: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold
: Happy and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water. You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other. We'll go walking out while
: Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch
: Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your
: You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream, can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in
: The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle
: Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows
t stop going no way to slow down. He sees his children jumping off at the stations - one by one. His woman and his best friend in bed and having
: As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down, I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound. Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn. I'm
: My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
: Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust, An October's day, towards evening, Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough, Salt on a deep chest
: When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you
: Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, but you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see
: I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of
: Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you my darling. Raise it up - say Cheerio.
: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a
: Words get written. Words get twisted. Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change the features
: Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday, eating
