LOVED UP

These are significant things.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

I need to say to him,
things I've kept for better days.
I don't like crying in the rain.
Oh! It's never best to go to war
but this is my life I'm fighting for
and I'm not the sort to run away.
I would never just disappear.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

What's anyone supposed to do?
As it goes, you grow and you grow,
and finally you grow to know
there is no more growing to do.

You know what you must pursue.
You know what you must pursue.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

Life has started to take us apart.
This ache is you breaking my heart.
And I take it you haven't got a clue.
Where do we start?
We part! We part! Oh dear!
You've got absolutely no idea.
Problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

13/09/2024

THE PROBLEM IS YOU

[When we last stopped over
in Hong Kong city
there was this pretty sexy picture
hanging on the hotel wall.
How could we possibly
not remember it at all.]

They were young lovers
lost in a passionate embrace-
ecstasy and energy
lighting their faraway faces.
And it was named something strange like The Pillow Song.

I thought we might write
some pillow songs together-
pillow songs intended for pillow people-
writing all the sexy words
and all the sexy music,
mixing them together as one.
It's one I'm eager to perform.
A song of making love. Oh yes!

They were young lovers
lost in a passionate embrace-
ecstasy and energy
lighting their faraway faces.
And it was named something strange like The Pillow Song.

There's no other pressure today.
We could go outside to play.
But I thought that staying in
drinking gin and talking
might be fun.
Then, when we're all talked out
and we've put to rights
the many wrongs of this world-
we could make our own picture
of the sexy image on the wall.

They were young lovers
lost in a passionate embrace-
ecstasy and energy
lighting their faraway faces.
And it was named something strange like The Pillow Song.       

They were young lovers
lost in a passionate embrace-
ecstasy and energy
lighting their faraway faces.
And it was named something strange like The Pillow Song.

Pillow Songs

PILLOW SONGS

I don't care for parties-
they're really not my scene.
I'm not big on all that smalltalk.
.....I'm shy
.....and I'm seriously 'arty'-
I wouldn't go there to be seen.
I'm not that kind of a man machine.

I like my own company.
I like being deep in thought,
.....seeing what pictures
might be beautifully wrought.
I'm always dreaming what pictures
.....might be bought.
At the end of every month
my income is always spent.
I just about make the rent.
But the models are beautiful.
All the beautiful nudes
they all exude different attitudes.
My current favourite is Nancy.

Nancy in the buff is heavenly.
But it's just not enough for me.
My heart flutters when I see her.
.....I think I might be in love.
Fancying Nancy is a no brainer.
.....I think I might be in love.

I don't care for parties-
they're really not my scene.
I'm not big on all that smalltalk.
.....I'm shy
.....and I'm seriously 'arty'-
I wouldn't go there to be seen.
I'm not that kind of a man machine.

I like my own company.
I like being deep in thought,
.....seeing what pictures
.....might be wrought.
Dreaming what pictures
.....might be bought.
At the end of every month
my income is always spent.
I just about make the rent.
But the models are beautiful.
All the beautiful nudes
they all exude different attitudes.
My current favourite is Nancy.

Nancy in the buff is heavenly.
But it's just not enough for me.
My heart flutters when I see her.
.....I think I might be in love.
Fancying Nancy is a no brainer.
.....I think I might be in love.

Fancying Nancy

FANCYING NANCY

It's midnight. I'm only lightly
.....sleeping.
I keep smelling your perfume.
It's floating like a friendly ghost
passing through my room.
Are you haunting me my love?
Oh! I'm already being haunted
.....by our love.

I  can half believe
.....that you're still here.
A reminiscent you is kissing me.
I'm praying to the heavens
.....that you're missing me.
Someone's just wiped away a tear.
It's as if you were really here
and you wiped away my tears
.....like you do.
..........Just like you do.

Thank you for your presence
.....in my life.
Thank you for the feelings,
all the joy and all your healing.
Thank you for your presence
.....in my life.
Tomorrow I will ask you
.....if you'd like to be my wife.
Tomorrow I will ask you
.....if you'd like to be my wife.

A Proposal

A PROPOSAL

I don't suffer fools much-
don't think its cool to be stupid.
I've put in the things I desire-
I'll leave the results to Cupid.

