sucking up the waters around his willowy tongue

Who is the willow man, the willow man, the willow man?

Who is the willow man laying in the marsh sun?

He's gonna rise up from the bog, from the swamp, from bog

He's gonna rise up from the swamp and take your willow hand

And hold onto the willow woman,  the willow woman,the willow woman,

And hold onto the willow woman, and they will dance their jig

They will jog along, and they will dance and the will sprig, and frig

And mighty all the swig, they will dance their wedding song

Yes who is the willow man,  the willow man,  the willow man, 

Yes who is the willow man, who has layed so long?