Here in my broken tattooed mind

Here in my isolation with my broken tattooed mind
Across the road from paradise with the love I’m trying to find
I see the marriage in Cana from the stop across the street
As if time itself had hit me in my drowning broken teeth.

Yessan,  England, you’re a long way down the road
Way ahead, with your windows on the shoulders of the poor
Your rolling stock don’t pass this way no more
And I stand here on this crossroads screaming floor.

I’m looking up to heaven I suppose that’s what it is
I’m seeing the kind of vision that your grandfather slept with
Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to the economy and to war.

I pick up my right foot I leave wedding songs behind
I pick up my left and go where England cannot find
The party guests dancing or the miraculous vats of wine
Across the road in another patch of time.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to economy and to war.

Yes and Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at you shore
You struggle to survive with the world’s fast changing law
Your song thrush sings bravely on your highest telephone wire.
The jet plane comes screaming through broken cathedral spire.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cannot follow those ancient feet no more.

Get Your Own Salt from the Sea

Lyrics to Song

1. I’ll sack the locksmith who sold me the key
End my lessons in psychology too
Stop middlemen and salesmen from looking me up
I’ve heard all their promises before you see
There are saints and heroes knocking on my door
Don’t know what they came to me for
And let me tell you good people if you want to be free
You should get your own salt from the sea

2. I’d be across the channel to a foreign country
Cause there’s too many people who make problems for me
With their webs and their systems of economy
So if you’re bell should start ringing
And you wonder who it could be
It’ll be this sailor trying to be free
I’ll be there on your doorstep as happy as can be
I’ll be there like the salt from the sea

3. Once we’d bake our own bread and sow our own seed
Spin our own clothes for our own needs
Rear our own animals too I believe
Make our own peace with eternity
But the lords and the ladies just weren’t amused
They wanted the riches of life
When the best pleasures would simply be
To get our own salt from the sea

4. Sing your excuses till you’re black and blue
But I don’t have to listen at all to you
Your promises don’t help they’re nothing new
Your just deceiving yourself too
Your creation of problems just isn’t fun
Can’t you see what you’ve done?
So it’s back to the earth I’ll eventually be
To get my own salt from the sea

A PDF of music to the first idea and an audio file.

Get your Own Salt from the Sea

This is the one with my newer melody

get your own salt from the sea new melody

I wrote this in about 1970. I had a real struggle trying to understand the melody. Then it occurred to me that it originates in the folk song Widdecombe Fair but seems to develop a little differently. Any way I did try to write a more original tune for it which I can add here too.
©2019michaelaitken

There’s a Blue Plaque Stuck on the Wall

There’s a blue plaque stuck on the wall
Proclaiming what the great man’s done.
His name was Hiram Maxim
And he invented the machine gun.

He lived here in Hatton Garden
Where the rich chose their pearls
But at night you hear the soldiers scream
In the bullet loving world

Be silent little street of London
Be quiet and see what he’s done
He invented modern warfare
He invented the machine gun

It cut down soldiers on all sides
And put civilisation on the run
The inventor lived here in Hatton Garden
Where the rich people buy their fun

Where playboys come to buy jewellery
From merchants of the gem so dear
You’ll see the plaque to this fearful name
Saying: Hiram Maxim lived here.

(Lyrics for an anti war song)

In England Blue plaques are fixed to the walls of buildings to show where famous people lived.