It's the intellect effect
that gets my full attention.
Yes! You've maybe got the body
but you don't seem to have
.....the brains.
.....Brains are sexy.

It's the intellect effect
gets my attention every time.
.....Brains or brawn?
.....Brains or brawn?
Do I smile or do I yawn?
When your lover is
reading a good book
you don't know that you're born.
You don't know that you're born.
It's the intellect effect-
I'll always give it a look,
it gets my attention every time.

It's not a crime to have a type,
to favour honesty over hype.
Honestly, I prefer a studious guy,
someone great at conversation.
A man invested in his education.
It's why I don't drink in a crowd.
Why should I cloud my thinking?
I think I might be falling in love.

My guy has just turned thirty-
lectures at the local university.
He doesn't need a map of my body.
He's not constantly on his phone.
I don't feel used. I get to choose
what we do with our time alone.
We seem to have created
a sophisticated world of our own.
I think I might have fallen in love.

I don't suffer fools much-
don't think its cool to be stupid.
I've put in the things I desire-
I'll leave the results to Cupid.
I don't suffer fools much-
don't think its cool to be stupid.

It's the intellect effect
that gets my full attention.
Yes! You've maybe got the body
but you don't seem to have
.....the brains.
.....Brains are sexy.

It's the intellect effect
gets my attention every time.
.....Brains or brawn?
.....Brains or brawn?
Do I smile or do I yawn?
When your lover reads a good book. you don't know that you're born
It's the intellect effect-
I'll always give it a look,
it gets my attention every time.
I think I might have fallen in love.

It's not a crime to have a type,
to favour honesty over hype.
Honestly, I prefer a studious guy,
someone great at conversation.
A man invested in his education.
It's why I don't drink in a crowd.
Why should I cloud my thinking?
I think I might have fallen in love.

My guy has just turned thirty-
lectures at the local university.
He doesn't need a map of my body.
He's not constantly on his phone.
I don't feel used. I get to choose
what we do with our time alone.
We seem to have created
a sophisticated world of our own.
I think I might have fallen in love.

[He's thirty. Thirty!
My cup of tea.
Dark hair and a tan.
Degrees in the Arts.
A stranger to these parts.
He's my kind of a man.]

Brains Or Brawn

BRAINS OR BRAWN

What If

WHAT IF

I used to ooze confidence-
ooze a self-belief,
certainty was my close friend
but my success was brief.
I ran into a massive goodbye.
Lately I've been losing my grip-
no longer have a significant other.
He slipped away last year.

Memories of him I still adore.
But I don't cry for him anymore.
I don't cry for him anymore.
He said when the tears have gone.
Take a deep breath- and move on.
Take a deep breath- and move on.

So I'm taking his heavenly advice.
I've sorted through our lost life.
I'm liquidating all of our assets.
Getting set-up to start over.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

I used to ooze confidence-
ooze a self-belief,
certainty was my close friend
but my success was brief.
I ran into a massive goodbye.
Lately I've been losing my grip-
no longer have a significant other.
He slipped away last year.

Memories of him I still adore.
But I don't cry for him anymore.
I don't cry for him anymore.
He said when the tears have gone.
Take a deep breath- and move on.
Take a deep breath- and move on.

So I'm taking his heavenly advice.
I've sorted through our lost life.
I'm liquidating all of our assets.
Getting set-up to start over.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

Moving On

MOVING ON

Here beneath my skin
you can find the real me.
I seldom let anyone in
but he was so very fine,
so very fine,
.....so very fine
I finally let it be.
Twenty one and virginal,
looking younger, criminal.
He's a gift from heaven for me.

Oh! He was so graceful-
a young man flying free.
And I didn't mind being grateful
for the liberties he took with me-
I was happy teaching him all I knew.
Making him dance almost naked
in his socks of a turquoise blue.

And the Spring grew wings and flew
into the open arms of Summer
and we were fixing to stick together.
But in the full Moon, end of July
he took off without saying why.
I imagine it's his mental weather-
he thought I was a kind of tether,
didn't fancy being tied to my hide.

Here beneath my skin
you can find the real me.
I seldom let anyone in
but he was so very fine,
so very fine,
.....so very fine
I finally let it be.
Twenty one and virginal,
looking younger, criminal.
He's a gift from heaven for me.

