An old man sits on his Balcony Looking out on you and me Sitting there with his bonsai tree Looking like there’s a world to se… He’s up there in his block of flat…
Back to that bad old town That place that got me down You said “never turn around “, But since then, I’ve gone to grou… I had to sell my old gold teeth
Most people know better than you They come along to Destroy what y… Well, look at John Lennon Some twisted fan ended, what he co… Most people has something better t…
A Dead man becomes a Snowdrop A Dead Women a Bluebell Dead children become Buttercups a… On a Golden field on Sunshine hil… Our Spirits become Flowers
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…
Your weighing me down, with your t… You got me on the growling ground,… Your dressed with depressed, hold… A wallet road test, causes you to… And how can you cope, without your…
My father was a trampoline maker But he had his ups and downs But when he sprung his life into a… He nearly ended up in town My mother made pogo sticks
A slip in the dripping croak of di… A campaign to relax in sci fi From a clapping ball boy in Berli… The lucrative freaky can of worms A social media Polaris stinking
As I explore the legacy of featur… The presenter lifts the lid on the… And a woman seeks the feel of her… As I sit disjointed making romper… Then I get a visit from a chef
When music makes you look a fool And your deluded with being cool And your ears don’t register at al… And you sound like your singing Like a cat in a swimming pool
I see the Eager Rain Dancing on my window pane Your in my cool eyes again Looking Wild and Tame Dropping coins in the wishing well
I’ve been sleeping in the alleys Slaving in the galleys Drinking, to my heads a throb I’ve been seeking the Big issues With a face full of tissues
I’m cooking love, it smells so nic… I’m cooking love, I’m eating life Gosh! It tastes so nice The best taste in life I’m cooking love
I Clasp at your avenue of dissent In the quarters of your dire extre… And vaporise in your air of conven… The music cluster of enraged notes In wish wash environment
On the road to my village in spring Where the donkeys graze and sheep dog growl And daffodils burst
