Cactus Ordeal

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cactus

I brought a poor little cactus
That needed TLC
It was looking very broken
After its third degree

It sat in a pinch of soil
As dry as Martian dust
It needed peace and quiet
And its daily crust

It had many broken needles
And was lacking a healthy shine
It had been shut up in the darkness
Where it had been confined

They’d asked it many questions
It didn’t know a lot
It was quite unsatisfactory
So they returned it to its pot

It was such a poor little beggar
That had been cast out
It was up for a quick sale
From the bottom shelf

But really it’s a best buy
Soon it will grow high
Forgetting its mistreatment
Growing up to the sky

Sunlight blinds me to the universe

Sunlight blinds me to the universe
At night I see the real sky – deep and starry

Why was I distrustful of the night?
Uncomfortable, claustrophobic

Look – a greater reality opens above
Our sparkling oversize crown

Sunlight in daytime blinded me
Daylight kept guard and scoured my eyes with its detergent

Cleaning every particle of the night sky from the daylights glare of blindness
The night was out of bounds

– Until now and those great distances
Breathe a kind of friendship

Darkness is a place in the sky
Sunlight, blinds us, shuts out the stars

The streets of maynotbe

I walk thru streets, thru the streets
Eyes stare, the eyes stare
Eyes divided by a frown
Yet there’s no human sound

I walk thru the streets of maynotbe
The human crowd as old as human life
Unwoven threads of people walking loosely
Into whatever kind of night they encase themselves into

If I’d just come back from heaven
Still nothing would change, nothing would matter
Tough rivers would run roaring and silvery

Man would weave through man
Crowd would filter through crowd
Weighed down by stones and pierced by angry stars

“Let’s hurry home”

I didn’t go out again – something inside – keeps robbing me
The cruel life of childhood pegs me down:

Yesterday I was out and the late-night fell
I saw a breathtaking city evening above the crowds

An inner whisper
She tugged like a horses bit
Upon my heart

It was my mother’s voice
I would be helping her with shopping in town
The child son child

Time on the horizon was going away
Like the sun – stars pinpricking at fears

“Let’s hurry home before your father gets back from work”
(With his head in the telly and his feet on the mantlepiece)

And we’d have to go back home: back to the slavery, back to the routine
Light up the oven, peel the potatoes, cook the dinner

And the crow of slavery repeats its death
And it has left behind its smelly carcass in my soul

The crow-of-slavery repeats its death  – it did not die
It left me behind its dehydrated carcass deep into my soul

For Van Gogh

vangoghs ear

While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” 49When Jesus’ followers saw what was going to happen, they said, “LORD, should we strike with our swords?” 50And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear. 51But Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him. 52Then Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple guard, and the elders, who had come for him, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come with swords and clubs? 53Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour-when darkness reigns.”

You are my blues

 

man stoneageShe treats me Like a common man
Indeed that’s what I am
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

You treat me like I am your slave
You work on me till I’m in my grave
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

You didn’t find me, I found you
You walked the streets in worn-out shoes
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

Julie New Age

Judy new age

Katie New Age
Got what she needs
Long gypsy dress
Some coloured beads

She’s got a boyfriend
He lives by the track
They both ran away
They won’t be back

They call him the Haywain – (hey Wayne)
He has a living wage
He loves her like no other
His Katie new age

Old age, new age
What’s it matter
So long as you got love down
On a platter


 

Songs for a cavalier girl

cavalier girl
Memories

My mind is confused and I don’t know what to say
Will I ever be able to find a way to convince you
Those times and places gone, I cannot bring them back
How can I make their ghosts appear before you

The memory is slipping from my hands
I watch as their deaths destroy them
So much has been forgotten yet you need to see their ghosts
To tell you of the things dead and rotten

You analyse the body but you forget the soul
The graveyard of the past is now is very cold
New things were growing but as you light the fire
All my hopes are burning from the apse to the spire

Zeitgeist

Zeitgeist
What’s happening now?
Is rock and roll just another poor man’s cow
Zeitgeist
In the boiling pan
From out of the calm the bubbles began

This is the spirit of the age
You work hard
You play hard
When you’re on the last page

Zeitgeist
What’s coming down?
People just like locusts are covering the town
Zeitgeist
Here comes the rain
There’s too much water, not enough in the drain

The little girl stands up and took the leaders on
You know who I mean, don’t you
You know what’s going wrong

Zeitgeist
There’s a rumbling in the land
Zeitgeist
Something always spoils your plans

You may not have this word in your language
But you start to speak it out maybe with a shout

Zeitgeist
It’s the spirit of the age
It’s written on the page you can’t erase it

The spirit of the age is getting in a rage
You’re amazed by it

Zeitgeist
As you walk down the street
There are all the lonely people
You’d ever wish to meet
Zeitgeist
What’s your plan?
This seems the worst time since time began

Puberty

It’s consumerable, it’s a selling point
It’s puberty
You can buy it, you can sell it
It’s your nudity
It’s your hair, it’s your heart
It’s your crudity
It’s consumerable, it’s a selling point
It’s puberty

Selling matchstick maidens in ques for funny masks
Falling into potholes where the serpents bask
It came to you like first light like a needle in the arm
There’s now an institution that’s there to keep you calm
Burning your school satchel and drinking all you can
Looking for a straw of truth in the bales of man

It’s a song if you want it

It’s a song if you want it
Just add some chords and start to sing it
You can bash it, you can thrash it
You can even go and crash it

It’s a song if you like it
You just pretend it, do not fight it
You can rock it, you can rap it
You can even try and crack it

It’s a song like any other
In the graveyards of Picardie
It’s a song that needs a lover
It’s like a flower for a bee

It’s a song if you believe it
Just say it for the sky
It’s a song you can retrieve it
It makes you laugh it makes you cry

Who’s your best girl

There was Sara in the woodland
There was Susan on the beach
There was zeta in the churchyard
That none could ever reach

There was Mary in the market
There was Maisie with the curls
But have you ever asked yourself
Who’s your best girl?

There are memories of moonlight
There are sequences of stars
There are moments in the classroom
There are instants in the bars
There was Pamela, there was Paula
How they got you in a swirl
But have you ever asked yourself
Who’s your best girl?

She is funny, she’s amazing
She’s a gold carp in a pond
You should try to catch her
Maybe she’ll respond

Song: She called it so called love

She called it so-called love
She called it love so-called
In disappointment plain
She didn’t seem enthralled
And no one seemed to understand
The anger deep inside
She was hoping for their love
Instead she got their lies

She called it so-called love
So-called it was said
The way she placed her trust in them
And now her trust was dead
They all held hands together
They danced the circle dance
This made a good impression
But it was only happenstance

She called it so-called love
But it was a shallow heart
That people hold together
Yet easily break apart
She hoped for nothing more or less
Than love and security
But came the time to speak as one
The pod was full of me’s

Don’t be afraid
If love falls out with love
Please be strong and
Please be true to love

A PDF  music sheet of the music and words to this song

She called it so-called love

 

De-humanized

They run in masks of news reports
That resembles you and me
They turn the nut upon the thread
To control what’s said for free

They glide in heavenly sky ships
In balloons for special views
They do not land in dirty streets
Without to twist their news

Their boat keels float in carbon air
Their minds are filled with gas
They never talk to note worthies
Without a security pass

They come down from the mountain top
With tablets made of sand
The merry-go-round they push around
Is made of normal man

Dehumanized

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