Oh! He was so graceful-
a young man flying free.
And I didn't mind being grateful
for the liberties he took with me-
I was happy teaching him all I knew.
Making him dance almost naked
in his socks of a turquoise blue.

And the Spring grew wings and flew
into the open arms of Summer
and we were fixing to stick together.
But in the full Moon, end of July
he took off without saying why.
I imagine it's his mental weather-
he thought I was a kind of tether,
didn't fancy being tied to my hide.

Oh! He was so graceful-
a young man flying free.
And I didn't mind being grateful
for the liberties he took with me-
I was happy teaching him all I knew.
Making him dance almost naked
in his socks of a turquoise blue.

Oh! He was so graceful-
a young man flying free.
And I didn't mind being grateful
for the liberties he took with me-
I was happy teaching him all I knew.
Making him dance almost naked
in his socks of a turquoise blue.

Blue Socks

BLUE SOCKS

I'm trying to understand
this woman and man thing-
trying to interpret
the language of our bodies.
But even when we're
deep into the throws
of speaking in tongues,
engaging in delirium,
who knows what we know.
Oh! Who knows what we know.
We are so new to learning
the language burning our hearts-
all the slang of our body parts,
we end up singing like
sea creatures or fallen angels.

And when we shower together
the water discovers our secrets
and secretly washes them away.
I love it when you gently play
with my hair. There's never regrets.
And we prepare meals together.
We drink wine. We think. We read.
This maybe the start of something-
a relationship fated to succeed.

We're writing our teenage play
in a sweet, touchy feely way.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.

I'm trying to understand
this woman and man thing-
trying to interpret
the language of our bodies.
But even when we're
deep into the throws
of speaking in tongues,
engaging in delirium,
who knows what we know.
Oh! Who knows what we know.
We are so new to learning
the language burning our hearts-
all the slang of our body parts,
we end up singing like
sea creatures or fallen angels.

And when we shower together
the water discovers our secrets
and secretly washes them away.
I love it when you gently play
with my hair. There's never regrets.
And we prepare meals together.
We drink wine. We think. We read.
This maybe the start of something-
a relationship fated to succeed.

We're writing our teenage play
in a sweet, touchy feely way.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.

TOUCHY FEELY

I never hear from you.
But I do think of you-
most days, as friends tend to do.
.....Maybe
we are at that point where
there's no longer a point
in being friends at all.
.....Maybe
the truths were way too much.
.....Maybe
they caused you to build walls.
I don't know the cause.
You never said at all.

Maybe
we should have been lovers.
But I didn't understand
what was expected of my hands.
I never ever figured out
my nagging doubts, my fears.
Maybe
we should never have touched.
Maybe
I should not have expected much.
Maybe.

Now I never hear from you.
But I do think of you-
most days, as friends tend to do.
.....Maybe
we are at that point where
there's no longer a point
in being friends at all.
.....Maybe
the truths were way too much.
.....Maybe
they caused you to build walls.
I don't know the cause.
You never said at all.

Maybe
we should have been lovers.
But I didn't understand
what was expected of my hands.
I never ever figured out
my nagging doubts, my fears.
Maybe
we should never have touched.
Maybe
I should not have expected much.
Maybe.

Maybe

MAYBE

I want to be
sincerely yours,
no fake feelings,
no fake applause.
I've been hurt before
Oh! Haven't we all?
Ten times
ten thousand times!

I've kept myself
off the dating scene.
Got myself clean
off of the alcohol.
But lately I've been
keen to go dancing,
chancing the odds
of finding mangod
who'll worship me.
Properly this time.
Not just my body
but also my mind.
He'll need to be clean,
he'll need to be kind.
Then I might find love
for the fifth time.

Four men before.
No more. No more.
My will to explore them
just up and went-
all of my love was spent.
And I said-
.....no more
..........no more
...............no more.
But here I am again
all done up and glam,
standing on the threshold
of new adventures,
daring myself to find love.

I want to be
sincerely yours,
no fake feelings,
no fake applause.
I've been hurt before
Oh! Haven't we all?
Ten times
ten thousand times!

I've kept myself
off the dating scene.
Got myself clean
off of the alcohol.
But lately I've been
keen to go dancing,
chancing the odds
of finding a mangod
who'll worship me.
Properly this time.
Not just my body
but also my mind.
He'll need to be clean,
he'll need to be kind.
Then I might find love
for the fifth time.

