Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Retrospective and Sentimental

Retrospective and Sentimental

I followed for a while and let my head retain, some of the good things, things I cant explain, 
It became so easy, let the love remain, I had a story to unfold.
I listened to the people who had helped me out, but they didn’t really want to admit, 
They got me out of holes I couldn’t climb, I still couldn’t really see it.
I felt so little and I felt so small I have to admit I couldn’t feel at all,
Numb form my toes to the top of my head, you should have seen me then I felt so dead.
Felt like a child but I felt so old nicely informed that I should keep it cold
‘Hey weve all had this flu, its been going round, have some soup, it wont keep you bound.’
Nobody admit…nobody said…you been a naughty little boy, you’ll ruin your head, 
In not so many words I think that Id been told, Id have to grow up, Id have to get old.
Did I ever listen, did I fuck, its only them’ll get old with luck, there Isn’t any point in 
Asking where or why, just look at all your lives.

Talking About

Well what are we talking about
Just want to scream and shout
Your only a wish away
So I’m coming to you today

You take me forever now
Forever the world goes round
Its all gonna go my way
Your only a day away

Yeah were both kind of falling in 
A frightening loving spin
Were racing together with
All of our lives to live

Well that’s all that I want to say 
Its all that I wanted to do
Was just to say that I love you
I love you…

Be my Valentine

Be my Valentine

Be my Valentine so,
You can see I'm not lying,
You know if you follow my line 
Then be my red rosy red heart 
because roses will follow the darts
from a Cupids strong bow,
my loves so strong so you know
when you see my heart aches,
you can soothe me with cakes
and love from your kitchen,
please feed me my smitten
your my fluffy little kitten,
my love and my eyes,
through a life with surprises
then please be my valentine
and my wife throughout time.

zebideejones (C, 2005)

London Restoration


London Restoration

Blue scaffold tarpaulin
Hides you angular face
Held up by steel poles
Forming protective case
Long boards defining
Walkways of distinction
To aid your workers
Traverse via a world
Of modern depiction.

Olde English Garden

Olde English Garden

Olde English and greensects hot right on muggy beer garden.
A stream billow through bridge flow over the water.
Posh England I love you , when I am not poor. I can drink in your gardens no worries afore... 

It was you

It was you, it was you, it was you

Its all because I used to go to the playground on my own
It’s all because I used to go all the way to the field then
without once thinking about home.
And then when I saw my friends I would not like to talk
about all the things that were in my head because
I always thought that I was the only one, just the only one
who used to live and was not dead.

We always stared at the sky and the clouds
and then we would stare all-night at the stars.
You could run down to a stream
and watch the river beginning, 
The sparkling cool water and the clearness
of the water rippling.
What was it that made me want to throw it all away
and become interested in cars, throw it all away 
and stop watching the stars.

I spose we all grow up and find out one day, one week, one year,
that there are more interesting things to do
But what more could be interesting than watching the day 
Then attempt to glue plastic aeroplanes together and then try to fly them too!
Who was it that said, that I should move away, beyond my country haven, 
from the woods the streams, the animals in the fields, the plastic and the glue 
only to buy a house with you.

It was you, it was you, it was you.

Valentine 2006


Helen

You are my pride
You are my joy
You make me laugh
When alls aboard

You are my trouble
You are my strife
You make me cry
You are my life

I love you like I’ve
Loved no other
My true best Friend
My babies Mother

You are my World
Your love is fine
You are my Girl
My Valentine

We Will Wed today

We will wed today

We didn’t know where we were heading
We hadn’t thought about our lives
There really wasn’t any knowing
Who we’d marry or where in life we’d lie

Then we met us one another
A newer one person, one person happy times
Our new adventure with one another
Every Christmas love each others mince pies

Food and wine, beer, some cool culture and travel
Broadsheets of interest rule our reading
Without the paper news to crease and unravel
Our souls are growing together feeding

We’ll wed today to show all you nice people
We’ll wed today together, just girl and boy
We’ll live together forever, heaping sugar and a leaping
Up and down with tears of joy.

My Boy Tbone


My Boy T-Bone

My baby smelt of pork chops
when he came out alive.
Pulled from his living tomb,
with blood guts bones and chives.
His blue skin was set alight there
by the pressured oxygen tank,
and cooked back into pink meat,
the mid-chef was to thank.
T-bone steak or pork chop
will be his new found name,
after mummy here is stitched up
by the butchers ‘Backslap & Mame’.

Ok You

Ok you

Ok you
I’m watching you
I can see all the 
Moves you make

You’ll see
You feel threatened by me 
I can see you are on the take

Us three
That him you and me
We’ll have just a little talk

Then three will be 2
And all I can do c’mon
Maverick lets shake and bake.

Lovely Baby Sheep


Lovely Baby Sheep
Look if you could use it,
I know you that you would,
the little pocket in your dungarees,
what on earth would you put in it.
Maybe the wool and the fluffly little clouds,
just keep them in there and shout it aloud,
with no malice or no rage
That I love mummy and daddy
At my tender age...
Look at me then sleep,
cos its not a bad life,
if you just keep our
love in your pocket,
and keep storing the sheep.