Just another war
Fighting insurgents in Iraq
Call in the Air Force to attack
And just go home

Just another war
Heat seeking missiles everywhere
Missing the targets, they don’t care
They’ll go home

Just another war
I don’t think you know what to do
Just a stupid war
The killing keeps on going on
How long will this war carry on?

Just another war
Boy soldiers killing, on their own
The stars and stripes look all alone
To everyone

Just another war
For the black gold, or something else
Are you wasting your nations wealth?
that’s not done

Just another war
Your War on Terror’s crazy too
Exit strategy? No can do?
The killing keeps on going on
Our peaceful way of life has gone

Just another war
You can’t keep all the oil, you know
Planting seeds and watching them grow
Will the Grim Reaper let you go
You know you’ll reap just what you sow

Just another war
You’ll leave the country in a mess
Don’t think you know, what’s for the best
A stupid war
Mothers and children laid to waste
Terrorist claims need to be faced

Just Another War
Just Another War
Just Another War

J.A.W. J.A.W. J.A.W.

Another bill to be paid
More new plans to be laid
Keep trying to make the grade
Embers of life start to fade

Trying hard to generate
Peace and hope, instead of hate
The planet’s in such a state
There’s no point getting too irate

Sit and watch the setting Sun
Children laughing, having fun
Now the day’s nearly done
I’ll have my dinner for one

Take a walk down by the sea
Seagulls fighting intensely
Water keeps flowing relentlessly
The best things in life are free

Getting sand between my toes
Forgetting all my earthly woes
Times have been harsh, and it shows
Like a book, life will one day close

I’ve always thought that our love
would go on for ever & ever
I’ve always thought that our love
Was strong enough, no matter the weather
Yes I’m glad that you have told me
You’ve falling in love with another
We lived each day as if it were our last
We did everything together

Now you’re gonna leave me, in the dark of the night
Stay until sunrise, then you can leave when it’s light
I’ve got to carry on with life in the morning
I never saw this coming you gave no warning
Can we not make love just one more time like before
In the morning I’ll watch as you walk out the door

I can take you to that place, only you and I know
You say our love is dead, but can’t we make it grow?
Oh just go now, I can’t take all this heart-ache
I’ll just lie here on our bed all night, wide awake
I don’t want you near me, I just can’t understand
After all we’ve been through you want to shake my hand?

How will I feel?
When we’re many miles apart?
So now you decide you need a new start
In the future you’ll make new relations
Some profound temptations

How do I feel?
I know that you were always looking for a ladder to climb.
All this inquiring, isn’t inspiring, look at the time
Go on, I know that you can’t stop, or be left behind
I’ve no solution for the pollution, that’s in you’re mind

So you feel like walking away
How do I feel?
Knowing you won’t stay?
I’ll live on as the world won’t stop turning
I will be yearning
How will I feel?
If you want some money to borrow?
Pay me back tomorrow
How do I feel?
Now that you’ve flown the nest?
I’ve tried my best
How do I feel?
Looking at your empty room?
Knowing that my flower has bloomed
How do I feel? How would you feel? ? ?

I’m not bad today, life’s never been easy
Alone in my bed, wondering where is she?
You won’t catch me crying, unfortunately
I’m so used to holding back the tears lately

I come here, write a bit, I’ve given up drinking
Don’t smoke either, so all I do is some thinking
I’ve always preferred a sun-rise to a sun-set
My dreams have vanished, I’ve got space to let

No more bad dreams, I’ve got that feeling deep in my gut
Memories do fade, doors that were open, now firmly shut
Am I just waiting to die? Perhaps I’m already dead?
Hang on a minute, the dog & goldfish are needing fed

If I was my heart, I’d be knocked down and senseless
If I was my lungs, I’d be burnt out and breathless
I’m still waiting here, and feeling so awfully old
I’m just lying here, because that’s what I was told

When the kids have left home, will that be our end?
Will we still be together? Will we stay best of friends?
It’s getting quite dark now, this could be my last night
Please come with me once more, and be my shining light.