Four men before.
No more. No more.
My will to explore them
just up and went-
all of my love was spent.
And I said-
.....no more
..........no more
...............no more.
But here I am again
all done up and glam,
standing on the threshold
of new adventures,
daring myself to find love.

Here I Am Again

HERE I AM AGAIN

There is something I am eager to mention-
something that requires our
immediate attention.
We've been quite conventional-
five days ago all that changed.
I feel I've been hit by fate
or something equally strange.
I really hate the unexplained.

You've stopped taking my calls-
all my emails fall on deaf ears.
What's with all the tears on
social media?
Please give me some idea of
where you are.
Oh! Why have you disappeared?
It's pretty weird for anyone
to vanish off the face of the Earth.
Everything of worth to you is here,
and I'm hoping that includes me.
I'm hoping I'm worth you staying alive for.
I might be hopelessly hoping stupidly wishing for the best.

[There is nothing better
than re-reading your letters.
There is nothing better
than hugging your sweaters.]

Oh! Why have you disappeared?
It's pretty weird for anyone
to vanish off the face of the Earth.
Everything of worth to you is here,
and I'm hoping that includes me.
I'm hoping I'm worth you staying alive for.
I might be hopelessly hoping, stupidly wishing for the best.

[There is nothing better
than re-reading your letters.
There is nothing better
than hugging your sweaters.]

There is something I am eager to mention-
something that requires our
immediate attention.
We've been quite conventional-
five days ago all that changed.
I feel I've been hit by fate
or something equally strange.
I really hate the unexplained.

Oh! Why have you disappeared?
It's pretty weird for anyone
to vanish off the face of the Earth.
Everything of worth to you is here,
and I'm hoping that includes me.
I'm hoping I'm worth you staying alive for.
I might be hopelessly hoping,
stupidly wishing for the best.

[There is nothing better
than re-reading your letters.
There is nothing better
than hugging your sweaters.]

Vanished

VANISHED

Listen my love-
I think you need to hear me
fearless in the small hours
sharing my truth with you,
offering up the proof
that love for you is flowering
in the secret garden of my heart.
My love for you is flowering
in the secret garden of my heart.

Just been watering there
with tearful tributes to you,
speaking to the shoots of you
as you push through the debris
of my fruitless attempts at love.
Strong stems, buds and blooms.
And the new scent is so heavenly
in the secret garden of my heart.

My love for you is flowering.
My love for you is flowering-
you are showering my life
with your petals of bliss.
This is bliss.
..... Heavenly bliss.
..........This is bliss.

I didn't want to believe it at first-
with every green leaf bursting
.....through,
I've been made to see the real you.
Maybe you will grow a flowering
.....cherry
in the secret gardens of my heart.
Oh! You are growing a flowering
.....cherry
in the secret gardens of my heart.

Oh! I can't sleep. Ideas of you
keep entering my body.
All my doubts
have been brushed out
by a blizzard of your blossoms.
I want you here.
I want you nearer than here.
I want to taste your fruit.
I want to bathe in your life juice.
I am craving intimacy.

Listen my love-
I think you need to hear me
fearless in the small hours
sharing my truth
offering up the proof
that my love for you is flowering
in the secret garden of my heart.

Just been watering there
with tearful tributes to you,
speaking to the shoots of you
as you push through the debris
of my fruitless attempts at love.
Strong stems, buds and blooms.
And the new scent is so heavenly
in the secret garden of my heart.

My love for you is flowering.
My love for you is flowering-
you are showering my life
with your petals of bliss.
This is bliss.
..... Heavenly bliss.
..........This is bliss.

I didn't want to believe it at first-
with every green leaf bursting
.....through,
I've been made to see the real you.
Maybe you will grow a flowering
.....cherry
in the secret gardens of my heart.

Oh! I can't sleep.
Ideas of you
keep entering my body.
All my doubts
have been brushed out
by a blizzard of your blossoms.

I want you here.
I want you nearer than here.
I want to taste your fruit.
I want to bathe in your life juice.
I am craving intimacy.

Bliss

BLISS

I confess-
I'm not the easiest
to get close to.
I confess
I'm not the easiest-
I like keeping my distance.
I confess
I'm not the easiest.
I like my privacy.

