Mendobeatle - Poemas Paul McCartney

Blackbird Singing

Poems and Lyrics 1965-1999

Paul McCartney's Poetry book ''Blackbird Singing '' consists of 9 sections mentioned below.To read poems from each section click on the titles !

Author's Foreword: When I was a teenager, for some reason I had an overwhelming desire to have a poem published in the school magazine. I wrote something deep and meaningful—which was prompty rejected—and I suppose I have been trying to get my own back ever since.

Years later, after having written many song lyrics with—and without—John Lennon, I wrote a poem on hearing of the death of my dear friend Ivan Vaughan. It seemed to me that a poem, rather than a song, could perhaps best express what I was feeling. This poem "Ivan" led on to others, many of which are included here.

I was persuaded by Adrian Mitchell that the book should also include song lyrics, which it does, so much so that I now agree with his opinion that both forms of writing have equal capacity to convey great depth of feeling. I hope you, the reader, feel the same
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Paul McCartney

I PLAYING AT HOME

II YESTERDAY

III FRIENDS AND ENEMIES

IV THE BUSINESS

V THE WORLD TONIGHT

VI ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE

VII STANDING STONE

VIII HOME TO LOVE

IX NOVA

I- PLAYING AT HOME

In Liverpool
Mist the Mind
Figure of Eight
Toy Store
Heart of the Country
Mull of Kintyre
When I'm Sixty-Four
Here Today (Song for John)
Golden Earth Girl
Maybe I'm Amazed
 

IN LIVERPOOL

I spent my early life in Liverpool
Something I'm not likely to forget
People blend with places
Faces that I know but never met 

Upstairs on a bus behind a man
Talking to himself or so it seemed
Repeating names of old comedians
And laughing at them... 

Down the pierhead where the preachers met

Each of them his own imagined crowd
Giving us his version of the book
That God had written.... 

In a house before they build the road
Raising jam jars for a worthy cause
Prince the dog with one eye to his name
Wants fo follow... 

By the sports field of the Institute
Lives Soft Sid the harmless village fool
Greeting kids who pass the other side
Saying Hello Children... 

Listening to the bin man holding court
Promising to buy a brand new bike
King of little children for day
He gives them money...


Walking with the boys of Dungeon Lane
Aimlessly towards a muddy shore
Telling tales about the Chinese farm
And getting captured... 

I spent my early life in Liverpool
Something I'm not likely to forget
People blend with places
And the faces that I know but never met
In Liverpool.

 

Mist the mind

 

Mist the mind over
With damp's foggy dew
Slide like a tidal wave
Over the rock and
Drowning in merriment
Tell me I am not alone 

Hum through the carpet
Nudging the undergrowth
Call out the bad names
Tor curse every midgy mite
Spin me a reverie
To crack me up 

And helpless with laughter
Drop down the mount
A highland waterfall
Searching for love

 

 

Figure Of Eight

 

(Well) You've got Me dancing in a figure of eight,
Don't know if I'm coming or going, I'm early or late.
Round and round the ring I go,
I want to know, I want to know,
Why can't we travel a continuous line?
Make Love reliable convenant all the time.
Up and down the hills I go, I got to know, I got to know.

Is it better to love another
Than to go go for a walk in the dark?
Is it better to love than to give in to hate?
Yeah we'd better take good care of each other
Avoid slipping back off the straight and narrow,
It's better by far than getting stuck in a figure of eight.

(Well) Figure It Out For Yourself Little Girl,
It Don't Go Nowhere At All,
It's Nothing More Than A Tape Loop In A Big Dance Hall.

You've Got Me Running ...

You've Got Me Running ...

 

Toy Store

I left for the toy store
I bought myself a whole situation
Asking the future for you
Wishing the breeze would be mine
Chasing the running stream

Hoping you'd be tall in the grass.

 

Heart Of The Country

I look high, I look low,
I'm lookin' everywhere I go,
Lookin' for a home
In the heart of the country.

I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go,
I'm gonna tell everyone I know
Lookin ' for a home
In the heart of the country.

Heart of the country
Where the Holy People grow,
Heart of the country,
Smell the grass in the meadow.

Want horse, I want sheep,
I want to get me a good night's sleep,
Livin ' in a home
In the heart of the country.

I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go,
I'm gonna tell everyone I know
Livin' in a home
In the heart of the country.

Heart of the country
Where the Holy People grow,
Heart of the country,
Smell the grass in the meadow.

 

MULL OF KINTYRE


Mull of Kintyre oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire, is always to be here, Oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled, and much have I seen
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green
Vast painted deserts, the sun sets on fire
As we carries home to, the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre oh mist rolling in from, the sea
My desire, is always to be here, Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather, like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Are the life and the times of, the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre oh mist rolling in from, the sea
My desire, is always to be here, Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my memories, remain
Flickering ambers grow higher and high
As they carry me back to, the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre oh mist rolling in from, the sea
My desire, is always to be here, Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre oh mist rolling in from, the sea
My desire, is always to be here, Oh Mull of Kintyre

 

When I'm Sixty Four

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now .
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greeting bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four .

You'll be older too,
and if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be handy,mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride,
Doing the garden ,digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four .

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight,if it's not too dear,
We shall scrump and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard,drop me a line,
Stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer ,fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four .

 

Here Today (Song for John)


And if I say I really knew you well
What would your answer be.
If You were here today.

Well knowing you,
You'd probably laugh and say that we were worlds apart.
If you were here today.

But as for me,
I still remember how it was before.
And I am holding back the tears no more.

What about the time we met,
Well I suppose that you could say that we were playing hard to get.
Didn't understand a thing.
But we could always sing.

What about the night we cried,
Because there wasn't any reason left to keep it all inside.
Never understood a word.
But you were always there with a smile.

And if I say I really loved you
And was glad you came along.

If You were here today.
For you were in my song.
Here Today.

 

Golden Earth Girl

Golden earth girl, female animal
Sings to the wind, resting at sunset
In a mossy nest
Sensing moonlight in the air
(Moonlight in the air)

Good clear water friend of wilderness
Sees in the pool her own reflection.
In another woeld
Someone over there is counting.

Fish in a sunbeam,
In eggshell seas.
Fish in a sunbeam.
Eggshell finish.

Natures lover climbs the primrose hill,
Smiles at the sky watching the sunset
From a mossy nest.
As she falls asleep she's counting ...

Fish in a sunbeam,
In eggshell seas.
Fish in a sunbeam.
Eggshell finish.

 

Maybe I'm Amazed

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

Maybe I'm a man And maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he dosen't really understand

Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
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II YESTERDAY

Yellow submarine

In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life, in the land of submarines.
So we sailed on to the sun, till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves in our Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, we all live in a Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.
And our friends are all abord
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play.