I don’t need any inner peace
I don’t need any black magic
I don’t need the Sun to shine
I don’t need anything tragic

I don’t need the holy bible
I don’t need the word of God
I don’t need your Jesus Christ
I don’t need another silly sod

I don’t need a statue of Budha
I don’t need any crystal healing
I don’t need any fake astrology
I don’t need any group-hug feeling

I don’t need your worldly dignity
I don’t need someone to follow
I don’t need your type of humanity
I don’t need the Greek God Apollo

I only need to be me
It’s not virtual reality
It’s what I need to be
Just holding on to sanity

Was it something that was said
I lie wide awake in my bed
Cannot sleep thinking of the dead
Horrible visions in my head

Could you lend a hand
Maybe take a stand
In a foreign land
Is this what you planned

No bleeding hearts to be found
Keeping our feet on the ground
Keep on searching all around
Look up but never look down

Trying to be kind
Blind leading the blind
That is what you’ll find
Out of sight is out of mind

Let the little children play
Teach them of a peaceful way
War cannot be here to stay
Kids need peace, get it today

What is a lasting peace worth
Save our planet, mother Earth
Is ignorance really bliss
Gift for you, a loving kiss

As your phone clicks away

Lying in a pool of blood

Boast to your friends today

All your brave talkin’ ‘bout stabbing, jabbing,

nabbing and grabbing, won’t make it all go away

Your mates are talkin’ ‘bout deceiving, leaving,

thieving and grieving, it’s not just another day

Why can’t you see your mother’s crying, a son’s dying.

someone’s lying, about the knives they’re buying

All you need to do is throw your knives away.

All of your boasting will get you is trouble and strife, if you carry a knife,

he had 2 kids & a wife, now you’re the one doing life

For the sake of mothers and wives

Please don’t carry anymore knives from today

All you are doing is turning this into a police state

Will your mother wait, at the prison gate, to find out her sons fate?

If you want a bit better life

You better not carry a knife

Can’t you feel the burning

Is this your destiny

Doing life in prison’s

Not as good as they say

So this is Great Britain
The welfare state, & NHS
Great British Institutions?
Some think they’re in a mess

So this Is Great Britain
That once ruled the waves
An Empire and a Commonwealth?
Now issues ASBO’s if one misbehaves

So this is Great Britain
The Mother of Democracy?
The House of Commons and Lords
Ensuring justice & liberty?

So this is Great Britain
Where God saves the Queen
A land of hope & glory?
You can vote at age eighteen

So this is Great Britain
Are the pensioners in poverty?
They’ve never had it so good?
They’re all having a nice cup of tea

So this is Great Britain
A class system breeding inequality
Education, Education, Education?
Needing a dose of political honesty

So this is Great Britain
Still the mother of the free?
The police, council, & MI5
Are watching you or watching me

I do not need the Pope of Rome
I do not need a mobile phone
I do not need to hear your truth
I do not need to recapture my youth
I do not need any government institution
I do not need your written constitution
I do not need your version of reality
I do not need your promises of equality
I do not need to believe your lies in war
I do not need to ask what you’re fighting for
I do not need for you to treat me with disdain
I do not need you to got to war in my name again
I do not need to follow your instruction
I do not need to see any more destruction
I do not need to carry a gun or a knife
I do not need to take a little child’s life

I only need me and my family
That’s real, not virtual reality
I need some time to do some thinking
I need to start my excessive drinking

I am a man, Oh yes I am
I’ll show you proof, if you care
I am a man, you’ll see I am
Just take a look, if you dare

I like writing, silly writing
Just for fun, and we all share
I like women, yes any women
I don’t get none, that’s not fare

I am a man, an ordinary man
And yes, sometimes I swear
That’s just me, or maybe not
You may be bald, I’ve got hair

I’m a writer a silly writer
I like a banana, and a juicy pear
I am a man, a silly old man
But my balls are still a pair

I am a man, I can understand
You may read this, then say a prayer
To your God, up in His Heaven
But when I need Him He’s never there

I’m a writer, just a writer
If you don’t like me, I won’t care
I’m a writer, like any other writer
I am a man, I’m not a player

Am I just hoping for peace?
A No-Mans-Land to police
It’s got to be a Real Peace

They’ve all got new killing toys
Why? For killing girls and boys?
Leaders treating you with disdain
Suffering children can’t complain

When please tell me will we know
Exactly when you’ll give peace a go?
Turning peoples homes into ruins
That’s what your wars are doing

Am I just dreaming for peace?
Where the Blue Caps Police
Will that be the Real Peace?

You said you tried for peace, that was before
Nuclear weapons, smart bombs and more
Filling babies lungs with the chemicals they release
That isn’t the way to get a lasting peace, a real peace

I feel like a lone voice in the wilderness
Can no-one else see the world’s in a mess?
If I keep on shouting surely someone will hear
I feel like I’ve been running but getting nowhere

Will my dreams ever come true?
Dr. King had a dream for me and you
Can we really hope for an end to all war?
Another question for the elite to explore

Yawning and stretching, wiping my eyes
My dreaming is over, I’m now wide awake
It’s not quite light, and my world still sleeps
It’s peaceful now, will it last once dawn breaks?

