Dead men's shoes blues

 I'm walking around in a dead man's shoes

But he had a big foot print

So I know I can't lose

I'm still walking around

In a dead man's shoes

I wouldn't say it harms me

I wouldn't say I've got

The same size feet as him

But I can still fill his plot

He's got big boots to fill

And currently I've not

Still I ain't got the blues

Just walking around in

A dead man's shoes

Don't kill me with kindness

But you can kill me with love

Hate is an engine 

And its mind is hot

I've seen a freight train

Rolling into the lot

But these dead man's shoes

Keep me living my plot

Your kind of love 2

 Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

You can't give enough

Then you leave me in limbo

Going to to the supermarket

Looking for the best price Oh

Your kind of love 

always comes with proviso

I might walk the line

Then miss it by a mile oh

Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

I see the dove fall apart

Tumble into the Nile oh

The dogs cease their bark

And the Cheshire cat smile oh

Frogs spit their dart

Of poisonous bile oh

Your kind of love

Always comes with proviso

Robin versus Blue Tit Rap battle

 Robin:

Hey what you think about me

Think I must be just a loser

Hanging round in a tree

Well, I'm the boss in the moss

I'm the stig on the twig

You see a red bolt

You better run, see

I'll be Robbin', I'll be bobbin'

I'll be mother freakin' hobbin'

In the cobbin, I'll be knobbin'

Knocking on your door like a dobbin

Blue Tit:

Yeah, yeah Robin you be fly

You be cruisin in my big blue sky

But watch out

You don't get a stick in your eye

Cos I'm pullin out out my bazooka

Gonna shoot ya in the pig sty

Gonna cream ya, double dream ya

Gonna make me some red robin pie

You ain't getting out of the net I set

I'm gonna trap ya in the lap of the God's Say Ey!

Robin:

Yeah Blue Tit tittin' you be spittin'

Some dope rhymes, I see you try

But don't be pittin' yourself against the best

You know I'm blest, I'm the freakin' one and only

Robin red breast

Now what you wanna talk shit for

Acting like you're True Grit your

Out on a limb Blue Tit, 

Just a Nip on a rose hip

You're a cold lip, But I'm some red hot shit

I'm gonna bee bop, beat drop

and sink you and your Blue Peter ship

Sure You think you're all that

Parading with your buddies

Round the one mile flat

But you be Mulberry bushing

You best be shushing in the hat

Drop your keys on the mat

You be leaving my territory

Like a little pussy cat

Blue Tit:

Now Robin you be Robbin

You be stealin' those things that don't belong

To ya bro,

You think you're my friend no!

Or that you can overthrow my reign

No, now go, 

I'm the only king of the tree

It's my Blue zone territory

I wear the blue crown, 

cos I'm real regal see

You're the false one

Like false teeth

You be chatting and prattling

Yap, yap yapping

Well little doggy

go bark up somebody else's tree

I'm the sayer, I'm player

I play tic tac toe

On your little Robin show

I'm the slayer, mine's the wolf's lair

if it's tit for tat, then take that Red Crow

Hey yeah

Robin:

Yo, yo, now you're in my way it ain't good

And only I do the Robbin in my neighbourhood

I'm the thief, I'm gonna rob, gonna lob and corn cob ya

Stick you on a spike, gonna kibbab you on the MIC

You be fryin' ,

you be cryin' in the fire of my rage

You talk like Blue thunder, 

but I think you're a canary in a cage, 

you be so yellow, 

I could drop you on the brick road 

when you say hello

I'm gonna sellotape your beak shut, 

You dumb beech nut see?! 

