So the first song was the main song and we spent more time on that. this second song was done in a bit of a rush because she had more musicians turning up so i hurried out.
Tag: society
Recording “I want to heal you”
So I got to Mornington Station and went the wrong way well of course I would I always do. Unfamiliar places, easy to get lost. The studio was in the basement of a huge house, very nice and relaxed. And Felix made me a cup of tea with a marsh mallow and off we went.
I want
I want governments to be truthful
And never to tell lies
I want the government be be fair
And to work hard with both sides
I want lies to be outlawed
And penalties applied
I want truth to be upheld
And leaders to be wise
I want love in the high chair
To settle the disputes
I want love to be right there
And to give rebukes
Because the sins of rule are many
They fall down like hail
It’s difficult to keep warm
When rulership starts to fail
And not to harm another
In the name of any law
And to love your neighbour
Without keeping score
Song: I’m living in prison England
Bm Am Em Am
I’m living in prison England – with my cat
The postman leaves the mail – on the mat
I’m stamped OHMS – in black
Feed me I’m a TV – in my flat
I’m living in prison England, – The sky is blue
I’m followed by a satellite – I have the flu
A tracker dog lays down – inside my pone
They like to think I’ll always – be alone
In prison England
I live in prison England – by degrees
I rot in prison England – like elm trees
The ocean and the sea – cage me in
I suppose I’m in real good – company
I live in prison England – in a scare
Masks are the most popular – thing to wear
The thruppenny bit portcullis – tells the truth
I’m limited to the things – I can do
In prison England
In our collective imaginations
Lies the fate of our nations
The anthem of the year sets in
We are our own victims
Choking on smoke from our own – air holes
Regardless of our own – immortal souls
Why not leave the car – in a jam
And go down to hell – with the man
In prison England
I live in prison England, – I have no psyche
They know they can shut me down – when they like
Who dares to open up – a box of lies?
There are no forks, there are – only knives
In prison England
The bull is growing fat – in this drought
The walls will explode – he’ll charge out
The clouds will turn red – in the fire
The wind will blow the weather vane – on the spire
Of prison England
Serve your time with me then maybe you’ll see
You can never get away; you will never be free
In prison England
PDF of song
Note: Song is in the beginning stage. On one hand the chords are repetitive and on the other hand maybe not.
The rose scar
The rose scar
on her hand
the claw
was returned
to the paw
the blood flow
like a bed of roses
has opened up a door
the elderly mother has moved
to the seaside town
blue of dreams
but the daughter girds her loins
and rises like a seagull in the wind
she has two brothers
who were like werewolves
but they had long ago
left their vocation
but still she would wake up at night
to see claw marks on the wall
she said that her home-town was empty
its lights at night were like silent glowing birds
that there was no fairground anymore
of her childhood memories
it was sad to see her so sad
and at how we all can feel so exiled
Armistice Day poems
Now you talk about
A special relationship
Now you talk about
A trade deal
The little god
Talks to the big god
Across their offices
Wit transatlantic zeal
Don’t trade me off
Like I’m a statistic
Well I see the poor
On both sides of the pond
Are you gods
Can you wave your magic wands?
You do the pushing
And someone else pushes back
That’s what it amounts to
On a human level
And what does it lead to
Another level of hell
2
My heart
The dark Teutonic forest
When it’s dark
The wild shadows
Take over
In dreams
While the quiet little creatures
Huddle under fallen leaves
Waiting for the sun
To brush away the tree tops
And scoop them up
With a friendly smile
It must be in the cosmology these days
This darkness
That lasts like an arctic winter
And saying that it takes months
To remove the boulder
From the Troll’s tomb
This could be the perfect
Epoch for it
3
It is one of those days
That everyone seems cut off from each other
As if a great being
Was re-cutting the cloth
Wiping the chalkboard
A complaint arises
Its universal
Who will stop the rain
One lady
Who considers herself a gossip
Stops gossiping as if
She were locked in a cell
Another
A man
A very garrulous man
Finds himself lost
As if blindfolded
Graffiti appears
Upon every wall in the city
Who will stop the rain
It does no good to be friendly
It does no good to be the partygoer
You will feel like the mice
Chased by a hatchet
The universe itself
Is being wielded like a discus
By an angry hand
And we can all feel it
And we spend a moment or two
Staring at the sky and wondering
Who can stop the rain
4
The shadow of foreboding
Falls first
Then there’s complete darkness
As the leash is detached
And the two dogs start fighting
Even though the sun is shining
The commands are dark
There’s no thought of life
Love is put away with the excuse
They must protect their homes
And then they start
To destroy them
The light is not sunlight
It’s what was the human spirit
In times of calamity
It forgets to keep the light shining
Song: Like there’s no tomorrow
G D
Eat up your food
C
Like there’s no to-mor-row
G
You’ve got to eat up your food
Momma says she might not
be here tomorrow
so you’ve got to eat up your food
The movement
The movement
Of little men
In a presidential election
Across the great surface of the earth
Is out of proportion
To the Tsunami of their noise
That travels around the globe
As ants go about their work
Does it not give them a collective headache
And no one would want
To upset the ants
Who are a great army
As for the locusts
Who fly against the direction of the noise
Might not they follow it all the way
And descend
In their millions
Upon the noisemakers
I don’t work for you anymore
I don’t work for you
Anymore
After that last day of work
I’ve closed my door
Send as many troops
As you like
I’ll die before I spend another night
Your rules
Your rules
Your rule mean nothing to me
Your rulers
Your rulers
Are shipwrecked in the sea
I’m trying to find the words
To say how I feel
About your nanny state
About how you deal
You’ve given me nothing
I drag my chains around
You’ve given me nothing
You’ve brought me down
So down
I don’t work for you anymore
Any more
I work for me
The red rubber ball
The red rubber ball came bouncing down the stairs
I picked it up which you’re not supposed to do
I spoke and said to me
There’s no love in my world
The little girl in a red dress came skipping into view
I asked for her name which you’re not supposed to do
She spoke and said to me
There’s no love in my world
The carrion crow landed on the windowsill
I asked it why it came here which you’re not supposed to do
It spoke and said to me
There’s no love in my world