I’m not bad today, life’s never been easy
Alone in my bed, wondering where is she?
You won’t catch me crying, unfortunately
I’m so used to holding back the tears lately

I come here, write a bit, I’ve given up drinking
Don’t smoke either, so all I do is some thinking
I’ve always preferred a sun-rise to a sun-set
My dreams have vanished, I’ve got space to let

No more bad dreams, I’ve got that feeling here deep in my gut
Memories are fading, doors that were open, now firmly shut
Am I just sitting waiting to die? Perhaps I’m already dead?
Hang on a minute, the dog & goldfish are needing fed

If I was my heart, I’d be knocked down and senseless
If I was my lungs, I’d be burnt out and extremely breathless
I’m still waiting here, and feeling so awfully old
I’m just lying here, because that’s what I was told

When the kids have left home, will that be our end?
Will we still be together? Will we stay best friends?
It’s getting so dark now, then it must be at night
Will you join me once more, and be my shining light

Another bill to be paid
More new plans to be laid
Keep trying to make the grade
Embers of life start to fade

Trying hard to generate
Peace and hope, instead of hate
The planet’s in such a state
There’s no point getting too irate

Sit and watch the setting Sun
Children laughing, having fun
Now the day’s nearly done
I’ll have my dinner for one

Take a walk down by the sea
Seagulls fighting intensely
Water keeps flowing relentlessly
The best things in life are free

Getting sand between my toes
Forgetting all my earthly woes
Times have been harsh, and it shows
Like a book, life will one day close…….

Imagine no computers
It’s not easy for you
No Microsoft, or Windows
No Googling too
Imagine all the bloggers
Having inner peace

You might think I’m a nutter
But wait until I’m all done
You could enjoy all of this
And maybe have lots more fun

Imagine no more Tesco’s
No food out of a can
No shopping centre’s either
All living off the land
Imagine all the bloggers
Farming for their food

You might think I’m a nutter
Now that I’m nearly all done
I hope you have enjoyed this
And we can all live as one

Do you think that your God wanted this war?
Please tell me, ’cause I’m not so sure
Why can’t you just stop all of this killing?
You can do it today if you’re really willing

Do you think that your God is on your side?
Do you know that there’s no place for you to hide
Can you remember your words at the very start?
Where is your compassion? Where is your heart?

Looking back is this what you had planned?
Thousands of children’s blood on your hands
Could you stop it now or has it gone too far?
Is it oil that you want for your gas guzzling car?

Do you know what you’re fighting for?
Do you want to stop this stupid war?
Do you think that it’s all about winning?
Don’t think it’s freedom that you’re bringing

Why can’t you just get our soldiers out of Iraq?
Give mothers their sons and daughters back
Will we ever have ‘ Peace in our time? ‘
It could be the last mountain that we climb.

Where did it all go wrong? Tell me
Is there someone else in your life
Be honest with me, I want the truth
I don’t need this, come on your my wife

I was there for you, but you’re not there for me
I helped you, but you’re being of no help to me
I cared for you, but you don’t care about me
I wanted you, but you no longer seemingly want me
I still need you, but you’ve shown you don’t need me
I still love you, do you still deep down, love me

I tried to do everything you asked
I am so happy that you’re a success
I hardly ever saw you, now I know why
Now all I can see & feel is emptiness

Do you want to make it work? Oh no
Where did our love go? Please explain
I need to know these things, I’m hurt
I hope that you never feel this pain

I can see through you, but you can’t see me
I listened to you, but you didn’t hear me
I looked after you, but you can’t look at me
I understood you, but you never stood up for me
I still need you, but you no longer need me
I still love you, but you don’t love me

Is that a tear I see in your eye
I’m crying too, keeping it all inside
We can stay together, let’s do it now
I do have feelings that can’t be denied

I can see you, and you can see me
I’ll respect you, if you’ll respect me
I’ll care for you, now that you care for me
I’ll always love you, and you’ll always love me?

