Thinking of let

 I'm thinking of letting you think

If you're thinking of letting me let

And if you are getting with letting me get

What I think you are thinking of getting

Me drinking until getting me wet

Well if you are drinking of lettings and gets

Or Getting on with drinking and thinking

There should be nothing you forget

Except to let go of your thinking

For we all need room to think

And some need a space to drink

A gold fish has both in his bowl

As wiseman may have in his tower

And who said a man's home is his castle

When the walls of the mind are so thin

That a barrage of Amazon parcels

Could disturb the good mood he is in

Tinker

My name is Tinker 

I live on the ground floor

I live downstairs from you

Yes, I think you’ve seen me before

 

If you hear something in the day

Some kind of barking, some kind of bay

Just don't ask me what it was

Just don't ask me what it was

Just don't ask me what it was

 

I think it's because I'm a black dog

That they made me bark so loud

They wanted me to fight wild hogs

Just so I could please the crowd

 

They only tease you until you bark

After that you're afraid of the dark

You just aren't friendly anymore

You just aren't friendly anymore

You just aren't friendly anymore

 

Yes I think it's a nice day

I'm going for a walk again

If you ask Becky that's what she'll say

And she's my friend now and always 

 

I guess I like it when we are alone

With nice words spoken, and a juicy bone

Just don't ask me what’s the plan?

Becky says we’re moving to Ilfracombe

Just know we’re going to the sea and sand

 

My name is Tinker

Now I live on the first floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes, I think you've seen me before

 

If you hear something in the day

Some kind of laughter, some kind of play

Just know that I'm happy now

Just know that I'm happy now

Just know that I'm happy now

 

Yes, I think I’m happy now

I walked along the shore again

If you ask Becky, that’s what she’ll say

And life’s good in Ilfracombe all the way

 

Now they only please me when they pass

And I can go run in the sea and play at last

Now we'll just be happy forevermore

Now we'll just be happy forevermore

Now we'll just be happy forevermore

Rooves of the land

 Rooves of the land

Unite all under one roof

Let not the weather take

The upper hand

But defend, defend the house of truth

All the red riding hood summer plans

All the pigs in their brick houses, goof

Oh all the wolves who are outsiders

Trying to blow down the roof

Rooves of the land unite against

The common threat of rain

And hail

Make yourselves bullet proof

Oh, tile not carelessly

Ye roofers spiralling high

On ladders and on scaffolding

Shaky stilts of ill design

Let not the rooves of England fail

Whether thatched or English shingles

Dingle not, nor dangle your crop

In guttering like pringles

For once you pop you can't stop

Your roof repairing jingles

Keelhaul

 Don't you baste me ,

or bawl me out,

berate me,

or call me down,

I'm just trying to be a sailor man

There's no need to Keel haul

Oh don't you castigate me,

chastise me,

or chew me out,

I've been criticised

And I'll chew you up

And spit you out

Oh captain don't you

dress me down,

Or flay me

With a cat o nine tails

Of my nine lives

I've had eight

I'm not ready to go to the

Pearly gates

So there's no need to Keel haul

Don't you hammer me,

or jaw me,

Might as well hang and draw me

Because if all I'm good for

In the ocean's waste

Is just for you to lambast or lambaste

For more pace less haste

But just don't you keelhaul

Oh but you can lecture me,

rag me, or rail at me,

I'll turn student and learn the ropes

I'll learn one end of a yardarm

From a sergeant at arms with hope

But you may rant at me,

rate me, ream out the Ship of State at me

I just ask this if you don't hate me

No need to keelhaul

Oh, go ahead rebuke me Make me sick and whale fluke me

But if they approach will you reproach me

For crying "Whale Ahoy!" firstly?

Will you scold me with a fiery tongue Or brand me to know the score That you tongue-lash me

"It's for your own good, son"

Oh just don't keelhaul

Yes upbraid me, or downgrade me

Send me to the lower quarters

Get me to scrub the decks

Like the dreaming brows

Of your fair faced daughters

Oh bang me to rights

Or bang me up

Lock me in tight

Or in the stocks

Call me brass monkey

Let me carry shot

But just do not

Keel haul

Ass versus Ham

 I think I'm an assburger

Some people are assburgers and some

people are hamburgers

Some people in Hamburg

Are Asburgs

But very Few people in Asberg

Are Hamburgers

Head or heart, decisions, decisions

 Head or Heart

Right from the start I tried to solve the

Dilemma

A split two ways down the middle

Like a family structure

Without the heart I cannot start, I'd throw it all

To the wind

And dive in

But my head says no not again

To put my life into the hands of someone else

Entirely

Unthinking

Risk it all

But for love,

That's the thing

Then my head, says prepare for anything

Stand on your own two feet and be strong

In the country of your birth

In the town where you were born

And belong?

The sea is romantic to me

But what have I really there?

I can imagine the surfers

And the cool

Brown skin and blonde hair

But would the surf unearth

The worth in gold

IS it all just a shallow reflection

Of what is sold

In glossy magazines

And the shirts and shoes of vans

Can I control culture? , no

But I do not belong to it either

I have no place in England it seems

And Hungary has been the place of my dreams

And it is in my dreams I think and feel

What I can call real

To create a world of the imagination

But not within

This stolid nation

Except without 

I'm plagued by doubt

And totally reliant on the trust of relations

And a relationship to sail my boat

Onto firm foundations

If I follow the call of the sirens

I become trapped upon an island

Or I follow the call of the mermaids

And wander out to sea

My other dream to sail the oceans blue

May only ever come true 

if I follow that path now

Rather than live in a landlocked country

Like Hungary

Prayer for the living

 Death is not the final

Destination to which we steer

It is just another passage

Through which we all must clear

But it is harder for a camel to pass

Through the eye of a needle

Than a rich man to get his fat arse

In to heaven's golden steeple

So people if we are to last

We must build a heaven here

On earth

As each day is a blessing vast

Each a new chance at Eden