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, we all live in a Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.
As we live a life of ease,
Ev'ry one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our Yellow Submarine.

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, we all live in a Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, we all live in a Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.

Dinner Tickets

My mother always looked
For dinner tickets
In the breast pocket
Of my grey school shirt.
Dried mud
Falls from my work boots.
Zigzag sculptures
Leave a trail as I head
For the woods.
She found a folded drawing
Of a naked woman.
My father asked me about it.
Chainsaw makes easy work
Of young birch blocking my path.
For days I denied all knowledge
Of the shocking work of art.
Resting on a fallen log,
I wipe the sweat from my brow.
Admitting I had made the drawing,
I wept.

 

Once Upon A Long Ago

Picking up scales and broken chords
Puppy dog tails in the house of Lords
Tell me Darling, what can it mean?

Making up moons in a minor key
What have those tunes got to do with me?
Tell me Darling, where have you been?

Once upon a long ago
Children searched for treasure
Nature's plan went hand in hand with pleasure.
Such pleasure.

Blowing balloons on a windy day
Desolate dunes with a lot to say
Tell me darling, what have you seen?

Once upon a long ago
Children searched for treasure
Nature's plan went hand in hand with pleasure.
My pleasure.

Playing guitars on an empty stage
Counting the bars of an iron cage
Tell me Darling, what can it mean?

Picking up scales and broken chords
Puppy dog tails in the house of Lords
Tell me Darling, What can it mean?

Once upon a long ago...

 

She Came in through the Bathroom Window

 Oh Look out
She came in through the bathroom window
protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
by the banks of her own lagoon

Didn't anybody tell her
Didn't anybody see
Sundays on the phone to Monday
Tuesdays on the phone to me

She said she'd always been a dancer
she worked fifteen clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
well I knew but I could not say

And so I quit the police department
and got my self a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
she could steal but she could not rob

Didn't anybody tell her
Didn't anybody see
Sundays on the phone to Monday
Tuesdays on the phone to me
Oh Yeah

 

Junk

Motor cars, handle bars
Bicycles for two
Broken hearted jubilee

Parachutes, army boots
Sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree

Buy Buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why Why
Says the in Junk the yard

Candlesticks, building bricks
Some old and new
Memories for You and Me

Buy Buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why Why
Says the in Junk in the Yard

 

Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of ev'ry head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop and say "Hello"
On the corner is a banker with a motor car
the little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mack in the pouring rain

Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
in Penny Lane there is fireman with an hourglass
and in his pocket in a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean it's a clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A full of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
the pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play she is anyway

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
we see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain

Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane.

 

Ivan

Two doors open
On the eighteenth of June
Two Babies born
On the same day
In Liverpool
One was Ivan
The other - me
We met in adolescence
And did the deeds
They dared us do
Jive with Ive
The ace on the bass
He introduced to me
At Woolton fete
A pal or two
And so we did
A classic scholar he
A rocking roller me
As firm as friends could be|
Cranlock naval
Cranlock pie
A tear is rolling
Down my eye
On the sixteenth of August
Nineteen ninety-three
One door closed

Bye-bye Ivy

 

The long and winding road

The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear,I've seen that road before
It always leads me here,
Lead me to your door

The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day,
Why leave me standing here,
Let me know the way.

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried

But still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here a long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here,
Lead me to your door

Still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here a long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here,
Lead me to your door
 

The Fool on the Hill

Day after day alone on a hill,
the man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
they can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

Well on the way, head in a cloud,
the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

He never listens to them
He know that they're the fools
They don't like him

The fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

 

This Is The Way

This is the way we put out the candle.
Farewell to childhood.
Deep in the wild wood a fire goes out,
And what are we left with
Now we are grown up?

This is the way we pull up the anchor.
Goodbye to romance.
Out on the ocean a good ship is lost,
And what are we left with
Now we are grown up?

 

Carry That Weight

Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitations and in the
middle of the celebrations I break down
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time...

 

Hey Jude

Hey Jude don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool by making his world a little colder

Hey Jude don't let me down
You have found her now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in
Hey Jude begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you
Hey Jude you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey jude don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it better,
better, better, better, better, better,
Hey Jude...

 

Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday

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III FRIENDS AND ENEMIES

 

Let 'Em In

Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in

Sister Suzie, brother John,
Martin Luther, Phil And Don,
Brother Michael, Auntie Gin,
Open the door and let 'em in.

Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell

Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in.

 
 
The Poet of Dumbwoman's Lane
(For Spike Milligan)

The voice of the poet
Of Dumbwoman's Lane
Can be heard across
Valleys of sugar-burned cane,
And nostrils that sleep
Through the wildest of nights
Will be twitching to gain
Aromatic insights.


The wife of the farmer
Of Poppinghole Lane
Can be seen from the cab
Of the Robertsbridge train
And passenger's comments
Frequently turn
To the wages the wife
Of a farmer can earn.
The poet of Dumbwoman's Lane
Sallies forth,
He is hoping for no one to see.

 

Day With George
(for George Martin)

You have had your white hair cut.
Your son resembles you closely.

Memories slip across
The even landscape.

Gauntlets of close-packed
Road cones,
Heading for the cool zone.

Hearing less, you still make
Plans to set the fiddle flying.
Voice colliding, notions stride
And stream bareback
Towards their home.

Let us eat our meal
Near sunlight
With white polystyrene
Apple juice,
Brown slices,
And small packets of
Butter wrapped in gold.

 

Fly By Night

You were the one

--they could never reach
--they could never teach

--that always had something
--they could never touch

--who wanted so much
--who wanted too much

that nearly had nothing

You were the one.

 Jerk of all Jerks

I'm a motorist that quite
Likes a drink when he drives
Who cuases the loss
Of innocent lives

I'm the guy whith the pistol
Who kills your best friend
You really can't blame me
'Cos I'm round the bend

Hello- how are you?
I'm the jerk of all jerks
I'm here to undo
All your charitable works

I do it quite simply by
Makling mistakes
And one little boo-boo
Is all that it takes
And you're at the mercy of
Jerk of all jerks.

I'm the man that disposes
Of nuclear waste
There's no need to worry
It's perfectly safe

In fact there is now
Every reason to hope
That if anything happens
I'll easily cope.
Hello -- how are you?
I'm the jerk of all jerks...

I'm the leader who says
As he wages his war
That the children are not
Ones that he's aiming for

Hello.
How are you?
I'm the jerk of all jerks.

The Note You Never Wrote

Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea,
After days, when it had found the perfect spot
It opened up
And I read the note
That note you never wrote to me.