And it was nothing serious.
We were just being curious.
Exchanging pleasantries.
Commenting on the weather.
Examining the possibilities-
whether or not we'd
seriously get it together.
You bought me a coffee.
It was a chance and the
.....chance I took
showed its all looking good
.....from here.
I hope you like the sea
and the lack of a TV.

I like your eyes.
.....I like your smile.
I can't remember when
I last liked the like of them.
You're not
.....scaring me away.
Hope you're
......inviting me to stay.

Out of the blue
what are the chances
of encountering you-
you asking me to dance,
you begging me to kiss you?
One million to one.
One million to one says-
you are the one.

I confess-
I'm not the easiest
to get close to.
I confess
I'm not the easiest-
I like keeping my distance.
I confess
I'm not the easiest.
I like my privacy.

And it was nothing serious.
We were just being curious.
Exchanging pleasantries.
Commenting on the weather
Examining the possibilities
of whether or not we'd
seriously get it together.
You bought me a coffee.
It was a chance and the
.....chance I took
showed its all looking good
.....from here.
I hope you like the sea
and the lack of a TV.

I like your eyes.
.....I like your smile.
I can't remember when
I last liked the like of them.
You're not
.....scaring me away.
Hope you're
......inviting me to stay.

Out of the blue
what are the chances
of encountering you-
you asking me to dance,
you begging me to kiss you?
One million to one.
One million to one says-
you are the one.

Out of the blue
what are the chances
of encountering you-
you asking me to dance,
you begging me to kiss you?
One million to one.
One million to one says-
you are the one.

One Million To One

ONE MILLION TO ONE

I was one square away
from involving the authorities
but seeing you leave
with no further delay
was all the release that I needed.
I should have heeded
the advice of my true friends-
they saw straight through you
and predicted a sorry ending.
But feelings can make you blind
to the faults of the most unkind.
And feelings bind you to mistakes
even when your heart is aching
right there at the start of
.....hopelessly breaking.
Raw emotions play their part
in creating social disasters.
For some situations there's no cure
but a basket full of sticking plasters.

Even though some doubt lingers,
everything points to you.
You are the source of my pain.
.....It's always been you.
..........You, again and again.
I've been singularly disappointed-
used up all of my accusing fingers
pointing the blame at you.

I was one square away
from involving the authorities
but seeing you leave
with no further delay
was the release that I needed.
I should have heeded
the advice of my true friends-
they saw straight through you
and predicted a sorry ending.
But feelings can make you blind
to the faults of the most unkind.
And feelings bind you to mistakes
even when your heart is aching
right at the start of hopelessly
.....breaking.
Raw emotions play their part
in creating social disasters.
For some situations there's no cure
but a basket full of sticking plasters.

Even though some doubt lingers,
everything points to you.
You are the one source of my pain.
.....It's always been you.
..........You, again and again.
I've been singularly disappointed-
used up all of my accusing fingers
pointing the blame at you.

[Strange but the fear of change
kept messing with my mind,
steering me away from change.
The bells in hell were ringing
and I was totally deaf to their
.....singing.
Strange but the fear of change
kept messing with my mind
steering me away from
.....change.]

Even though some doubt lingers,
everything points to you.
You are the one source of my pain.
.....It's always been you.
..........You, again and again.
I've been singularly disappointed-
used up all of my accusing fingers
pointing the blame at you.

Even though some doubt lingers,
everything points to you.
You are the one source of my pain.
.....It's always been you.
..........You, again and again.
I've been singularly disappointed-
used up all of my accusing fingers
pointing the blame at you.

Change

CHANGE

Forgive me, but give me
three more minutes
of your precious time.
You don't get to decide
what quality of life is mine.
You never owned me.
I only loaned you my body.
No woman in her right mind
gives any of her rights away.

Yes. There have been
a procession of men
.....in my life.
Fact is I like them,
I really, really like them.
I've been collecting types.
Figuring out the types I like.
And this is true-
.....I've decided.
.....I don't much like you.
So the best that you can do
is to get back on your bike
and take a swift hike.
You're on a ride into my past.
Your replacement
is just a matter of time.
I find that to be mighty fine.

Meanwhile I'll be playing
with my gang of girls-
a weekend in Amsterdam,
friends going Dutch again.
Please, if you don't mind,
disappear from my sightline.
Go now.
.....Go now.
..........Go now.

