White Buffalo

 Champagne white buffalo

Flowing

Down over the plains

Champagne white Buffalo

Go against the herd

I hold you like a rainbow

No now that's absurd

Champagne white Buffalo

You are bound to cross the line

Some farmer is gonna kill you

Time after bloody time

Keep running white buffalo

Way across the plains

There's no fence can stop

You

And Oh the guns unheard

Find within the shadow

The voices of the past

Find with the rainbow

Your eternal mask

oh white Buffalo

I know you're gonna last

Run on white Buffalo

Through the chains held fast

Farmer come running

He's gonna get his gun

Run on White Buffalo

Til your race is done

Brean down swimming

 The slosh and the splosh,

The sway and the spray

The ups and the down

Like a king and his crown

Heads swell

Then shrink

As the knife edge

Always on the brink

The breathing moment

Living in lime

The wash and the slosh

Of a swimmingly good time

And jagged rocks and thought's precipice

The acclimatizing to danger

The body senses take over hands grip then plunge

Movement in the swell

Suspension in the tension of Estuary tide

Ticking geological, theological clocks

How long does it take God to carve these rocks?

Or nature is a floating voter and can be brought to temper

In and out the channel waters, in whichever mood bent her

Conscience

 With your throw away silence 

and your give away looks

And your passive violence

Like the slow southern crooks

Give me the science

And condemn all my books

Tell me my conscience

Should be hung upon hooks

With the meat and the poultry

The carcass and the calf

Death comes to all in the end

At that we should not laugh

Oh Brother

 The graves are getting dug

Please put a penny in the old man's cup

If you haven't got a penny a ha'penny will do

If you haven't got a ha'penny

well God bless you

The cemetery flashed in the lightning storm

The bells rung out

Some were stirring

Who were not dead

Almost dead

For they'd been buried long enough

Buried alive that is

It wasn't hard to see, but they didn't

Have the checks nor the technology

To find out if he were really gone

So they sewed him up

He grappled he said

What an accident

Underground

The grave diggers did wrong

Oh brother, Oh brother

Where art though

Brothers in arms we are

All until they close the door

And shovel the soil

A top the grave

Then we we will spoil

Unless we be saved

But somebody has to do it

This job

Oh brother 

Once or twice they did it

Saved by the bell,

When the doctors got it wrong

And pronounced them dead

Then when they wake they're in hell

In a six foot down bed

But at least they could pull the chain

And let them know up on the living land

Because it must take some doing

To dig yourself out by hand

Once I dropped my mobile phone

Down into the grave

I didn't know that I'd done it

Until I got home

And then there was a silence on the waves

But you cannot exhume an old phone

And you shall not disturb the dead

Even if they answer from the other side

The call charges are extortionate to the Afterlife

The wedding guests arrived

 I was waiting for the wedding

We were getting married in the morning

And the wedding guests had a arrive

I was cooking in the dishes

And rearranging

The bread and fishes

And I passed a hoard of happy wives

They were washing knives and spoons

And blowing up balloons

And it seemed like they having

The time of their lives

And I was thinking much a upon them what I expected from them

And standing in an empty room

Red town

 Oh the skeleton traffic lights

Burn through the night

And I wish I could tell you I'm born

Born in a green town

And Die in a red

But I'm stuck on amber in my head

Oh the Bunsen burners

Light up the lab

Like the rigs in the cold North Sea

And I'm on a ship and I'm waving my flag

It is white for all souls to see

Don't make a mystery out of a fact

Don't turn the red light green

Before your history has been written in an act

Of pure white dishonesty's gleam

Shine out the fortesque, shine round the bend

Shine on your street lamp parade

For the bones of the dead street

Still hold sway on the ghost ship

As the Ocean cries hush to the waves

And the bin men come out

And they rattle about 

bottles go clinkety clink 

The indicators flash, in a cold hard dash

Like shire horses blinking at graves

I was born in a green town

Where the monkeys play

And the tin men follow their dreams

And the red light of day

Falls a lonely gloom on the streams

And I'm in a red dawn down at the bay

Tortoise who taught us a lesson

 once there was a very old tortoise

He was a very wise teacher and was 300 hundred years old

And then he forgot what he taught us

He began to think he was a turtle

and he wandered into the sea and drowned

That just shows you should practice what you preach