After all, I'm sure you know,
The Mayor of Baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear.
Now at last he's here
But he never is gonna get my vote,
'Cos he never is gonna get a quote
From the little note that you never wrote to me.

Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore
Holding papers of government galore.
I was taken in,
But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh I read the note that you never wrote to me.
Me. Me.

 

Picasso's Last Words (Drink to me)

The grand old painter died last night
His paintings on the wall
Before he went he bade us well
And said goodnight to us all.

Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more

3 o'clock in the morning
I'm getting ready for bed
It came without a warning
But I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be waiting for you there

So drink to me drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more
Drink to me drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more

 

49th Fearless Sleep

In empty public waiting room
Remove brown cowboy boots
To walk on glass fragments of
Dolphin ornament that don't cut feet.

White shirt girl writes song
Poet recognizes me and asks about
Donated building.
My son discusses glass piece.

Two red-fleshed newborn babies are adored.
One repeats what I say, ending
With 'Love your mum.'
Poet says, 'Call before you leave town.'
What's the number? Doesn't have one.
Never gets calls, but everybody phones.
Search for boots to go,
See miniature kid's pair
Before finding own.

Fond farewells to all.

 

Masseuse Masseur

Ah so, Japanese masseuse
Lie me on a towel
And work me til I'm loose
Hold my hand
And sing me "Yesterday"

Lie, Argentinian masseuse
Beside me on the floor
And work me til I'm loose
Making moaning noises
We'll play girls and boys
Is anyone at home?

Oh you New Orleans masseur
Lie me on a table
And work me til I'm loose
Imagine my leg as hollow bronze
My neck like a giraffe
And I will burn a hole
In your eyes
Til someone comes
To blow the candle out.

 

 Hot As That

As I emerge from a sandy short cut
The lady jogger asks:
How hot is it
In there?

Do you still have that house?
Her male companion asks,
How long do you spend here?

We rent. Three weeks in summer.

A fly flew off a dust dead mouse,
In there.

Do you see a cool man standing before you?
He sweats.
That's how hot it is
In there.

 

Little Willow

Bend, little willow
Wind's gonna blow you
Hard and cold tonight

Life, as it happens
Nobody warns you
Willow, hold on tight.

Nothing's gonna shake your love
Take your love away
No one's out to break your heart
It only seems that way...hey

Sleep little willow
Peace gonna follow
Time's gonna heal your wounds
Grow to the heavens
Now and forever
Always came too soon.

Little willow

Nothing's gonna shake your love
Take your love away
No one's out to break your heart
It only seems that way...hey

Bend, little willow
Wind's gonna blow you
Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens
Nobody warns you
Willow, hold on tight.

Ahhh, little willow
Little willow

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IV THE BUSINESS

Band On The Run

Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again like you,
Mama you, Mama you.

If I ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here.

Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun,
And the first one said to the second one
There I hope you're having fun.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor Sam were searching every one

For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come,
And a Bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor Sam, were searching every one

For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

Well, the night was falling
As the desert world began to settle down.
In the town they're searching for us everywhere,
But we never will be found.
Band on the run, Band on the run

And the county Judge, who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

 

Spirit of Rock 'n' Roll

Hey alligator
When the school bell rings
Gonna see you later
Around the corner
Walking your crocodile

Miss Informatiion
When the train pulls in
To the railway station
I'll be waiting for you
Wearing such a silly grin

 

Back in USSR 

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mind.

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm.

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.

 

Backwards Traveller

Hey, did you know that I'm
Always going back in time
Rhyming slang, auld lang syne my dears
Through the years

I am the backwards traveller
Ancient wool unraveller
Sailing songs, wailing on the moon

And we were sailing songs, wailing on the moon
Wailing on the moon.

 

Velvet Wave

The velvet inside
A guitar case
Set the strings
Giddy humming to
The silver vibrations of a note

A quick flowing
Stream by the roadside
Buzzed towards the seaside
Tatoos and Torture Tents
Along the shingle shore.

Thin echoes of headphones
Ride the murky old bass
Screaming feedback
At the fat lady bather

A wave flaps in on itself.

Why Don't We Do It in the Road?

Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

 

Helen Wheels

Said farewell to my last hotel, it was never much kind Of abode
Glasgow town never brought me down when I was heading out on the road
Carlisle city never looked so pretty and the Kendal Freeway's fast
Slowdown driver, want to stay alive, I want to make this journey last.

Helen, hell on wheels, ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen, hell on wheels, and they never gonna take her away

M6 south down to Liverpool, where they play the west coast sound,
Sailor Sam he came from Birmingham but he never will be found
Doing fine when a London sign greets me like a long lost friend,
Mister motor won't you check her out, she's got to take me back again.

 

Monkberry Moon Delight !

So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata
Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato

Ketchup
Soup and puree,
Don't get left behind
When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.

Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,
And I don't get the gist of your letter

Catch up! ,
Cats and kittens
Don't get left behind

Monkberry moon delight...
Monkberry moon delight...

 

Black Vulcan

Did you ever see a dog so strong and fast
He's the only one that's never been last
Black Vulcan
Oh Black Vulcan.

He ain't no ord-in-ary pup
Black Vulcan
Oh Black Vulcan.

Moo-oove Black Vulcan
Moo-oove Black Vulcan
You've gotta go
Got all my dough
Oh you
Yes, yes

Moo---ve Black Vulcan
Moo-oove Black Vulcan
You've gotta go
Got all my dough
Oh you!

 

Venus and Mars

Sitting In The Stand Of The Sports Arena
Waiting For The Show To Begin
Red Lights, Green Lights, Strawberry Wine,
A Good Friend Of Mine, Follows The Stars,
Venus And Mars
Are Alright Tonight.

 

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

 

It was twenty years ago today,
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
We hope you will enjoy the show,
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Sit back and let the evening go.
Sgt. Pepper's lonely, Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill.
You're such a lovely audience,
We'd like to take you home with us,
We'd love to take you home.

I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought that you might like to know,
That the singer's going to sing a song,
And he wants you all to sing along.
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Billy Shears
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Billy Shears

 

The Songs We Were Singing

For a while, we could sit, smoke a pipe,
And discuss all the vast intricacies of life
We could jaw through the night
Talk about a range of subjects, anything you like
Oh yeah

But we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time
Yeah, we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time.

