I want all the time we got

I don't need sugar

I don't need cold or hot

But what I need most of all

Is all the time we got

So give me your honey

Don't give me your money

Give me yes but don't tie me in a knot

Because you might think it's funny

But what I want is all the time we got 

Give me your wisdom

Don't give me your gold

Let me have freedom, I'm tired of being told

What I can do, and what I cannot

I just want all the time we got

Help me out somedays

When I need it most

Just like a good friend, don't act like a ghost

I want to see you, we fell in love on the spot

Now I want all the time that we got

I'm trying to remember, where I might have seen you before

Perhaps it was in the movies or outside somebody's door

They're looking for you most ways, like it or not

So now I just want all the time that we got

I've been hiding, but now I'm tired of all that

Tired of running, and changing my hat

You can trust I love you not for what you are, but for what you're not

And I just want all the time that we got

Crow days

 It took me everything I had

Every nerve was strained

And as I sorted good from bad

I saw the clouds outside that rained

It was a fire in the morning

And a life that's half constrained

But if you want freedom here's my warning

Only dead men can be unchained

The tires are burning on the tide

The crisp frost's on the hawthorn

Blackberries turn a darker shade

By the water droplets churning

And if you think that you are free

Then I must pass to you this message

That even the birds who fly can't be untied

From their skyward passage

The farmer toils in his field

He moves his bones and muscles

Each sinewy strand of fibre burns

With every turgid tussle

His Solar panels reflect like a mirror to the sun

But even that gigantic globe

Can't move from the path it runs

And I ask the crow how does his life blood flow?

Black or red or mauve, from the bullet in the sun

And who said the dead can't go

Where they midnightly run

Led by that black clothed friend

Who each day shoots the sun

The wind rustles leaves with invisible muscles

Branches askances and ash keys are

broadcast seeds

I struggle to know the good or the bad

And the archer walks past my window

The windrows blow like hair styles

The archer raises his bow

And fires straight his arrow

Into the marrow, into the heart of the crow

She falls, she falls

Like a silence, falls like a fragment of sun

The sun bird so black of wing

Shining like the barrel of a gun

And behind her the torch burns out brighter

As the crow falls dead on the ground

And the parliament stops all its conspiring

And the kingly sun wears proudly his crown 

Summer Thunder

 The clouds are fighting with the night

In some titanic battle

High above they clash their shields

And their drums of thunder ratttle

They are just starting to unfold

So regal in their hopes

To conquer 

All in heroic battle

But the truthe wille be told 

by the homeward trudge of weary cattle

The horses neigh and rear their manes

And I can hold this day

no longer

let the fight begin

It fizzed in some unearthly dream

Way off over yonder

in the summer spring

let the gods of thunder battle 

Upon the hill

 Up on the hill

That is where you'll find me,

Mowing the grass

With my head in the clouds

It isn't hard to find me

Upon the hill,

Where the squirrels screech, the crows squark

And buzzards and hawks breech the blue open sky

On days like these

Up on the hill the road inclines

The heat just climbs

But cool air blows through

The pines

Upon on the hill

I can hear somebody talk

It could be a neighbour about his work

It could be a horse who neighs at a stork

Or a cow who ploughs the land

A sheep who calls for her lamb

Or a cat that meows below the bows

Of the cider apple trees

Upon the hill where the thunder clouds roll

Like God's avenging soul

Like breath in boiling bubbles

And drums that beat their warning

Upon the hill in the night or early morning

When the stars beam out like traffic lights

That say go fly, then the vast emptiness awaits you

And all in the blink of an eye

Where the rain falls in buckets

And the chickens peck and the bee sucks it

And the forest flowers are burning in the arms

of the enchanted love of a life that's lost

To a time that's past

Some lines

 She had good ideas about unusual careers

She was right on the ball and on track

She took no heed of fears, and after some beers

There was very little she did lack

She went straight for the throat, there was nothing to gloat

She was as happy on her feet as on her back

And she went to the school of hard knocks

She was raised to crush rocks

And to look for hidden treasures in the cracks

She learned ballet, in her muse in her own way

She said she couldn't lose what she never had

And it was hard to say, if I loved her that day

Or if I did choose to do good over bad

She thought I was romantic, she said frankly You're Atlantic

You're like the gap of blue between two land masses 

You just act so frantic and I know you are up to your usual antics

When I see you trading oil and insults in Bagdad

Oh it was a beautiful sight

So wrong and yet right

To see her fight the Pandas

In her local forest at night

But if I told her once, then I told her twice

It's illegal to eat wild things

But they taste so nice!

