Amore

The London rain is falling down
Amor, amour, amore
Its falling fast and I have to go
Amor, amour, amore

Now you know my time
Like the desert sands
Amor,amour, amore
The sands must fall
Through the glass that stands
Amor, amour, amore

I've known you
Like the back of my hand
Amor, amour, amore
And you're the only one
That understands
Amor, amour, amore

I've seen mountains
As hard as a house
Amor, amour, amore
Come crawling to you
Like a meek little mouse
Amor, amour, amore

I've been a thousand miles above
And a thousand below
Amor, amour, Amore
Been a million miles for your love
And I've got a million more to go
Amor, amour, Amore

Cherish the rhyme

 Blood down my window

Its a sad disgrace

Wind in my willow

Tears down my face

Cat in my gutter

Singing out a tune

I've just blown a million dollars

Rolling out my doom

Songs in my ears

Ready to be sung

Love like a gallows' noose

Waiting to get hung

Cherish the tombstone

Cherish the fire

Cherish the colours 

Cherish the desire 

Who will follow?

Who will follow him
To the end of the road
Who will follow him into where darkness grows
Yes and who will follow him
To the end of the song?
Will you?
Will you, follow him
Even if you know
He is wrong

Who will follow him
In the belly of the beast
Who will get up early
Stay until the fightings ceased?
Who will follow him
Through temptations door
Who will cast away the doubt
And keep walking on some more?

My shadow walks and I follow too
Into the cage of the lion at the zoo

Those things you do

Tell me how you do those things
Like the way you do them
Tell me about the love
Before they come and shoo them
Tell of the stallion
Tell me of the Mare
Tell me of the unicorns
Who fly up in the air
And if you tire of telling me
Well throw up your arms
And care
To show me how you do the things I love
When I see you there

Show me the black forest, and show me
The white knight
Show me the Green Giant
Who hides there out of sight
And if you should tire of showing me
Then whisper it in my ear
For I never tire of listening
To the things you want me to hear

Push me in a wheelbarrow
Wheel me down the street
Take me round with the carols
To the land where moments meet
Deliver me from the narrows
Deliver me from the straits
Don't keep me over a barrel
Of your fickle fates

Twin town 3

 I can give you sunrises baby from my bed

And I can give you goat heads

Baby, laying in wastelands of the dead

And we can be friends baby in the Sci Fi store

Full of magazines I have seen but never read

And I can be your target baby when you need to shoot someone

I can be in your crosshairs baby and you can kill me 

With your crossbones

And I am walking backwards through the door of our love

Because I know it is time to say goodbye

And shortly on the sorrowful shore

I can see my ship is leaving

With the animals

Two by two we go up the steps into the dark ark

Of consciousness and sail upon the seas

Seas of love

That flood that land

But on board the lions are roaring and the monkeys howl

And the mates are bellowing on their horns

The wild wind is blowing us to a foreign shore

And I know that we must make land

Is twin town just a figment of my imagination

Or a sacred geometry of time

That too many flutes and cut throat guitar strings

Have told me of in dreams

With Hyenas and national parks

Like Noah's ark did we ever make it

Out of the ballpark

Or far from the dark?

Into Twin town

Something to say

Walking round all day
Just want something to say
Something say
Something to say
Cut me some slack Jack
I'm on a hard highway
Cut me some slack
Cut me some slack

I'm just looking for something to say
There is so much silence it seems these days
Sometimes they tell you lies
Sometimes its truth ok
But I'm just looking for something to say

All I'm asking is for something to say
Don't leave me in a libary in the silent parade
Don't throw me to the lions for having a big mouth
I can keep secrets, there nothing down south

Spanish Guitar Bossa Nova

 Listen up listen

I've gotta tell ya my opinion

About al these playboy

fly-by medallions

Hanging round in their millions 

Like flies on a corpse, call the reporters

Call the hearse, write the raptors

Left for dead or worse

By the drive-by shooting

The night jar hoodlums

Who squeak like Nascar wheels

In the old bazaar deals

Well they've been squealing too

Like piggies stealing ciggies from the food mart

Bart, simpson, no mozart, Bartholemew

Higgins of the Boson fame, ships maine sail

Boson head the coxsawain, the sailors remain

Orsmen, boarsmen hunting down the wild war

mongering men, fishing for the guts and

Glory, its the same old story morning hoary

Through the pie hole

In the sky pole under vaunted roofs

Veritable like lead windows

Blown and fool-proof

But they had to catch you at them,

They had to sign the truth

The search warrant wouldn't cut it

It needed a razor tooth

Tiger biting the paper bark canoe

Of our sanities and majesties in tweedle dum, tweedle dee

Tee shirt wearing match stick men

Dumped like bitumen on the roads

And rolled over again and again

But the drive by shoot before thinking youths

That drink battery acid

Think they're battle proof

But we see through them like the glass

Windows that trap them where they are

Mean they will always be driving around the same cars

Until they are behind bars

Or worse

Someone call a hearse

I think I killed a nurse

When I shot at you

Oh I wish it were me

Not you in that grave that day

But its true

We don't get blue

When the sky turns grey

We get even

Stevens

In the good old fashioned way