Take a sip, see the world through a glass
And speculate about the cosmic solution
To the sound, blue guitars
caught up in a philosophical discussion
Oh yeah

But we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time
Yeah, we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time

For a while, we could sit, smoke a pipe
Discuss all the vast intricacies of life
We could jaw through the night,
Talk about a range of subjects, anything you like

But we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time
Yeah, we always came back to the song we were singing
At any particular time
Yeah, we always came back

Take a sip, see the world through a glass
And speculate about the cosmic solution
To the sound, blue guitars
Caught up in a bit of philosophical discussion
Oh, yeah

But we always came back to the songs we were singing
At any particular time
Yes, we always came back to the songs we were singing
At any particular time
Yeah

We always came back to the songs we were singing

 

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V THE WORLD TONIGHT

The World Tonight
Chasing the Cherry
Was It Really Twenty Years Ago?
Big Boys Bickering
City Park
Moon's a Mandarin
Trouble Is
A Billion Bees in the Borage
Give the Man a Break
Looking for Changes
All Together Now

 

The World Tonigt

I saw you sitting at the center of a circle.
Everybody, everybody wanted something from you
I saw you sitting there

I saw you swaying to the rhythm of the music.
Caught you playing, praying to the voice inside you
I saw you swaying there

I don't care what you wanna be
I go back too far; I'm in front of me!
It doesn't matter what they say
They're giving the game away

I can see the world tonight
Look into the future.
See it in a different light.
I can see the world tonight

I heard you listening to a secret conversation.
You were crying, you were trying not to let them hear you
I heard you listening in

Never mind what they wanna do
You've got a right to your point of view
It doesn't matter what they say
They're giving the game away - hey - hey.

I can see the world tonight
Look into the future
See it in a different light
I can see the world tonight

I saw you hiding from a flock of paparazzi.
You were hoping, you were hoping that the ground would swallow you.
I saw you hiding there

I don't care what you wanna be
I go back so far, I'm in front of me!
It doesn't matter what they say
They're giving the game away - hey - hey

I can see the world tonight
Look into the future
See it in a different light
I can see the world tonight

Look into the future
I can see the world tonight
See it in a different light
I can see the world tonight
I can see the world tonight.

 

Chasing The Cherry

Fragile fragments
Clattering down
The lavish marble staircase
Tinkling smithereens
Smashing, grabbing
At china stars
Bursting in clusters
Scattering E-side cats
Credit cards dropping
From rain-clouds
Pour down on the well-polished floor
Tortoiseshell hair combs
And black tape casettes
Rattle the cages of
Knife-wielding grand dames And say, are you chasing the cherry?
The merry-go-round of the roses
If so, you must know
That the downside
Is to sink like a ferry 

Ascending the slope
In herring-bone fashion
Holding on chromium steel
Lifting the bar bells
With candlestick motion
Side-stepping hot wax
And wheel
Flying with lizards
All blown in a gust
Through staining glass
Window and covered with dust blood,
To keep out the rain 

And say, are you chasing the cherry?
The merry-go-round of the roses
If so, you must know
That the down side
Is to sink like a ferry 

A weapon is not
Worth a button,
When anti-world
Matters explode
And chandeliers
Drop from the ceiling
With sharp-shooters' skill 

Exhausted collapse
In the playground
Apeak epileptic remains
And froth at the mouth
Like a river, till
Teachers in apple-pie beds
Reach out
Chalk-filled hands
And lift
Lift

And say, are you chasing the cherry?
The singlular red one on top
It gleams with particular pleasure
That may never stop
If so, you must know
That the high tide
Has sunk like a ferry.

 

Was It Really Twenty Years Ago?

What's changed?
Issues still the same.

Then we wanted

END OF APARTHEID
PEACE ON EARTH
LOVE & UNDERSTANDING

Now
What have we learned?

CHANGE COMES SLOWLY
But it is
CHANGING!!!

KEEP PUSHING
KEEP THE FAITH
AND PRAY
THAT WE HAVE BETTER NEWS TO REPORT
TWENTY YEARS FROM TODAY.

 

Big Boys Bickering

Big boys bickering
That's what they're doing every day
Big boy bickering
Fucking it up for everyone.

Guess why they're betting on the track?
They're trying to win your money back.
All of the taxes that you paid
Went to fund a masquerade.

Big boys bickering...

We stand here waiting
Underneath the tower block
Who will win, who will lose?
Which way do the big boys choose?
Which of us will ever know
What goes on?

So while they argue through the night
Shaking their sticks of dynamite,
Babies are dying throught the day
They want to blow us all away.

Big boys bickering
And so the game goes on and on
Big boys bickering
Fucking it up for everyone,
For everyone!

 

City Park

Twenty-seven press-ups
At back park bench altar
Eight warm even notes
From tall church cool bell
High stacatto twittering of small birds
Against throbbing pigeons'
"Oh how do you do?
Oh how do you coo?"

World's long low surface
Tickles to life with strangers
Sbiffing collie couple
Speed-walking high-armed
Brisk little sergeant major woman
Bouncing peke in tow.

Moorhen flutters squawking
Cross crowded city pond to
All sorts of ducks
Mill slowly round white swans
Stately black swans
Snow tipped nipple red beaks.

A crow cackles
With thumb on black comb rasp.
Winter-bare rose bushes
Line asphalt path
Old yellow Scotch
Pink Posy, Pour Toi,
Polar Star, Mood Music
And Yesterday.
Where silent gardeners dig.

Eighteen press-ups
Facing my lover's home
Grins to the sky.
Nine nods this way
Nine nods that.
And I pray
To the spirit of goodness
To open page on a fine, fine day
For ever, and ever,
and EVER
And EVER.

 

Moon's A Mandarin

Moon's a mandarin
Orange segment.
Stars as clear as you like.
Smelling of pines
And eucalyptus

Quite a night.

 

Trouble Is

Rabbit running in cirlce
chasing his tail because
it looks like candy floss.
Trouble is -- rabbits don't eat candy floss.

Black labrador barking at the antics
pof his shadow on the wall.
Trouble is -- shadows don't fight back.

A pair of gloves hanging from
a back pocket argue about which hand will hold the rake.
Trouble is -- gloves don't give a shit.

 

A Billion bees In The Borage

And if, instead of passing,
You stop,
You can hear the hum.
Billions of them
Bobbing from star to star.
Though flowers
Are sky blue, from a
Distance the field looks purple.
Each bee is different
And as they roam
The borage field
They hum.

 

Give Man A Break

Workers on the picket line
picking up the trash
executive negotiators
shout about the cash

Workers on the inside
whipping up the dough
while the old man's country
gets to go too slow

go-go-go

Give the man a break
give the guy a chance
ain't no law say a man can't dance

Doctors gonna operate
wants to know if you'd
like to buy a kidney
mustn't eat the food

Later in the hospital
while he's on the job
poisoned in the kitchen

by a dirty slob

Give the man a break
give the guy a chance
ain't no law say a man can't dance.