Song: Neglected Boy

The neglected boy

He really doesn’t know
Is there
Love across the ocean
Love across the sea
Doesn’t seem to be waiting
Anywhere near me

You really don’t know
What you’re doing
Do you?
I mean
You’ve got your orders
You’ve got your papers
To complete

But after spending
All day at your desk
You get out into the street
And there’s something
In the sunshine
That overwhelms you

The neglected boy

Love
It has no north or south
No sun or moon
Love
It has no eyes or mouth
And it thinks outside
Of its balloon

That’s all you know

Neglected boy

 

AN UNFINISHED VERSION 1



A partial Music sheet in PDF
Neglected Boy 1

 

AN UNFINISHED VERSION 2



A partial music sheet in PDF
Neglected Boy 2

 

Song: Asylum Wind

 

Please see a Lead sheet and a MP3 of song
Asylum wind


Asylum Wind lyrics:

Verse 1

Everywhere is quiet across the hinterland
The night horse it gallops – thru the dark expanse
While I’m walking homeward I see the moon rescind
The shadows go ahead of me in the asylum wind

Chorus

Asylum wind engraves, every word you said
The asylum wind is burning, holes inside my head

Verse 2

This day is behind me , a long night’s ahead
Animal confusion crying in my head
If I loved you longer, it would be a sin
The shadows go in front of me in the asylum wind

Chorus and verse 3

Time is but a measure, fading in the sky
Space is but a dream that died and a place to hide
Love is written in blood that will not end
Flying on wings of fury in asylum wind

Chorus

 

 

 

Where Ever You Go

Song lead sheet and Mp3

where ever you go

where ever you go]

Lyrics to my song “Where Ever You Go”

Verse 1:

They say that the word is a circus
That its heart is made out of stone
That all of the world is a circus act
When you die that you die alone

Chorus:

Where ever you go I’ll go there too
Where ever you stop I’ll stop with you
Where ever you sleep I’ll be at your side
When ever you rise I’ll rise with you

Verse 2

They say that the world is a circus
That its heart is made out of stone
That when you sing the whole world sings along
That when you cry you cry lone

Repeat Chorus

 

 

 

Song: I’m not your Wicker Man

I’m not your wicker man

Please click on to see song sheet click below to hear MP3

I’m not your wicker man,
I’m not your wicker man
Get me out of your fire / get me out of your flame
I’m not your sacrifice / I’m not in your pagan game

I’m not a wicker man,
I’m not a wicker man
I’m not burning in your sky / for what I don’t understand
I’m not burning in your fire / I’m not burning in desire
I’m not a wicker man,
I’m not a wicker man
If you think I’ll follow / where ever you may go
That is just so hollow / so I’ll just answer no

I’m not your wicker man
I’m not your wicker man
Dancing in your circle / not dancing in your night
You think you got me spellbound / you think you are my light

I ‘m not your wicker man,
I’m not your wicker man
You think you got it covered / but you don’t understand
I’ve tried to find the way / to your heart girl

I’m not your wicker man;
I’m not your wicker man
I’m no nature lover / that wants to hold your hand
Don’t confuse don’t choose me / for your flames girl

Oh, What a day I’ve had!

I looked out of the window
Of the bus going home
I saw my baby drifting
Through the empty street alone, all alone

The grey clouds were covering
The stars were not at home
The autumn leaves were falling
Onto pavement stone, pavement stone.

She was walking in the night
As my bus was passing by
She fell into the distance,
It made me want to cry, want to cry.

So I rang the buses buzzer
And I jumped out of my seat
And I hurried to the door
And jumped out to the street.

I walked back to find her
I waved to make her see
She seemed so surprised
To be seeing me, seeing me.

Leaning on a lamppost
Somewhere down the way
Amongst the fallen autumn leaves
Waiting for her to say, for her to say:

Oh, what a day I’ve had!
Oh, what a day
Oh, what a day I’ve had!
Oh what a day

One Brave Bird

One brave bird
Beaten by egg-crushing cats.
One brave bird
Angry at the cat-keeping block.

One brave bird
Has surrounded us.
Squawking with relentless fury
In the gold fire of her heart,

Shooting down bullets of bird spit
That the whole community ignores.
Surrounding the block
With a phantom chain of battling noise;

Her nest a ruin of bones in the hedge
Her new generation murdered.

In the field of few men
A natural garland of nature;
The daises dance in the air
The moles have big blue eyes –

Let one brave bird join you
To live out her long red life.

2019

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