The story of Owen Parfitt

 Owen, where you goin, where you goin Owen?

I'm going down to the Sheppey to wash my soul clean

I've been living the high life, but now I feel low and mean

I need to get goin before I am seen, 

Oh my sister, my sister

Now I'm feeling green

Owen where you going?

Owen, what have I done

I only tried to love you better

than anyone, 

I only wrote you a letter

Like a mother to a son

Owen where you going

Now the day is done

I'm going on out to the wind and rain

I'm going on out and won't be back again

Now my limbs they are weary and

My thoughts they are numb

Now I'm going, I'm going, 

going, now I'm gone

Owen yes your life is yours

You don't owe it to no one

But what would our father want from us?

To love each other and ourselves

Owen now you're going, 

going, going gone

It seems the hardest task of all

Dear sister to forgive myself

For what I've done

Now I must get going

Yes I'm going, going

and now I'm gone

Wilderness/Call me home

 I've got a place for us underneath the stars

But I can't hold your hand anymore

Life and death are one, near or far

We hold the keys to the door

When you were out in the wilderness

Did you see God?

did you know what he was thinking of

Did you meet the Devil

Or an Angel of love?

Oh call me home from the Wilderness

Call me home

The wild called me for a while

The thrill, the will to survive, the threat

But in all that adventure I managed to forget

All those who loved me dearly

I managed to neglect my family

And that is the deeper wilderness

It is the lost life

The life without love

So I'm asking you to call me home

But your voice is lost in the wind

I can't remember to forget you

And you've already forgotten me

In the forest of memory

Where the twisted trees

Have blocked out the sunlight

Do you remember swimming

Swimming across the bay with me?

I thought I couldn't keep going

But with you by my side 

we swam across the sea

The green gathering

 I met one woman from Frome called Lauren

And another Italian quite foreign

I met Gill, but no Phil and Su, what a thrill

It was as if I had come across uncommon

Down below I hear Howard a singing

His pipes are like a blackbird's winging

He seems quite possessed, with himself I confess

And his powers of his solo voice winning

Ah to be out in the world

Oh well, a festival, it is quite absurd

Just a microcosm of Greens

Who have too much or too lean

And I think I'm a spy in between

I met Evi from Brighton Sprung

She or he looked incredibly young

Sprightly and virile, like a quill on a dril-i-l

She wrote bass lines as well as he sung

It's hard when you're of cross gender

To feel the right sex you engender

To act like a man when you'd rather just ham

Is probably why Howard's a singer

I do say you shall reap what you sow

But I am a busy-body-so-and-so

So it's hardly surprising that my star is rising

Just as the last lost its glow

Oh to be an artist, go figure

Just how much will you earn in the rigour

Of life's diamond press

When your coal is depressed

We all need to carry on and dig

The dancing was sweet as a trigger

In a lush garden all full of vigour

We should try to be kind

To those and keep in mind

That everyone has a side he is in

It's hard but we all must stand strong

For our ways will pass onto the young

And if you need to go hither, it's best you don't dither

But to commit to the only and one

Tomorrow it will all look different

 Tomorrow it'll all look different

I'm not going to let my mask slip

I'm not going to look over my shoulder

And say I wish I'd sailed on that ship

I'm going to have a makeover

I'm going to throw off all of that shit

It's not about getting older

It's about shedding an old skin isn't it?

Tomorrow, when I am older will I see my

Life passing by

And Just say hey wait a minute wasn't it you

That was who I wished I'd have tried

How are we sliding together?

Couples hold tight in the turn

If you're single then you better tether

Yourself to the great wheel that burns

It's not about getting older

But I really thought we stood a chance

I'm just feeling a little colder

But by God, I still want to dance

The straits of Japan

 I can't believe

That I was your stop gap

Pit stop

Change over

While the reel rolls on

But I suppose

That's how

We'll leave it

Just passing ships

In the straits of Japan

I can still smell your perfume

I can still hold your head

In my hands

I love you

I love you forever

Oh in the straits of Japan

Partners

 In all this mess

Is there anything worth salvaging?

I know, what about

Out mutual sense of aggrievement

At this life's haggling

You trade me your partner,

And I'll trade you mine

 what

If both turn out to be just the right

Waste of time?

What if it all works out

just exactly as it's supposed to be

And I love him or her

And she loves me or she or he?

Then, maybe

We can live in peace

And

Be who we're meant to

Be

The mismanaged rover

 He walked into the shop

To buy himself a bar

Of chocolate, but look

That did not get him far

He thinks he's a Lothario

But he's a leviathan of tar

Just a walking slug

Too fat for his guitar

They call him the mismanaged Rover

He's as snide as a toad run over

He's as subtle as a spoon of honey

And he'll only sing to you for money

His time it isn't long

Just a four versed song

Because his dogs howl at the moon

And he's sucked his last sweet tune

He's already out the door

Before the rain starts to pour

But his soul is a lost resort

Because all things come to nought

They call him the mismanaged Rover

He's as snide as a toad run over

He's as subtle as a spoon of honey

And he'll only sing to you for money