 

Looking For Changes

I saw a cat with a machine in his brain
The man who fed him said
He didn't feel any pain
I'd like to see that man take out that machine
And stick it in his own brain
You know what I mean

I saw a rabbit with its eyes full of tears
The lab that owned her had
Been doing it for years
Why don't we make them pay for every last eye
That couldn't cry its own tears
Do you know what I mean

When I tell you that we'll all be
Looking for changes
Changes in the way we treat our fellow creatures
And we will learn how to grow

Well I tell you that we'll all be
Looking for changes
Changes in the way we treat our fellow creatures
And We Will Learn How To Grow
When we're looking for changes

I saw a monkey that was learning to choke
A guy beside him gave him cigarettes to smoke
And everytime that monkey started to cough
The bastard laughed his head off
Do you know what I mean

When I tell you that we'll all be
Looking for changes
Changes in the way we treat our fellow creatures
And we will learn how to grow

When we're looking for changes
We're looking for changes
We're looking for changes
We're looking for changes in the way we are

 

 All Together Now

One, two, three, four
Can I have a little more?
five, six, seven eight nine ten I love you.

A, B, C, D
Can I bring my friend to tea?
E, F, G H I J I love you.

Sail the ship, Jump the tree
Skip the rope, Look at me

All together now....

Black, white, green, red
Can I take my friend to bed?
Pink, brown, yellow orange blue I love you

All together now....

Sail the ship, Jump the tree
Skip the rope, Look at me

All together now....

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VI ALLTHE LONELY PEOPLE

She's Leaving Home

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begings
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief
Quietly turing the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.

She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacraficed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me.

She (We never though of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
She What did we do that was wrong
Is having We didn't know it was wrong
Fun Fun is the one thing that money can't buy
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, Bye
She's leaving home bye bye

 Lady Madonna

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money? When you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.

See how they run.
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,
Listen to the music playing in your head.

Tuesday afternoon is never ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night you stockings needed mending.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
.


Soily

People gathered here tonight,
I want you to listen to me!
To your left and to you right,
You've got some pretty soily company.

Reader, writer, farmer, priest,
Breed controler, born deceased.
Indian, lawyer, doctor, dog,
And a plumber with a fattened hog.

Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily.
Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily,
you know he's right.

Romans, Italians, country men,
I want you to listen to me!
I've said it twice and I'll say it again,
We've got some pretty soily company.

Liar, cheater, jungle chief,
Saint, believer on relief.
Action painter, Hitler's son,
And a commie with a tommy gun.

Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily.
Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily.
Soily, soily,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oily.

Maxwell's Silver Hammer

Joan was quizzical studied paraphysical science in the home
Late nights all alone with a testube oh oh oh oh
Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine calls her on the phone
Can I take you out to the pictures Joh hoan
But as she's getting ready to go a knock comes on the door
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead

Back in the school again Maxwell plays the fool again teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away so he waits behind
Writing fifty times I must not be so hoan
But when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead

P.C. thirty one said we've caught a dirty one Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures oh oh oh oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery say he must go free
The judge does not agree and he tells them so oh ho-oan
But as the words are leaving his lips a noise comes from behind
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead
Silver hammer man.


Paperback Writer

Paperback writer

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
Based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son is working for the Daily Mail,
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two.
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

If you really like it you can have the rights,
It could make a million for you overnight.
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer

Paperback writer - paperback writer
Paperback writer - paperback writer

 

Not On

Take your hand off my knee, young man,
Said the lady in green
I don't care to come between
You and your young woman.

It's just not done!

Couldn't we pass up?
Couldn't we fold?
Aren't certain stories
Best left untold?
Some things like
Buttons
Are best left undone

--It's not on!

Arnie Pipe was a normal type
With an average job
Though his prospects will never be great
His bosses underestimate
His value
(Arnie says).

Irene's his fiancee
And would hate to disagree
But the company she thinks is fair
Arnie never does get anywhere
The company owns his underwear
(Clean and well paid for).

Take your feet off my desk, young man,
Said the chauffeur in gray
My green woman has been to see me
She's retreating from your advance

It just isn't done!

Couldn't you join us?
Where can you start
Up as a driver
Looking the part?

Hang on says Arnie -

Couldn't we pass up?
Couldn't we fold?
Aren't certain stories

Best left untold?
Some things like
Buttons
Are best left undone

--It's not on!


Rocky Racoon

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

 

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.

 

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival.


Lovely Rita

Lovely Rita meter maid.
Lovely Rita meter maid.
Lovely Rita meter maid.
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely Rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free,
To take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her I would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and Rita paid it,
Took her home I nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely Rita meter maid,
Where would I be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.

 

Tchaico

I knew Tchaikovsky
He lived round our way
He was dead good at music
They used to say
I called him
Tchaico the Psycho


Junior's Farm

You should have seen me with the poker man,
I had a honey and I bet a grand,
Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.

I was talking to an Eskimo,
Said he was hoping for a fall of snow,
When up popped a sea lion ready to go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low,
Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm.

At the Houses of Parliament
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout the President,
We all chip in for a bag of cement.

Olly Hardy should have had more sense,
He bought a gee-gee and he jumped the fence,
All for the sake of a couple of pence.

I took my bag into a grocer's store,
The price is higher than the time before,
Old man asked me why is it more.

I said you should have seen me with the poker man,
I had a honey and I bet a grand,
Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low,
Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm,
Let's go, let's go, down to junior's farm where I want to lay low.

Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm
Ev'rybody tag along.
Take me down to junior's farm.


Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face
and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.


Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on
Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on
Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on
Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on
Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on.

And if you want some fun - take ob la di bla da.

 

Wedding invitation

I was told by an American woman
Who was busy looking fixing me a drink
That the children in the building drove her crazy
She may be leaving sooner than you think

Well I said that that was pretty high and mighty
She showed a devastating sense of style
When she replied, "It was the fault of automation
That I forgot to have a child."

Waiting for a wedding invitiation
Thinking one was going to come along
What you didn't know won't hurt you

The bride was looking bitter in a white dress.
The wedding guests had started to arrive.
She said, "My future husband doesn't understand me
But he's glad to be alive."

The groom had been a scientific genius
He invented somethjing falling out of bed
But the whole thing nearly turned into a nightmare
When a dirty-looking priest pronounced him dead.

He said I'm waiting for a weddingt invitation
Thinking one is going to come along
What you don't know won't hurt you.

I'm not putting you down
I will walk with you anywhere you want to go
I'm not putting you down
I will help you with anything you want to know.

