I’ve been sleeping in the alleys Slaving in the galleys Drinking, to my heads a throb I’ve been seeking the Big issues With a face full of tissues
I’m on a Poets Walk Where the trees talk And flowers sing On a gravelled road That carry thought
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…
Triggering a dramatic chain of eve… With dim witted friends And exposing ignorance of transpla… To the flat like a cattle rancher Outside an engineers truck, loses…
I Play the guitar, So What! I write songs, who gives a jot? I was once in a Band, in Bananara… I had one fan, a Tone Deaf, one n… I like Clapton and Hendrix, So W…
My father was a trampoline maker But he had his ups and downs But when he sprung his life into a… He nearly ended up in town My mother made pogo sticks
A Dead man becomes a Snowdrop A Dead Women a Bluebell Dead children become Buttercups a… On a Golden field on Sunshine hil… Our Spirits become Flowers
When music makes you look a fool And your deluded with being cool And your ears don’t register at al… And you sound like your singing Like a cat in a swimming pool
On the road to my village in spring Where the donkeys graze and sheep dog growl And daffodils burst
Wandering around in Silky Pyjamas Playing a trombone The dusty old red curtains hang From the chipped framed window A material like face gurning
In the grim stupor of darkness It hinders the slipping thoughts Of my mental universe As I scream the flops For the ratchet
When God made the human Body He didn’t include Coffee When Adam and Eve were in that G… Things were not that Jolly And there’s no Coffee in the Bibl…
Fuelled by pizza, cake and Karoake,Song twisters Crashing my bike, I needed a bett… with these stand out ears There was a sudden froideur, a bot…
He was a lousy mind reader But he was yellow hat positive He thought he had X Ray vision And took porridge in a lift He made sure he was measuring
I’ve been pulling on a church bell… Trying to encourage some hope In my Elton John high platform sh… And my hair spiked upwards, in sup… I’ve climbed on the church slate r…