Books, Books, Books,
Coffee table, fashionable, fiction, or non-fiction
Books, Books, Books
Romance is by chance, reference, improve one’s diction

Books, Books, Books
Suspense, Thriller, A cool detective story
Books, Books, Books,
Biography, geography, learn from our history

Books, Books, Books
D-I-Y, Gardening, learn how to be a good cook
Books, Books, Books,
Educating the young, how you think, not how you look

Books, Books, Books,
Authors, writers, novelists, poets and others
Books, Books, Books,
Hard Back, Paper Back, hidden gems to discover

Books, Books, Books
Feed the mind, then you’ll find, books open your eyes
Books, Books, Books
Self-Help, Get Rich Quick, Save The Planet, CIA Spies,

Books Books Books,
Take a look, can you see, a book to suit your taste
Books Books Books
Free your mind, then unwind, no time to waste

Books Books Books
Can aid learning, informative, and inspirational,
Books, Books, Books,
Political memoirs, Sci-Fi, Travel & motivational

Books, Books, Books
Medical knowledge, Spirituality, First Aid & much more
Books, Books, Books
Astronomy or Astrology, go visit your local book-store

Because of you love came to me
A love that’s bound by honesty
Because of you, I came to be
Being with you is destiny

Because of you, I have no past
You’ve given me a love to last
Because of you, I’m no outcast
My love for you is unsurpassed

Because of you, Life’s not a strain
You took away most of my pain
Because of you, I feel again
Feel love for you I can’t contain

Because of you, I now feel strong
Stronger to know our love’s not wrong
Because of you I now belong
Fate brought me to you all along

After a while I throw up in the bog
I think that I’ll get a ” hair of the dog”
My wallet’s not empty, that’s a good sign
I better steer clear of that cheap red wine

My mouth needs “Hoovered”, and I need a smoke
Lit up, began thinking, when someone spoke
Oh shit, I’ve just slept with my best friends wife
This is going to complicate my life

I’m wishing that this is just some wet dream
I’m still thinking, trying to hatch a scheme
She looked so good, she smelled even better
A short skirt and a red V-neck sweater

I’d never thought of her this way before
We kissed then made love on the bedroom floor
She screamed so loud as she came from above
For an hour or two, I was in love

I don’t think I can face my friend again
Is there really sunshine after the rain?
I’d fallen in love, she gave me the key
The key to her heart, is what she gave me

How could I? Now he’s no longer my mate
Me and his ex-wife are getting on great
When love comes knocking you’ve got a new friend
A friendship that lasts to the very end? ?

I do need the loo, It’s just there to the right
There’s no loo roll in here, and I’ve had a shite
But I’ll drink to your health, What a wonderful thrill

The drinks starting to flow, Aunt Betty wants a pie
She’ll tell you of the places, and people that’s gone by
There’s the neds shaking hands, and the chavs are there too
Aunt Betty’s watching Who’s with who

The singer does try.. To put on a show
He’ll learn one day To grab the cash and go
And I drink to our health What a blunderful world

Standing outside while I’m smoking my fag
There’s young Gale from No.22, and her red handbag
And I drink to her health what a cute little bum

The mothers and the daughters, spewing up in the street
A group of young lads looking for something to eat
And I drink to my health What a blunderful world

Saturday night’s nearly over, start heading for home
Two young lads shout and swear into their mobile phone
And I drink to their health what a silly old world

The taxi queue is too long, I think that we’ll just walk
I hear police sirens in the distance it’s no longer a shock
And I think to myself Is this a beautiful world?

With apologies to The Ronettes. I Do Ron Ron Ron, I Do Ron Ron.

It’s never too late to Give Peace A Chance

I’m sick of reading about, free elections, UN inspection, man’s imperfections, the wrong directions, it’s time for reflection.

All I am Asking is Give Peace A Chance

The world is full of man’s inhumanity, A presidents animosity, talking about equality, respect their dignity, all we want is honesty.

I won’t stop asking to Give Peace A Chance

I’m tired of hearing about the neverending constitutions, that should be in the institutions, speaking of more devolution, The church’s stance on evolution, do we need a revolution? ?

I’ll keep on asking you to Give Peace A Chance.

I’m sick of reading about your phoney war, I’ve said this before, I don’t want to bore, I need to be sure, what are we fighting for?

Just keep on asking do Give Peace A Chance

Western Leaders telling us to be strong, where do we belong, this war is all wrong, I can’t just go along, it’s gone on too long

All I am asking is Give Peace A Chance

We have got a new book club
We also have a class in photography
If you know how a digital camera works
Could you please enlighten me

log on log on log on
It’s sitting on the bog
That I type this log
Log on log on log on

Come the Summer Solstice
We’ll be dancing in the night
We don’t get up to no good
Because it will be still quite Light

Last year there was some Hippies
All dressed up, Oh what a sight
One had got her nose pierced
A fat girls dress was too tight

log on log on log on
We’d all just get along
If YOU could sing a song
log on log on log on

Don’t forget me, when you give your speech
Don’t forget me, when the top you reach
Don’t forget me, as you climb higher
Don’t forget me, as one to admire

Don’t forget me, as you make your way
Don’t forget me, as your sunny day
Don’t forget me, that when you were down
Don’t forget me, when I was your clown

