A Morning Concern

A Morning Concern

Southern skies lit up slowly by the eastern morning 
Slowly dawning and dragging through, drawing true
Wakefulness and yawning head splitting boring
What am I to do now, what am I to when I rise.
Now I awoke through the heaps of trash and human
Jetsam, drowned the night before with me all without
My freedom, but all dying every night in the hazy shade
Of the cold winter Christmas, Xmas with a difference
Now older and not a child, swimming along with the tide,
Sometimes near the shore and sometimes clear of all
Its safety, but always within reach and always within
Its teachings mayhem, never feeling guiltless, 
Always over nothing and always over chaos.

Black Syrup

Black Syrup

A(bString open) Em
Tear your insides out in pieces,
A(bString open) Em etc.
Memories and buried traces,

Pull your hair and scratch your eyes and 

Exorcise your ghostly crimes
Never knew you didn’t ask why,

Of skeletons in hazy nights out

Should have cried and should have dried out,

See it in your glassy eyes like
Red and yellow evening skies out,
Never knew you didn’t ask why.

(….Break Asus7 to fsus3….A9Bstring open to Em)

Your turning blue, Black Syrup through,
Sickly sweet stuff's strangling you, 
Skeletons dance daisy night-caps, 
'Lazy Bones' set's bar-room death-traps.
Never knew you didn’t ask why,
Losing life you feel so tired,
You never posed, you never lied,
You always stood you never……..

Coming to America

I find myself in America,
The ladies love my voice.
The land of opportunity, 
A land of golden choice.

But people are so paranoid, 
They’ll sue you for a touch.
The money that you once had, 
Was taken by the judge.

Freeway number 66’,
Runs from coast to coast.
Im in my own road movie, 
I play the dry white toast.

If you find your way to pick me up, 
On your bike easy rider truck.
My face and on my guitar, 
The blues that you once took.

Im coming back to England, 
To the castles and the lime.
To you I once did visit, 
But here I do my time.

Down to Earth personalities, 
And you were all so kind.
Im sure I will come back again, 
A new film I will find.

Alcohol Trees

Alcohol trees Glass of ale please sir, and make it snappy… just popping off to change my wet nappy, by the alcohol trees… Sorry I’ll have to sign now Can’t talk anymore, Lost the power of speech Cant even slur my words, By the alcohol trees. Go on, ask me a question You’ll see what I mean. You’ll hear my brain Just stutter and steam Whilst I draw a blank, And inwardly scream, By the alcohol trees. Just a simple question Someone’s blocked the little stream… Of thoughts to my tongue, and the alcohol trees.

Awaken

Awaken

Occasional lines of sight during sleep
A walled trip of black and white
Showing me a plot for reading at night
A dark world away from the green fluffy sheep
A world of technicolour was the waking vision I keep.

My Fun

My Fun

You can make me happy again
Far from the things you saw today
And you are not the same old phase
As I had when I was away

I see a distant place in the stars
Far from the town and jostling bars
I saw the person you really are
wonder if it would really last

Its not because you stopped writing to me 
And its not because you were terribly free
Its just because you were a bitch and a piece
And a horrible beast to my fun for me 

I cannot rise and remember

All the lies and distemper
If I could only see you once
I wouldn’t have to see you again
Again Again again again again and again

I like to Drink sometimes

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Office Dreamer

Office Dreamer

Well I've done my daily fifty
And my mind's smog, mire and misty,
I wish that girl would come and kiss me.
She doesn’t know, how much she, misses me at all!

I might be young and loud and lairy,
Maybe just a little hairy,
Been waiting long for love to share me,
She don’t know, how much she cares, for me at all!

I'm just a desk top bored day dreamer,
A little office dreamer schemer,
I want that girl, I wanna Beamer,
Its just no good, seems oh so feeble, in the end.

Lunchtime

Lunchtime Walking lines, people smother, All steepled high, One upon another, Going one way or t'other, Whilst speaking on phones, Avoiding the cones, Attached to their drags, Don’t step on the cracks, The hard office hats, Brief case, shopping bags, Some sitting down, Some smoking fags. Some looking around, Cackling hags. Walking in circles, round the square in the park, Its here that I watch them, a lonesome young clerk.

Another Sleeping Beauty

Another Sleeping Beauty

So what does it take to make a Man if,
All the things that the little ones can
Propose to take, then compose and bake
In the grand old lake of crimes for cake,
eggs trouble and quake,
to eat it, beat it, hold it and treat bits 
To some ears for the future 
Hearing of ken purity and couture 
In knowledge, in remittance,
to who knows, where while they still 
say, ‘well there is no care…’
…In the struggle to go here… 

Static Nightmare

Static Nightmare

Ring me baby,
Give me a bell. 
Text me baby,
who can tell.
I’ll write you, 
Maybe,
With bitter 
egg shells and
Green egg gal’s
Wild spotted bellies,
And scabby old shelves.
Fuzzy screen tellies
Showing mad
Static little elves,
I’m having a nightmare,
Can’t wake for the bells.