supermarket flowers

Send me your supermarket flowers

Send me Chrysanthemums from Tesco’s

Give me your lilies from Lidl’s

Oh, shower me with roses from Waitrose

I want your supermarket flowers girl

I want them for my birthday

I desire your flowers by the hour boy

Home delivery from Amazon or eBay

 

Give me sapphires from Argos

I desire those rubies from Ikea

I salivate for diamonds from McColl’s

And slobber over jewels down the highway

Give me your opals in the carpark

Let me feel them, let me weigh

Them in my hands, see them shine in the dark boy

I need them while I'm making hay

 

And if you should ask me, have I the power?

As you stand down there outside my tower

I'll throw down my hair, call for you by the hour

So long as you buy me your supermarket flowers

Pedestal

 Don't put me on a pedestal

I'm a statue, don't you know

Look I'm not perfect,

Nobody is,

You think I have stature, but I truly can fracture

And break

And the cracks appear, on the surface veneer

The mirror shines lacquer black

And if you look in my soul's looking back

So don't put me on a pedestal, won't you

Streets of gold

 These streets are dark and dirty

and the heat fights with the cold

Oh some streets are made of china

But these streets are paved with gold

And the hills they are on fire

With the sun burning in sky of sapphire

And all the clouds have silver linings

Where the streets are paved with gold

And the rivers are jade dragons

They are green like money I'm told

But the buildings are like red lions

Whose feet stand on streets of gold

Some streets are white with marble

Some statues stand for slaves sold

Some streets are cobbled where old men hobbled

But these streets are paved with gold

And all this is no mystery

Asia minor or ghost history

When cork screws turned on the thumbs of the world

Where the streets are paved with gold

Wessex Water

 He had a job with Wessex water

It was a damn good job boys

A dam good job

But you see he couldn't stay

It breaks my heart

It was a job for life

Or a life for job?

You see the money stop flowing

Down at the water works

The work dried up

He was parched as starched shirts

But a dam good job!

It was

You know it never rains but it pours

Down at the wishing well shores

Where the tide came in

And we all grew thin

On fat wages

Meant for better ages

It's a slow drip, drip

Like the news fed

Up at the panda enclosure

Life in black and white

It was a slippery slope.

Alley cat

 Wall cat, wall cat

Joanna lumely slim

Chain smoking Alley cat

McBride of darkness skim

The cream of the crop

Top top, tip, tip

Tip toe top

Pip pop poodle pip

Kip, kipper, slipper slip

Skip skop hot scotch

Whisky whiskers, curly lisper

Speaker of the shallow brow meow, Nihow,

Anyhow, wewow, neaow

Baw wow, bawow goes the dogless night

Goes the legless fright of worms take flight

In the evening dusk of musk, and husks of ears of sound corns, and wheaty horns

Of beer which rustle in the barley bustle of fields far above the new town,

Old town, Shepton sheppey

Burble warble barble, barber straw reed, strawberry thatch and fetch of cuffs

ironed and pressed waiting for the distressed, but well-dressed cat

Alley cat, wall flower, cat power

Hush now

 Hush now since the waves are falling white

And the sea is beginning to cave

Hush now since the day is turning into night

And my love it cannot save

Hush now since the coast is pure delight

And the cove it boasts its haven

A safe ground for the boats to moor at night

While about them the storm is ravin

Hush now since the ghost of your father's light

Has visited you in the tavern

And he tells you he knows who cut his throat

While the bats roosted in the cavern

Hush now since the day is turning into night

And the bees are beginning their humming

And cicadas at the motel are spotting in fights

And security guards are bumming

Hush now as the rays are turning white

And the clouds are beginning to open

And the sun comes like a chariot in the morning light

As the sleep spell is almost broken

Falling rocks

 People of the tower

People of the tower

Stand up, stand up in power

Hold on in your darkest hour

People of, people of the tower

And though your walls are built strong and tall

The time has come for the tower to fall

People of the tower

People of the tower

Danger, danger of the falling rocks

Danger when the lightening strikes itself

Danger from electric shocks

Danger when the earth is bound

And when the sky falls to the ground

Danger, danger of falling rocks

Mind your head, and mind the gaps

Fill in the spaces on your maps

Build those towers tall and strong

But beware of places that feel wrong

Read your books and take life's knocks

But most of all beware

Of falling rocks

You can look up into a sky of space junk

You can look down to where your visions have sunk

Inside the sea of chains and locks

But beware of falling rocks

And the walls came tumbling down

When the big black bomb was dropped on the town

And we watched the big black bomb explode, 

it was a heap of gold, it was a motherlode

And we were showered in pennies and jewels

But life is strange and can be cruel

For when you hear at dawn the crow of cocks

Then you must beware of falling rocks