[I like all types of guys
but get attracted by eyes-
windows to the soul.
I like a man into philosophy-
a man who'll not get lost
in the landscape of my body.
I love the woody smell of
.....well read men.
And I love to tell them
my best top ten about them.
Then the very best of them
tempts me to fall in love-
oh no,
.....all over again.]

Forgive me, but give me
three more minutes
of your precious time.
You don't get to decide
what quality of life is mine.
You never owned me.
I only loaned you my body.
No woman in her right mind
gives any of her rights away.

Yes. There have been
a procession of men
.....in my life.
Fact is I like them,
I really, really like them.
I've been collecting types.
Figuring out the types I like.
And this is true-
.....I've decided.
.....I don't much like you.
So the best that you can do
is to get back on your bike
and take a swift hike.
You're on a ride into my past.
Your replacement
is just a matter of time.
I find that to be mighty fine.

Meanwhile I'll be playing
with my gang of girls-
a weekend in Amsterdam,
friends going Dutch again.
Please, if you don't mind,
disappear from my sightline.
Go now.
.....Go now.
..........Go now.

Forgive me, but give me
three more minutes
of your precious time.
You don't get to decide
what quality of life is mine.
You never owned me.
I only loaned you my body.
No woman in her right mind
gives any of her rights away.

Go Now

GO NOW

Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.

Give me peace-
not just a piece of peace.
Give me complete peace.
No more bits of peace
in itzy bitzy pieces.
Oh! Before I take
.....another lover
..........I must make my peace
with my inner child.
.....She is battered.
.....She is bruised.
.....It matters she feels used.
Give me peace-
not just a piece of peace.
Give me complete peace.
No more bits of peace
in itzy bitzy pieces.
Oh! Before I take
.....another lover
..........I must make my peace
with my inner child.
.....She is battered.
.....She is bruised.
.....It matters she feels used.

Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.

Give me peace-
not just a piece of peace.
Give me complete peace.
No more bits of peace
in itzy bitzy pieces.
Oh! Before I take
.....another lover
..........I must make my peace
with my inner child.
.....She is battered.
.....She is bruised.
.....It matters she feels used.
Give me peace-
not just a piece of peace.
Give me complete peace.
No more bits of peace
in itzy bitzy pieces.
Oh! Before I take
.....another lover
..........I must make my peace
with my inner child.
.....She is battered.
.....She is bruised.
.....It matters she feels used.

Never again.
.....Never again.        
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.
I won't be persuaded.
I won't be swayed.
No!
Never ever ever.
Never ever ever again.

Never Again

NEVER AGAIN

He's taken himself away
for a solitary few days-
just above the snow line
where the tall pines fade.
He calls it rest for the mind
and food for the heart.
He's been aching to retreat
to escape the searing heat-
.....for sometime.
It's time to make another start.
It's time to write chapter one
in the next book to come alive.

In the space of five miles
you can see down our valley.
See a creek of creaking water.
Ten cows and ten daughters
content in a barn munching hay.
Two cats and four dogs
a small mountain of chopped logs.
A tractor and a Chevrolet.
Tidying his study I'm dusting
his infamous old buddy-
.....a manual typewriter
..........from way back in the day.
I'd just left college. Gone to a dance.
There he was, we met by chance.
Two kids. Eight books. Twenty years.
Loads of laughter. Almost no tears.
He'll be back with a sack of ideas.
Hungry as hell and thirsty for beers.
I'll put the kids to bed. Then cheers!

[Cheers to you my lover.
Cheers to you my friend.
Here's to your endeavour.
Here's to the bitter end.
The bitter end is sweet.
Oh! The bitter end is sweet.
I thank God that I've got you
to make our bitter ends sweet.]

He's taken himself away
for a solitary few days-
just above the snow line
where the tall pines fade.
He calls it rest for the mind
and food for the heart.
He's been aching to retreat
to escape the searing heat-
.....for sometime.
It's time to make another start.
It's time to write chapter one
in the next book to come alive.