While working on a piece of apparatus
He discovered that the world was in a mess
So she made him up a sandwitch in the kitchen
And let good old Mother Nature do the rest...

It's a handed down American tradition
A prejudice that still exists today
If it wans't for their openness of spirit
They might have long ago been spirited away.

They're waiting for a wedding invitation
Thinking one is going to come along
What they don't know won't hurt them. 

I'm not putting you down

I will walk with you anywhere you want to go
I'm not putting you down
I will help you with anything you want to know 

I'm waiting for a wedding invitation
Thinking one is going to come along
What I don't know won't hurt me...


Flaming Pie

Makin' love underneath the bed
Shooting stars from a purple sky
I don't care how I do it.
I'm the man on the flaming pie

Stick my tongue out and lick my nose
Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly
Go ahead, have a vision.
I'm the man on the flaming pie

Everything I do has a simple explanation.
When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation
I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on a rack
Now I'm not so sure I'm gonna get 'em back

Cut my toes off to spite my feet.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Never mind, check my rhythm.
I'm the man on the flaming pie

I'm the man on the flaming pie
Now everything I do has a simple explanation
When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation.
I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on the rack.
Now I'm not too sure I'm gonna to get 'em back.


Eleanor Rigby

Ah,look at all the lonely people,

Ah,look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream,
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps
In a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people,where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon
Than no one will hear,
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there,
What does he care?

All the lonely people,where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,where do they all belong?

Ah,look at all the lonely people,
Ah,look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried
Along with her name,
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave,
No one was saved.

All the lonely people,where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,where do they all belong?

 

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VII STANDING STONE

Standing Stone Poem

After heavy light years

of tenacious trajectory

a ball of fire spat through space

spitting sparks and flames

at a new blue universe.

 

The rains came and came

and extinguished the livid flames.

A resistant hiss.

Brooding underground,

a sullen, skulking sulk.

 

Still air hung still.

Silent peaks were draped with mist.

A rumbling distant flash lit

rain-soaked slopes, and valleys

filled with long quiet lakes.

Still air hung still.

 

Soothed land lay damp.

Reflecting water skimmed the blue

it was hurled through.

Down low toes of ocean rock

streams of lava froze in shock,

arms locked

round stone lover.

 

Wept sky swept and gray.

A rainbow bridge

cuts mountain tops.

 

Souped in pea green

a single cell bulb flicked

to life.

 

Cell burst,

a shot blot page on time,

and grew to be

all living things.

 

He awoke startled

in sparkling imperfection.

Tingling delights of air's fresh rush

collide with grey cloud solitude.

On desolate hazy morning shore

the first person singular wanted

he didn't know what.

 

Clapping flash of lightening

illuminates far flat lines.

Velvet wind on dark horizon.

Sea of glass.

Then there was melody

made like a memory. A sprinkling of bells.

He sought the source.

 

Salt sea breezes quickened,

a shift of silver-lifted mist.

A crystal ship slipped and shone in sunlight.

Seduced, he swam

to stand on deck.

Wind spoke

and sucked the boat to sea.

Soon land was left

bow fell onto swells;

narcotic memory

untroubled thoughts.

 

A withering wind scratched the deck.

Shivering elegance slivered in splinters,

dissolved in dark as sun spat out.

Breathless lament in dissonant air,

chasms cough up chasms,

spinning wheels of fog.

Hope so hard to float it sank.

 

Until a crack of blinding light broke through

and hauled the boat along in a singing slipway,

towards a clear blue sky.

And as before, clear music led the way.

 

White birds silent over crystal bow.

The vessel sped through beads of spray

that slapped his happy face, and filled his soul

with glory song.

His nostrils snorted blasts of ocean air.

'In thanks for my survival, I'll put up a monument of stone

where I put in.'

 

Subtle colors, merged soft contours

stretched in welcome as the ship drew near.

His first bare step on mustard sand

was wiped by whim of wave.

 

Flickering birdsong.

A bank of grassy moorland rose to distant ridge.

Ancient olive, bright young lime,

and further purple mountain peeks

breathed echoes of the melody.

 

He stalked through swelling heather

to the ridge's tip to sip

the fresh world's news.

Flanked by juniper and birch

a long flung track strung out below,

and wound to smoky settlement

nestled in blue foothills.

 

Two natives drove a flock of umber sheep

along this burnt sienna road.

A beautiful woman, from whose throat

the haunting song had come.

A bearded man with snowish hair, her father,

who had witnessed his arrival in a ship of glass

that disappeared as fast as it had come.

These companions walked within his joy

towards the settlement and spoke

of how they'd long expected him.

 

Still as stones that lined their path

this shepherd's daughter listened to his story.

Her father sang of local life and introduced

each character and scene.

Farmer, warrior, milkmaid, thief,

shaman, housewife, woodsman, fool.

They made him welcome, and, before he slept,

agreed to help him hoist his stone.

 

On sun-smacked days they traced his steps

to plant a giant slab of sea-beat rock.

Rope and muscle, sweat and tackle

raised a weathered finger to the sky.

Soon this sacred stone bedded in its depths

the aspirations of their anxious souls.

A place of peace where he and she would meet.

 

But as their hearts rehearsed and played a set

of new found harmonies and chords...

black horse rider rode throughout the night

with news that set the settlement alight.

Off ragged northern coast

a rugged gang of bandits gathered.

Dark longships slashed with metal.

Thud of boot, belt, hull and oar,

a storm of fighters swarmed ashore.

 

Panic scampered through the people's veins.

Poisoned rats in a pot of grain.

The visitor fell still to seek an answer.

The shepherdess, his love,

took him

to the standing stone and

poured an ancient potion.

 

A backward somersault of senses.

Cool breezes

fruit blossom fragrance ripped air

chiming towers ran slow hours,

fluttering calm.

And drifted, drifted.

Long, spiraled colours twisted

sinuous dance of snake and vine.

She left him to his slab of stone.

 

He watched its towered rush

scratch at the moon.

Fanned flames flicked up tongues.

Lichen crawled with lunar cloud reflections.

As raging hordes rode tidal waves of blood

He was tossed and smackly landed

on the sudden floor.

 

He looked up and saw

a spirit force stretch easy into space

so powerful he trembled and believed.

Head bowed, he slipped in trance-wet sheets.

Slow whirlwind, silent thunder,

and breezeless hurricane. He cried out.

A wall of peeled black veils revealed

a face unlike another.

Vision, visage, gentle, genteel,

masculine mouth, female eyes.

A face to steal. The mouth spoke, slower than words.

 

'You were sent to help the people here.

Their invaders' greatest fear

is that the sky will fall.

Say you'll make this happen

and in two days' time, the moon will be eclipsed.'

