Jumping

I am a model of uncommon sense
It is not sensible to model yourselves on me
I am a frog who likes to hug trees
Do not leap into the dark like me

I am a turtle who hides in his shell
When the bombs start falling
And the world goes to hell
Do not do the same
Do not swim with sharks
You are likely to get bitten
once or twice you will not be shy
You'll die!

Do not be brave my friend you see
The whole wide ocean of discovery
Awaits outside your window for you
To be free
Do not follow me
Do not follow me

The land of milk and honey
Began to run quite runny
And the painter's palette slipped away
The Palestinian laughed
Because he could not telegraph
A penny saved is a penny halved
And all the witches took their scarves
And wrapped around them swathed and swayed

Just say the word

Thank you for the music,
When the fat lady sings
And you save my soul and lots of other things

Music is the gift that keeps us living
It is the reason to wake up in the morning
And put on your clothes
Or take them off in the evening
And go dancing
Being led by the nose
It is the thread that we follow
When we can see nothing
Even in our dreams

Just say the word eh?
Well you need not say a thing
Just sing a note
And I will float away
On the sea,
the endless ocean
And that will heal me

What I thought I knew about love

Love is digging,
it is not a tick,
It is not blood sucking
It is time to quit
What I thought I knew about it
Has been overthrown by a new suit

The kings and queens of the merry-go-round
Go-round, and around, and up and down
And they dance in their throws
They swirl in their gowns
But where is the jester? He cannot be found

What I thought I knew about love
I'm dumbfounded,
I think it is fitting but that thought is illfounded
I  thought it was sweet, but it is rotten meat
And it smells in the wells, in the day's heat

What I thought I knew about love is forgotten
I left it in the lake, it has sunk to the bottom
My haystacks of mistakes are burning beside me
But I can't see for looking through the smoke
Which misguides me

What I thought I knew about love is all sold
I wrote it in the magazine had my words printed in gold
But they are too thin for the story to be told
So I try not to give - in, just God let me be bold

The word was on the tip of my tongue

And she was there also beyond
The pail
Looking for her chain mail
Armour to wear
Joan of Arc who had
Talked with God
And knew just exactly where
She belonged
And I fell like a beast in the field
Under her sword of the lord

I fell like a sacrificial calf
upon
The altar of circumstance
And so it was done
Like it should have been first
The cut was made
The scar will be worse
But the pain I remember
As if I'd rehearsed
This scene a thousand times
Already

And she saw signs,
I swear she did
In the pines,
On the paths
On the lines of her palms
In the tones of my laugh

Like a detective of the macabre-
Sonata a full evangelical
Angel fire-starter

So and so

I took the needles from the haystack
And broke the camel!s back
The straw dogs walked in the afternoon
In the land of the midnight sun
And soon
The pale terrapins were playing in the pond
And I saw that it was good
And their flippers shone
And Jeremiah stood
Under the parasol,
Because his song had sung out to sea gulls
And there were no words left
To
carry on

Early Birds

You have to be an early cat
To catch the early bird
The gold falls from the sky
I can't catch it
The morning is golden
So is your memory
But you gave away your gold
You little canary
It is flown like the sky lark
The pirates have smuggled it
Now they've taken you to their island
Where you will lie with them
Their giant cat claws have lain on your breast
Where your heart beats fast
With the bold and the best
But bird kind cannot manage another like you
So they leave you to the pirates
And their drunken cat curfew

It takes an early bird to catch a worm
And it takes a bin full of promises
Before I can learn
That the ring that I gave you
Was yours to burn
And the Gold that you gave me
Was never mine in turn

To be continued

A large part of diversifying accrued agreement rests solely on the shoulders of giants. It is not that giant’s shoulders are literally any more satisfying to rest on than an ordinary man or woman’s shoulders – Giants can be the most quarrelsome and loathsome of creatures, whose habit it is to eat farm yard animals and anyone smaller than themselves – no the real advantage is their broad shoulderlieness. I say this as one who knows