Draw a line on the map

Sit down on my lap

I'll tell you how far you need to go

It's like I lost my needle

Somewhere in your haystack

And you need to search in the proverbial bush to get it back

Goliath

 

Two pigeons I saw on wild windy moor

A floating and filling the air

Death held their hand

Like a skipping companion

Death in a Peregrine’s stare

 

The z car beeped inside the busy street

But Goliath was empty dead on his feet

And he toppled the bean stork

Where jack and his mother talk

And Jack has more business there

 

Goliath, Goliath why do you take thy rest

In the grass of the wild moor?

The children are going and their mothers are sewing

Clothes for you elsewhere

Why do you think this the time to blink

Can’t you see Jack has his medallion?

And he’s swinging it around

It's making that whirring sound

Soon he'll let it fly in your direction

 

Goliath went to Ireland

He walked along the pounding streets

And upon the causeway

He met Danny Boy in a hostel

And Danny Boy did try to kill him

First he sang his song so sweet

And then he sang his shrill hymn

And it was someone from six feet

Who threw the stone that killed him

 

Yes they buried dear Goliath

Down near the cliffs of Moher

They lowered him down as a king

As Lilliputians did with Gulliver

 

They pinned his bones between the rocks

As a shipwreck, like a warning

So that if any giants should show their socks

They’d be dead by the next morning

Kingfisher versus Robin

Kingfisher:

I'm the king of the fishers huh

The blue, blue, electric blue

All you other bad wishers, huh

Don't know what's coming to you

I'm gonna fish hook ya, yeah

I'm gonna spit ya with my bill

Then I'm gone in a flash

This is quick cash

Money talks and I ain't got time to kill

Robin:

Well, yeah you're king of the fishers

But I'm the spirited gnome

I've got garden work

No time to talk

With a blue bird from a broken home

You think that your kingdom matters huh?

Well mine is a veritable trove

I've got treasure in every corner

And they know when the Red breast roves

KingF:

Sure, you beat your breast

You got red, they say you got spunk

But that ain't worth a damn

Against my blue crest

You better get ready to make my day punk

Carry on bleating like a little white lamb

Robin:

Hey you streak of blue

Did someone spoil your day?

You think that you're in some kind of wizard crew?

Well I don't believe in your magic, no way!

Go on get away with the other charlatans

The other medicine men with your wings of clay

Go on, live in your mud stick house

You'll find your throne crumbles

One of these days

King F

The house of Fisher is gonna live on

Robin, you better hear what I say

Take your little red song

And try to sing along

I'm running this show

In my Blue Note Café

Robin

Eat your heart out you blue goat

Old man of the river some say

Well I say its a cloak of many colours

But underneath you're just plane grey

So get over your dish water

Go and fish for your knife and spoon

There's no food in your café worth the eating (you're a scrap man)

Mr Grey, no customers are coming back soon

King F

Don't you know I'm the thunderbird

I'm like a lightening strike

I'm gonna cast you asunder

Red bird - ain't you heard

What I have said on the Mic

You will be dancing

While I throw my lightening bolt spikes

All your words are just glancing

But now my storm is gonna put an end to your like

Robin

I'm like a dancing boxer

I'm gonna jump out of your way

You know I'm fast like a red foxer

And I'm snarlin' all of the way

You fall down from the skies

Well down on the ground I'm the Winter King

Don't you know who I fight dies

When they face me in the ring