Don't get too heavy

Don't get too heavy

Oh it's only the middle of the night

Don't get too heavy

Oh and don't give up the fight

Don't get too heavy

Cos I need a little light

Oh don't get too heavy tonight 

I need a levy on all the things

You're doing right

I need a chevy, but I only got a bike

It's not my bevy

But you know it is my bite

Don't get too heavy tonight

Make love room

 This room ain't much to look at

The taps a walking out the wall

On long spider legs

And your powder kegs

Are about to blow up everything and all

These chairs are not much

at lying

These beds are not much for sinking

These lies are like a flower stinking

Stinking of the bad rose air

Oh I can tell you that I loved you

From the moment I first saw you

Playing and sparkling in the air

Your eyes were like a fire

And your face like a choir

That sings out of some kind of despair

But a real joy was in you

And I knew, just knew you'd renew

Like a phoenix from the ashes of her care

And go spiralling into night

Like a beautiful firelight

Burning as the thousand suns up there

So we must make room for love

Make room don't slip off her glove

That falls like a silk scarf on a wild wood stair

Make room for love

And all the the oils on the the roaring sea

All the black spills killing

All the helpless gulls

Make room for love

Let love make room for you and me

love meaning

 I mean I love you

Yes I love you

Yes I do

I love you

Without warning

But the sun is early dawning

And the black night of your suffering

Still lingers on your ruffling

Bedsheets

All the songs of the skies

seem to fall down and die

But when you hold your head up high

I can feel

Your long goodbye

of longing

And I've spent many lonely nights on my pillow

Crying myself to sleep just like a weeping willow

And if you want something from way down deep

Well let me tell that I keep one eye open when I sleep

Beaver lodge

 Beaver lodge, beaver lodge

You gotta get on down to the beaver lodge

Don't dislodge, don't dislodge

Get your log down to the beaver lodge

There's a traffic jam

In the grand coulee dam

You gotta get your log

To the beaver lodge

It's a hell of a thing

It's gonna make you sing

If you ain't got a wing

Then you better bring

Bring your log

To the beaver lodge

I'd rather be in Shepton Mallet

 Oh I could be in Ryad or Rome

I could be in Cadiz or Lyon by the Rhone

But there is no place that I would rather roam

Yes, I'd rather be in Shepton Mallet

I could be in Trinidad in May

Or costa Rica drinking from a beaker

On any other day

But it's not the sunny seas nor the cool mountains glades

Oh I'd rather be in Shepton Mallet

Shepton Mallet is a winner in my book

You don't need to be a good looker

To see that I've got hooked

It's the way that Collett park just rolls down to the brook

Oh I'd rather be in Shepton Mallet

Sure there are more Rhinos in Botswana

And I'm sure you could find a diamond down in Asia minor

But I know the orient has nothing near or far 

On the shining star that's Shepton Mallet

Oh Shepton is a king among kings

It's even an apple bitten in the chapel wings

It's fluted, suited, double-newted

Well-pursuited, barrel-booted

Queen of queens is Shepton Mallet

Oh I don't say you should never travel

But what you have here and now

Is what's a wonder to unravel

The present is a gift of the swift

and the heart is a land of the past that's never missed

So light em if you got em

and hold your loved ones fast

For there's no place I'd rather be

Than Shepton Mallet

Shit it and Smell it, alright!

The hedgerows

 The cattle are lowing

And the sun has hardly rose

Well the cattle are lowing

And the sun has hardly rose

But I'm still loving my baby

And in my heart my love grows

Well if you're looking for a filling

Well I know where to go

Go outside of the city

And look inside the hedge rows

I've got two hands for making

The good and the bad side shows

I've got two hands for making

The good and bad side shows

But you want a filling

Then go down to the hedgerows

Send them up

 send them up

Oh send them up

Trump send them up there

On the frontline

To see what their war mongering

and cruel words tear

Tear them up

Oh tear them up

Tear them like the world

They've torn

Show them up

Oh show them up

As the cowards they are

Standing behind their big words

Like

Cows in the pasture

All those sycophants

all those irrelevants

Who are truly redundants

Anyways, anywhere

Beyond their time

Outgrown their wine

And their little piece

of prime time

Send them up

Oh send them up

To the front line

That is theirs

Let them die 

In the wars

 that they've wanted in their

hearts

Let them perish

Like the culprits

but the innocents

spare