Summer days

 I've been awaiting

Trying not to be a hating

Getting up early coming home late in

The evening time

Making hay

The day has been lazing

Like grasses have been weighting

Down with their heavy heads

Sleeping in their way

Seeds lie a slating

Flowers bloom the grating

I am far from hating

The loving time of day

Maidens go a milking

Silk worms are a silking

Up mothers stay a sewing

Making piecework pay

Fathers are a binding

To their leathers minding

Uppers they're a lasting

Lasting out the day

But still the flowers

Start a wilting

Beds lie a quilting

Babes in cots a milking

Crying night and day

Roses sweetly smelling

Trees once stood now a felling

Falling in the forests

Where the Ashes had their day

And as I go a walking

Hear the chickens squawking

All the bees are swarming

In the warming light of day

Lost in your love

 I get lost in your love

Anything above

But when push comes to shove

I get lost in your love

Any time

the wars have come 

And the blues are hard as stone

Anytime

you show me fors

And againsts when I'm alone

I try to see 

the wood

For the the trees

But I'm dug up like a bone

And your hounds are running after me

While we're speaking on the phone

I get lost in your love

Don't know who I'm thinking of

It could you be you or me

In the wrong zone

I need a map

To find you on my lap

Singing like a bird's sweet tone

Because I'm lost in your love.

That's about the Scythe of it

 Now Scythe me down

Ammerdown

With a sweep of your blade

The axe falls in the hay

Like the battles now past

And on a cool June day

As the snails slimed the grass

We not so grim reapers reaped

What lay in our path

Reap what you sow

Don't sow what won't last

The seeds of summer days

Lie in the earth of autumn past

Now scythe me down

Like heads of grass

Seeds heads, pop

Tall storks clasp

Lie like sticks

Of warriors past

Now scythe the clover

Scythe the thistle

As time scythes the lover

And the last train's whistle

Blowing passed

Like seeds in the air

Scything go the swifts

And swallows without a care

Scything in the willows

Twisting over the pond

Scything down

The stinging nettles

Of their magic wand

Giver of the poisons darts

Scything go the ants at heart

Cropping through the leaf

Scything pincer teeth

Time for a Holiday

 Twisting up in virtue, I realise all is lost

Just as the ghost of a curfew

Self-made photograph

The tubs are lit

By corkscrew cousins

That make I laugh

Because Somerset is so see-through

Oh the dalliance of a giraffe

What are you in Italy?

Now on holiday in India, Peru

How about the Himalyas

I here there's an expensive view

I'd like to be on holiday

Why not take a break

In the end we all are slaying the dragon

We've been burning at the stake

Let yourself have some rest

Why not don't you deserve it

We live in a land 

Of holographs

And I know what you've been going through

It's easier to live like a bored

English slug

Than take a hold of yourself and lug

Your English ass off to foreign climbs

Where the bees smoke

Hula's 

And love is a prime number

All for one and one for all

Keep wandering

 I found you in the bar room 

And lost you in the pond

While I was eating Hemlock

Like some philosopher

But stones get thrown at glass houses

And I'm just one of those

You showed me how the world could be

Seen through another's eyes

It's just your kind of cutting room talk

Don't give the truth a big enough part

I just wish you well

From the bottom of my inkwell

Give me a pen to write my name

Perhaps I can remember it pretty soon

It's just this cell division

I'm having trouble with

Meiosis or Mitosis between your soul and mine

You see like a weed I clinged to your roots

Now I'm drawing the line

I've got to hope for a better view

One with new life assured

It's been a whole bonfire of the vanities

For me to see the clear light of day

Because truth has a terrible face

And sometimes to face it we must pay

A heavy price for freedom

But what hope is there is in mud?

I am just a tumbleweed who blew right into town

And I will blow on out again before the sundown

It's easy to speak in foreign tongues 

When you were born to wander far

And I must keep on travelling

Following my guiding star

Factory patina

 Oh my factory patina

Oh my factory patina

Oh little star that shines

In that heart of mine

Oh my factory patina

Work 12 hrs a day

Just for the glory to give me my pay

Just for the story about me to say

How about it Senorita?

You want to dance on the factory floor?

You like my factory patina?

Shadows play on the factory wall

Where I park my Ford cortina

living on cider street

Living like an outsider

Always just out of reach

Living on cider street

Cars parked along the beach

Of this bobbing shore

vanilla ice cream clouds

In a pink blue sky's azure

Oh you like my factory patina

Well how about it Senorita?

Rosey apples shining sweet

All its juices running down the street

Dance in splashes of flashing feet

As laughter smashes up concrete

Living on cider street 

They made you in a darkened room

Compressed air and hydrogen balloons

All blown up with gas

Like a Zeppelin mass

Oh but you burnt so fine

Oh my factory patina

Just one coat on the boat

Where they're casting their vote

All to make the sun shine

Look at the shadows on the wall

They play like animals climb

This time of day in the sun's dying rays

Oh doesn't make your heart chime

Oh my factory patina

All the workers park cortinas

So how about it Senorita

Will you dance the factory line with me?

Up the conveyor belt of our dreams

Into the bottle of soda streams

Guzzling gas like limousines

I've got a rash feeling

Oh the red and the black

The red rust of night

In the lamp light

Black of the dust in the apple cart

That upset the boy

Who pulled the world apart

And ran about screaming 

His head off

And how about the green

On the cutting lawn

That little piece of wild

That made you laugh and yawn

In relaxation like a child

After the rising of the dawn

When the night has spun away its darkness

Oh factory patina

At the end of the world

When you can create no ark

To rescue boy or girl

From the encircling shark

That threatens to whirl

The whole thing apart

In a thrash and furl

And different kinds of cars

Just like jam jars

Full of sugar and lime

I ain't bitter no mama

I ain't no quitter either

I've got a heart that shines

In the rain and slime

As long as I'm with my factory patina

cider street

 This side, that side,

Every side you'll meet

When you're inside, you're outside

Living on cider street

On cider street they have your back

On cider Street you're scrumpy Jack

On cider street it's stinky feet

Walking through the sheppey leat

Everywhere another rose

Another garland another

Lily grows

You better beware before they

Stone the crows

Then frame you for their murder

And everyone knows 

Which way the wind blows

Blowing down cider street

I've got to take note

Oh I must take care

To count every vote

And number every hair

On the head of the dote

Who put me there

But the cream floats

On cider street

And if you ask me for a dollar

Well I'm sorry friend

I'll have to hollar

All things must go

Cause all things are hollow

Living on cider street

Give me a chest

And I'll show you the world

Keep me abreast

And I'll find you a pearl

But in great distress

I'd give you a twirl

While we're dancing

Down cider street

Give me a heart

Teach me not to sin

I'm playing a part

But I'm no linchpin

Right from the start

I knew what I was in

And its name was cider street