 

Awake, he found himself

a crumpled scrap beneath

the upright stack of stone.

Black clouds rolled the moon.

 

As milkmaid warriors made futile preparations

to defend against attack

their newcomer was welcomed back

with skeptical acclaim.

He told those who would be told,

then rode

into the enemy domain.

 

Deriding scowls lined his arrival.

Wolf-eyed soldiers drunk, with stagnant breath,

press to hear his threat

to make the sky collapse

unless their troops retreat.

The leader's belly heaved; he laughed and spat,

"'Before I skewer and feed you to these apes,

go tell your tribe that within three days, they'll be my slaves.'

 

Thunder tore apart a sheet of sky.

Hard laughter swallowed dust

as hero sped to anxious settlement.

The villagers made crude defenses

huddled in a circle round the stone.

Lambs listened for the dog pack howl.

Long-blown hours scattered charcoal grey

above the rag-bag armies' quickened pulse.

A sudden moon illuminates.

They crouch with bucket, beam, and bench

in fortress ring until

night sang

jang of juggernaut's approach.

 

'I will make the sky collapse...' First Person sprang and roared,

'unless you take your army back.'

Some stumbled, stopped,

but most slunk on, shamed

by their leader's mocking curse.

 

The sky grew black magnetic.

Black air crackled electric.

A drape was dragged across the moon.

In howling darkness, some trampled, tripped,

but all ran, chased by children to the laughing sea.

 

Strings pluck, horns blow, drums beat.

Full-lunged songs sing enemy's defeat.

Sheep set loose, blacksmith's bench returned to use,

and milkmaid's buckets spilled with glory tales.

 

Planted seeds found time to thrive,

and farmers rose to reap their ripened wheat.

The warrior, at peace with peace

like thief, resolved to turn a leaf.

And lovers made lovers' plans.

Pebble games, daisy chains

and sub chin butter tests.

 

Kids peel sticks of birch to feel

slick moistured fingertips.

Blue sky laced with tight white webs;

fields of high rye tickled skylarks,

levitating stars.

 

On contented drone of bee

musicians improvise a melody

fueled by fermented fruit.

Sun-cooked air blew through flutes

and around bright maypole strings

a jig in plaited time thrilled quickened hearts.

 

Birds and butterflies flit

from wayside bush and ditch.

The track from town to stone

soon jammed with revellers

inching chattily towards

their sacred site

where she and he

vowed their proud love.

No kingdom could have crowned him

with more joy than her.

 

An impossibly distant black bird

circled overhead and wondered why

so many bite-sized creatures spent their lifetime

running on the spot.

 

Celebration:

High above this overcrowded place,

A distant blackbird glides through space

And all he does is search for love.

Love is all around us in the air

Whatever time I have to spare be with you

Forever true.

Love is the oldest secret of the universe

Warm as the touch of two innocent lovers

When they discover that now is all we ever really know;

The past and future come and go;

Because they do, I'll stay with you.

 

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VIII HOME TO LOVE

Flying to My Home
Full Moon's Eve
A Man with Children
The Blue Shines Through
Calico Skies
Waterfalls
Pictures in Song
No Rhyme
My Love

 

Flying To My Home

The sun is fading in the west
Out where the cattle roam
I'm like a bird at the end of the day
Flying to my home
I'm flying to my home sweet majesty
I'm flying to my home

The sky is like a painted flag
Above a sea of chrome
I've got a woman living in my life
Living in my home
I'm flying to my home sweet majesty
I'm flying to my home

I haven't been back for so long
I don't know if I'm going to recognise it
They gave the old place a new face
And I'm going to take some time
To size the situation up

I haven't been back for so long
I don't know if I'm going to recognise it
They gave the old place a new face
And I'm going to take some time
To size the situation up

The sun is fading in the west
Out where the cattle roam
I've got a woman living in my life
Living in my home
I'm flying to my home sweet majesty
I'm flying to my home
I'm flying to my home
I'm flying to my home
I'm flying to my home
I'm flying to my home sweet majesty
I'm flying to my home...

 

Full Moon's Eve

On a full moon'e eve
A tiger sprang
And gnawed on
Who I used to be

A pale haze lights
The fox's eye
And . . .
Checking once
He leaves by a hole in the hedge

Old loves return
To kiss the lips
In case the empty gallery
Should fill with whispering strangers
Like a flood

 

A Man with Children

I am a man with children
Namely, Heather, Mary, Stella, Sid and James
Well Sid's a lie
But who are you to know
About a fool such as I?

Winds hop and bump
Along the corrugated roof
But here inside
A man of pride
In children

A winter wind was one to blame
For lying us so close
To make each child
And I was told
For each that growed
Their personality would stay
And I'm well proud


The Blue Shines Through

You're responsible
for the hole in my soul
the hole in my tablecloth
the hole in my jacket top
But the hole shines blue
The hole shines blue

I'm responsible
for the bolt in your neck
the bolt from the blue
the bolt on the door
But the blue shines through
the hole in my soul
The blue shines through
The hole shines blue.


Calico Skies

It was written that I would love you
From the moment I opened my eyes
And the morning when I first saw you
Gave me life under calico skies.

I will hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life

Always looking for ways to love you
Never failing to fight at your side
While the angels of love protect us
From the innermost secrets we hide

I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life

Long live all of us were crazy soldiers who
were born under calico skies
May we never be called to handle
All the weapons of war we despise

I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life
I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll love you for the rest of my...
For the rest of my life

 

Waterfalls

Don't go jumping waterfalls,
Please, keep to the lake.
People who jump waterfalls,
Sometimes can make mistakes.

And I need love ,
Yeah, I need Love,
Like a second needs an hour,
Like a raindrop needs a shower.
Yeah, I need Love,
Ev'ry minute of the day,
And it wouldn't be the same
If you ever should decide to go away.

And I need Love,
Yeah, I need love,
Like a castle needs a tower,
Like a garden needs a flower.
Yeah ,I need Love
Ev'ry minute of the day
And it wouldn't be the same
If you ever should decide to go away.

Don't go chasing polar bears
In the great unknown.
Some big friendly polar bear,
Might want to take you home.

And I need love ,
Yeah, I need Love,
Like a second needs an hour,
Like a raindrop needs a shower.
Yeah, I need Love,
Ev'ry minute of the day,
And it wouldn't be the same
If you ever should decide to go away.

Don't run after motor cars,
Please stay on the side.
Someone's glossy motor car
Might take you for a ride.