In the space of five miles
you can see down our valley.
See a creek of creaking water.
Ten cows and ten daughters
content in a barn munching hay.
Two cats and four dogs
a small mountain of chopped logs.
A tractor and a Chevrolet.
Tidying his study I'm dusting
his infamous old buddy-
.....a manual typewriter
..........from way back in the day.
I'd just left college. Gone to a dance.
There he was, we met by chance.
Two kids. Eight books. Twenty years.
Loads of laughter. Almost no tears.
He'll be back with a sack of ideas.
Hungry as hell and thirsty for beers.
I'll put the kids to bed. Then cheers!

[Cheers to you my lover.
Cheers to you my friend.
Here's to your endeavour.
Here's to the bitter end.
The bitter end is sweet.
Oh! The bitter end is sweet.
I thank God that I've got you
to make our bitter ends sweet.]'

Sweet

SWEET

Sarah's still missing-
her arm chair is empty.
I look over there
and see just an outline
with no definition.
Maybe it's my mind
being unkind to me.
Maybe it's my heart
secretly falling apart.
Maybe it's my brain
seeing heartbreak again.
She's disappeared before.
Is it history repeating itself?
It's another mystery.

Sarah slept here with me
then took a taxi home
her face is in my head
looking back, all alone,
waving, blowing kisses
through the rear window.

They tell me she arrived.
They say- within the hour
she left for Heathrow.
She caught a night flight to Rome.
No call. No text. No email.
I'd say that's a massive fail.
Oh!
I'd say that's a massive fail.

Sometimes
you think you know-
but all you really know is nothing.
.....When you do find out,
.....there is no doubt
your life feels less than nothing.
Your life feels less than nothing.

Sarah's still missing-
her arm chair is empty.
I look over there
and see just an outline
but no definition.
Maybe it's my mind
being unkind to me.
Maybe it's my heart
secretly falling apart.
Maybe it's my brain
seeing heartbreak again.
She's disappeared before.
Is it history repeating itself?
It's another mystery.

Sarah slept here with me
then took a taxi home
her face is in my head
looking back, all alone,
waving, blowing kisses
through the rear window.

They tell me she arrived.
They say- within the hour
she left for Heathrow.
She caught a night flight to Rome.
No call. No text. No email.
I'd say that's a massive fail.
Oh!
I'd say that's a massive fail.

Sometimes
you might think you know-
but all you know is nothing.
.....When you do find out,
.....there is no doubt
your life feels less than nothing.

Sometimes
you might think you know-
but all you know is nothing.
.....When you do find out,
.....there is no doubt
your life feels less than nothing.

Nothing

NOTHING

My head's all sore
but I still come back for more
I'm a glutton for punishment.
I put on a glowing show-
go from a breathless stop to a go.
I just can't get enough
.....of your body scent.
I breathe all of you in-
.....your everything,
rub you all over my skin.
Oh! I just can't get enough
.....of your body scent.

Bits of you smell like flowers,
I could sniff on you for hours-
it gives me the shivers,
gives me rainbow showers.
It gives me reasons to stay.
I got my reasons to
.....never ever go away.
I got my reasons to
.....never ever go away.

I can taste your scented blood.
Like an angel close to God-
you satisfy my thirsts
.....for feeling so heavenly.
When I'm hitting on your skin
it brings an end to my thirsting.
You feel so heavenly to me.
You're sensational.
.....You make my aching senses full.
..........You're sensational.

[Sensational.
.....Sensational.
..........Sensational.]

My head's all sore
but I still come back for more
I'm a glutton for punishment.
I put on a glowing show-
go from a stop to a go.
I just can't get enough
.....of your body scent.
I breathe all of you in-
.....your everything
rub you all over my skin.
Oh! I just can't get enough
.....of your body scent.

Bits of you smell like flowers,
I could sniff on you for hours-
it gives me the shivers,
gives me rainbow showers.
It gives me reasons to stay.
I got my reasons to
.....never ever go away.
I got my reasons to
.....never ever go away.

I can taste your scented blood.
Like an angel close to God-
you satisfy my thirsts
.....for feeling so heavenly.
When I'm hitting on your skin
it brings an end to my thirsting.
You feel so heavenly to me.
You're sensational.
.....You make my aching senses full.
..........You're sensational.

[Sensational.
.....Sensational.
..........Sensational.]

Sensational

SENSATIONAL


Lyricist for 'The Velicans' here on SoundCloud.
Published writer: poetry, plays and fiction.

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