speak when you're spoken to only

This my freakin tree 

Inside of my soul

D  I wish I could be young

(E open )But I feel so G old

D I don't know what's going on 

E Inside of my G soul G7

D I've got pictures of you

E Hanging in my G hall

D It's like it's all painted blue

E Inside of my G soul

 C And I need you in G my life

C And I want you as G my wife

C7And I feel you like G7 a knife

D Cutting deep E inside of my G7 soul

D I've got a heart made of flesh

E And a body of G bone

D And it's all such a mess

E When I am living G alone

D I call you the best

E That I've ever G known

D The only one to live deep

E Inside of my G soul G7

And I need you in my life

And I want you as my wife

And I feel you like a knife

Cutting deep inside of my soul

The outside is dark

And the moon it is whole

I think of the park

So I go for a stroll

And I guess that a lark

In the morning will roll

out it's beautiful tune

Inside of my soul

C And I need you in D my life

C And I want you as D my wife

D7 And I feel you like a knife

C Cutting deep inside of  G my soul

Too many Roses

 I walked upon a clotted hill

Too many, many roses

I fought for Virginia for capital

Too many, many roses

I thought of where the creeper lies

Too many, many roses

And blow my bubble gum dollar bills

On too many many roses

But what fore art you loathe to kill

Too many, many Roses

Love shall kill from window sill

Too many many roses

Said Romeo to her Juliet will

You marry me for my poesies?

And She said Romeo, I surely will

For too many, many roses

I lifted the lid on the fairy tale til

Too many many roses

Surrounded the castle where rapunzel shrill

Cried too many, many roses

And dead men tell no lies still

under too many, many roses

The Bloody Chamber

 We've read about necrophilia

paedophilia, and sarcophagia,

Never was it sillier 

than in the foothills of Transylvania, 

it was real turn pager

 blood sucking villanella

Sometimes a bit like Norman Mailer

But always made me chillier

Like on a cold November

But let's always remember

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

There were hounds of love

And bats that bite

There were velvet gloves

And sword fights

Pistols at dawn

And chilling cold nights

Til you almost gave up your birth rights

As in a cold November

So let's all just remember

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Carter was smarter

Than a dumb darter

Her arrows hit the mark

Her archers were marchers

Who walked with triumph through the dark

Her heroines were Amazons

Her Amazons were Transylvanians

Her heroes were English men and women

But so were her villains

The Marquis did some bloody deeds

All grown out of twisted lily seeds

Of Ancestries that forced him to dismember

So let's just remember 

in this cold November

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Her mirrors were clearer than the hearer

With the lupin lugs

Her hugs were colder than the shoulder

That to a lover shrugs

Her characters saw themselves

Finally walk off her bookshelves

And into bright sunlight

And even the moon could sing her tune

And sew her yarn through silvery night

So let's remember on this cold November

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

alright!

We've read of Dukes that make you Puke

Counts that had to mount

A child meek and mild

And pure as driven snow

Driven mad by his desire

She melts like ice in fire

And it's in the seeds the countess sews

A Countess I confess

I couldn't count a less

Unless she wore a headdress

made of Desmond Tutu's

Underwear

But a panting and a vamping

Went The Lady of the House 

Camping out under the stars

Of Jupiter and Mars

And Lily Plants and Geraniums

Rose gardens and Mister Lyons

Falling from Iron railings

And fathers breaking cars

And a daughter who never oughta

had got with that sorta

Fella, 

but at least he was a beast

And not a Vampirella

All under my umbrella

ella, ella, ella

Wolf Alice

Just like Cinderella

Sweeping up her Cinders

In the kitchen cellar

On a cold November 

So let's all just remember

Not to forget the bleeding, bleeping

Expleting and secreting, let's have

a secret meeting

I'll get some dead meat in

Bloody Chamber

Alright?

There were spaniels

 serving Jack Daniels

Pulling thorns from Lyons sandals

And midnight candles

Burning in the halls

There were vandals

Door handles

and phones

There were crones and bones

And stones

And Exs and hexes

And four poster bedzes

And medzes of witch doctor

Tones

There were juvenilia paraphernalia

Not a paranormal failure

Nor a whiff of a storm

To be seen

Just a dream or a nightmare

Just Christ or a grizzly bear

Bearing his teeth at me

Devourings and showerings

With dollars for dowries

And flowery soury swedes

And powers that be, and powers that won't

And the wont of the seas

And the tides and the moat

And votives and motives

And ravens and cravens

And graveyard eyes of big blue skies

And whole goodbyes

And half moon sighs

And long white lies

Like fingernail size

That grow in your hand

In the night

On cold a November like this

So let's just remember 

Not to forget the Bloody Chamber

Of Angela Carter

Alright!

Homophones

 Buy some new shoes Hungary

sole - soul

Will that bee be on the flower in an hour?

Our house in the middle of our street.

hour - our

In an hour we will be at our house

In an hour the bee will be on our flower

I keep my soul in the sole of my feet

It's way passed the hour, our hourglass is passed the time in the present not the past

Two bees or not to be said the hour to our hourglass