Dear Friend

Dear Friend The last email that you sent me contained a lot of dialogue. Although I appreciate the frank delivery of some home truths I also believe that most of what was said held a lot of, questions unanswered. Two many words describe nothing. In fact I believe the amount of wool, feathers from a bird and other metaphors, are pulled in front of too many believing eyes. People forming uneducated responses to the book. To realise any meaning one must make up ones own ideas of reality and then take on board an experience far beyond ones own. Believe in experience of everybody and disregard all other brain washing ideologies. To listen to rhetoric is to listen to a drunken man explain the obvious, if one may speak from the righteous corner when’st drunk. I’m sure the average idiot can work most things out, so why do we try and convince ourselves of a higher plane when it may or may not exist. Can you explain that to me. Can you explain the appearance of a higher being when we ourselves are the only higher beings asking the question itself. Why do we have to ask ourselves questions that we cannot answer. Because there is nothing else left for us to ask. Life is’nt complicated, the real difficulty is that it is too simple. What a shame for all you thinkers out there, can you not see the truth, can you not see why there is no point to the challenge. It’s a shame to waste your time, because we cannot spend all precious time shortening our lives trying to imagine a perfect answer. Our poor little hearts cannot bear up to the challenge. The answer is… Stop asking so many bloody pointless stupid fucking questions, and definitely never mind the fucking rhetorical and frankly, pointless answers.

I saw the news

I Saw the News Today, Oh Boy!'

I watched the news and I saw nothing, 
I watched our tiny World explode.
I wasn’t sure if Id seen something,
I wasn’t sure I could hold on.

I saw a murder and the earth quake,
I saw the killers weapons too. 
I looked at all the hotels shaking,
I saw a running camera crew.

I heard about some starving children,
I saw the ones being wrung right through.
I watched them hold out empty hands then,
I saw them beaten black and blue.

I watched the news and I saw nothing,
I saw the world I gave in to. 
I saw the news and I have nothing,
Nothing to scream and shout at you.

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

IlovetodrinksomedaysandthensomedaysIliketosleepwhenimnotdoing eitherIamprobablyeatingorconductingmyselfinsomekindofsexual activityifnotthinkingaboutitinfactmylifeisprettysimplereallyespecially asimnotinawheelchairormypartnerdoesnotbeatmeorhaveaguiltyconcious oranythingsoIamrelativelyhappywithmyselfsoifyournothappywithyourself andyoufindyourselfonedaydisagreeingwithmenotlikingthewayilookorthe musicilistentoorcutmeupinyourcarifyouranoldfoolracistahypocroritepigdog ifyouarepretentiousspitefultosseroracheatandaliarandyourfeetstinkyourhead isbigandyourtruthispoorifyoulikethemanicstreetpreachersorpreachtomewhat youcannotpractiseandespeciallyifidontlikeyouyoucansodoffandwhenyoudoI hopeyoudiesoonIfnoneoftheabovepleasetakeiteasyandI’llseeyouatthebar afterdinnersowecanmakearrangementstoseeElvistogether.’ Zebideejones(2003)

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.