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V and C

Mercy

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

07/09/2024

WE ARE INSPIRED

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

And after the fall the snow will fall
and costly frosts will come to call.
We'll light log fires to fight the cold, to jog our memories.
We'll raise a full glass to our Christmases passed
and the loves we lost to the trees.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

Bring on the Spring's new things,
snowdrops popping up
to warm the cold feet of the hedgerows,
bluebells in the wildwood where the wild garlic grows,
doves in the meadows
where the young couples go.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

09/09/2024

DANCING DOUBLE TIME

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.
I never think to buy
any boot sale junk.
Some of us need
the space to breathe.
Breathless with rage
I've reached that stage-    
spending my days
dying in isolation.
I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

16/09/2024

CROWDS

I have tried.
But so far
I've not expired.
I've parked all my dark thoughts
on a to-do list.

And for the life of me,
I can't fly.
I'm much too heavy
for the updrafts,
too heavy to laugh.
I watch birds do it
absurdly easy.
Moths, butterflies, bees.
Oh, I can't fly—
I'm much too heavy
in my head.

I have stood on top
of very tall buildings,
just taking in the view,
chewing over what to do.
Do I drop?
Or bring a stop
to this obsession with flight?
Do I put aside my wings?
Do I learn to fly tonight?
Will choirs of angels sing?

The choirs of angels sing:
"No one is listening."

FLIGHT

Shout. Shout. Shout.

I've listened to you shout-
crying out, drying out.
I've listened to you shout
being so far down and out,
you being so depressed.

Shout. Shout. Shout.
Drive the demons out.

You express your many fears
through all of your sorry tears-      
so vividly, so vividly,
so vividly it hid you from view.
And it makes no sense,
makes no sense to me at all.
You were once so beautiful.
You were so successful.
It must have been the drugs.
It must have been the drugs.
The drugs or the alcohol.
Oh! Yes! No. No. No.
It must have been the alcohol.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here.

Thank the big man on high.
Thank you Lord of the sky.

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-     
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here?

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
We can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you

Drying Out

DRYING OUT

A conceptual sun-soaked collection of songs that blends harmonies with a breezy, 'Parrothead' vibe. A small selection of two remastered tracks and two new releases, featuring laid-back acoustic grooves and spirited island rhythms, this EP captures the spirit of a beachside bonfire and the simple joy of a life lived by the ocean. It's the perfect soundtrack for anyone ready to trade their boots for flip-flops and find their own little slice of paradise.

Perfect Place for Me

Right Where I Need To Be - Gary Allen Cover

We are a couple of musicians from the United Kingdom: Chris Madoch - mainly lyrics & Veli Finn - mainly music.


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

DRYING OUT

The Velicans

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