And I need Love,
Yeah,I need Love,
Like a castle needs a tower,
Like a garden needs a flower.
Yeah,I need Love,
Said , I need Love,
Like a raindrop needs a shower,
Like a second needs an hour.
Ev'ry minute of the day,
And it wouldn't be the same
If you ever should go away

Don't go jumping waterfalls,
Please , keep to the lake.

Pictures in Song

Most of her days
She sits waiting for someone
Dreaming of romance
Some day he'll come along.

Most of my life has been spent
Painting pictures in song.

He fills his time
Slowly building a home
They can be proud of
Makes it big and strong

I find that I fill my time
Painting pictures in song.

Some spend their time
Trying to learn how
To measure the distance between
Right and wrong

Most of my time has been spent
Painting pictures in song

I'll be content
Painting pictures in song.


No Rhyme

No rhyme, no reason,

No ship, no shape.

We lie in our long bed

Making escape.


My Love

And when I go away
I know my heart can stay with my love
It's understood
It's in the hands of my Love
And my Love does it good
My Love does it good

And when the cupboards bare
I'll still find something there with my Love
It's understood
It's everywhere with my Love
And my Love does it good
My Love does it good

I love Oh Wo......my Love
Only my Love holds the other key to me
Oh....my Love Oh...my Love
Only my Love does it good to me

My Love does it good

Don't ever ask me why
I never say goodbye to my Love
It's understood
It's everywhere with my Love
And my love does it good
Wo,wo,wo,wo….
My Love does it good
Oh....my Love oh...my Love
Only my Love does it good to me
Wo..................

 

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IX NOVA

Anti-Alarm Call

Don't get up just yet
It's much too cold and wet

Better stay in bed
Hibernate instead

Fifteen minutes more
What are you waiting for?
Back into your dreams

Better stay inside
Hibernate and hide

 

Call It a Day

It's only a matter of hours
Since lurching to left right
Hunched in half light
I dropped from the day night
And sped across fields --

Music for ear drums
Lemon for sore gums
Brambles for bare bums --

Call it a day.


Blessed

I would come back from a run
With lines of poerty to tell
And having listened, she would say
"What a mind."

She'd fold my words inside her head
And though the lines may not have been
Supreme, she wasn't merely being kind
She meant it, what she said

And I am blessed
For she said "What a mind."


Black Jacket

Sadness isn't sadness
it's happiness
in a black jacket

Death isn't death
it's life
that's jumped off a tall cliff

Tears are not tears
They're balls
of laughter
dipped in salt.


Her Spirit

Her spirit moves wind chimes
When air is still
And fills the rooms
With fragrance of lily

Her eyes blue green
Still seem
Perfectly happy
With nothing

Her spirit sets
The water pipes a humming
Fat lektronic force be with ya sound

Her spirit talks to me
Through animals
Beautful creature
Lay with me

Bird that calls my name
Insists that she is here
And nothing
Left to fear

Bright white squirrel
Foot of tree
Fixes me
With innocent gaze

Her spirit talks to me

 

Meditate

Listening to glistening bells
Ding dong mantras honey coat a parching thirst
Inner singer shouts out mantra
Drown out lucy nation's chatter

Count for nothing
To count for count's sake
Count
To no total
To repeat
Not to remember, but
To not remember

To meditate

To listen for nothing
Hear no reason

Mantra discovers
Naughty boy
Inside my mind
Try to write poetry

Pa-boiled
Mam-marry
Gland opening

Ma shall law declare
Pa takes of of the feast
Cunt hooks, quim, minge
Knob and tool
Words I often heard at school
Shall I fear to now repeat
Words that whisteled down our street?

Stop

Man tra la la
Man trap

Stop

Mantra mantra

Love sound no meaning

 

To Find The Joy

Seagulls bright white glint
Against a charcoal morning sky
Enough for lovers to see heaven by
But fox and rabbit badger yeah
And seagull too think harder crueller thoughts --
Do or be done to --
No poet's joy for them

Seagulls spiral whirl
Against the sullen oak
No scientific thought informs
Their common madcap tribal swirl

For them the warming sun
Not only warms but shines
A harsher light to be discovered by
An overshoulder ever-watchful life
While we will quieten our disquiet
To find the joy.


Irish Language

Those Irish chappies
Have a fine sense of it
This language of ours

They toss it in the air
Like a snowball

Dribble it through their fingers
Like the guy in the movie

Tell tales that fell
Off the back of a lorry
Carting logs for the furnace


Swill it round their mouths
And let the spittle dry

Slowly out.

Tickle, tumble,
Fiddle, fumble,
Bimble, bumble

To be sure of anything
Would be a fine thing

To be sure
As Spike says --
The Beatles were a bunch of Micks.


Steel

Steel yourself against the rapid fire
Confusion of events that masquerade as life
Bullet holes in time's demented curtain.


Rocking On

I want to smell
your underarm odour
I want to drink
your ice cream soda

Reminisce
about our childhood
What we did
in deepest wildwood

Let's remember fifites cars
And hanging out in
late-night bars

Want to give
your back a rub
Then jump into
a foamy tub

Laugh at all
your High School jokes
One too many
Scotch and Cokes

Want to stroke
your furry kitten
Don't be shy
you won't be bitten

When we've seen
the babies doze off
Let me see you
take your clothes off

When this world is
dead and gone
We will still be
Rocking on!


Dawn Star

You are
the brightest star
in a blue dawn

Venus
above us
between us

we gaze admiringly
like Jupiter

 

She Is…

She is...

the Yin to my Yang

the I to my Ching

the See to my Saw

the Head to my Tails

the Lily of my Valley.


Lost

I lost my wife
She lost her life
until then the luxury
of no responsibility
Chopper wouldn't
fall that night
as,clenched inside of glove
we sucked
each other's energy.


To Be Said

There's a lot of be said
There's nothing to be said

My love is alive
My love is dead

I hear her voice
Inside my head

There's a lot to be said
There's nothing to be said

There's a lot to remember
A lot to forget

My love is hot
My love is wet
As if it was
The night we met

There's a lot to remember
A lot to forget

There's a lot to be said
There's nothing to be said.

 

Nova

Are You there?
God where are You?
Are you hiding in Your Heaven?
Or beneath your deepest sea?
Was there something in our past imperfect?
Is it something that we should have known?
God where are You?
Are you hiding God?
Are you hiding in the rain?
Are you hiding?
Are you there?

I am here.
I am here in every song you sing
In the wings of a rising lark
Through the darkness to the morning light.
I am here
I am here now.
I am with you.
I am here as ev'ry flake of snow
Washing white on the countryside.
As each green blade stretches for the sun over them.
I am here watching over them.
I am here as first a new born babe opens eyes on the universe.
With each step I'll be that arm that guides
Now and then 'til the end of time.
Amen