Don’t forget me, when you have a bath
Don’t forget me, as I made you laugh
Don’t forget me, in your new life trend
Don’t forget me, cause I’m your best friend

Don’t forget me, when you need some cheer
Don’t forget me, I shall still be here
Don’t forget me, like you’ve done before
Don’t forget me, now you’ve closed the door

I’m not feeling good, but I’m not too bad.
I’m not feeling happy, but I’m not feeling sad
I’m not feeling dopey, I bet that grumpy’s glad

Think positive and be cool.
Think negative you’re a fool
Think about the good in your life.
Your family, partner or maybe your wife.
Don’t be nasty, try to be kind

Do you recall when our love was still new
When I was at work, I’d always ring you
Meeting for lunch no matter the weather
We just enjoyed spending time together
Remember all the hard times we got through
Every day our love just grew and grew
I still see your smile, and hear your laughter
You thought that you knew what I was after

Our love was warm, but now it’s cold and blue
I’m thinking, pondering, just what to do
Did our love just die? Where did we go wrong?
If there’s a chance for us? I can be strong!
Look, I’ll do whatever you want me to
We had a love, stronger than any glue
To me you are still young and beautiful
This past year you’ve treated me like a fool

Remember Cheery Tree Blossom Avenue?
We’d walk down there after we’d had a few
Loving looks walking down the avenue
Happy times, when it was just me and you
I recall a Cherry Tree Avenue
I wish that you could remember it too
When we fell in love on that avenue
There’s now three, when there should only be two..

Yes it’s me time
I owe you no apology
You’ve had nearly all I’ve got
Now I must be on my way

Because it’s me time
I just wanna be on my own
I’ll do what’s best for me
So I need to be left alone

Yes this is me time
I just need to do some thinking
Some peace and tranquility
You know I won’t be drinking

For it’s me time
Can you see it in my eyes
I need some time for me
I’ve always hated goodbyes

This is me time
I can deal with the physical pain
It can’t really hurt me
I think I’m just staying sane

This is just me time
I’ve gotta think of number one
Instead of everyone else
To undo all the knots I’ve done

I just need some me time
Do things I feel I need to do
I’ve nothing left to give
It isn’t me this time it’s you.

I need my me time
I am trying to make you understand
That it’s not easy being me
So with a virtual wave of my hand

this is me time,
time for just myself
I’ll be in touch some day
when I’m in better health

I didn’t mean to spurt you
I’m sorry that it caught your eye
I didn’t try to spurt you
I’m just a winking guy

I was writhing on the floor
As you opened the front door
The eruption from inside
As I lay there on my side

I didn’t mean to spurt you
I’m sorry that it caught your eye
I didn’t try to spurt you
I’m just a winking guy

I now need a place to hide
Just until you do decide
I’m gonna get so much pain
I will never wink again

I didn’t mean to spurt you
I’m sorry that it caught your eye
I didn’t try to spurt you
I’m just a winking guy

Look out babe, for the winking guy
Keep away from his winking eye.

Awkwardly
Why can’t sex be like it used to be
Things don’t come so easily to me
Once A Day is now awkwardly

Why I
Need a blow? I don’t know, I couldn’t say
I know right from wrong, how I long for
Once A Day

Once A Day
Making love was more than just foreplay
We all need a shag or go astray
It was nice’n'easy Once A Day

If she
Didn’t know, how to blow, I wouldn’t say
She said
This is long, sing a song for Once A Day

Once A Day
Making love was more than just foreplay
Now once a week, every Sunday
It used to be hot Once A Day

Oh to be young again, Once A Day
Oh how I dream of Once A Day
I remember Once A Day
It seems just like Yesterday! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1

Is poetry an addiction
Not like drugs, or sniffing glue
If there was no more poems
Tell me what would we all do

Poetry can’t bring peace on Earth
Or feed the starving masses
As I look all around me
I see how fast time passes

Poetry can be really fun
But you need to beware of the cat
I know it’s unusual, it’s not a dog
This pussy, you can’t stroke or pat

I’m a thinker, a hopeless thinker
And I think, when I can
I’m just a thinker, a lonely thinker
And I think, like a man

You may deem my thinking’s not so tough
Some days when I feel I’ve had enough
I come here and read all of your stuff

I’m a thinker, a desperate thinker
When I think, I think I can
I’m a thinker, a forlorn thinker
When I think, I have no plan

There are days when I’m feeling down
On days when my face wears a frown
I visit the best site in town

I’m a thinker, a simple thinker
Why I think? Because I can
I’m a thinker, a private thinker
And I’ll think, without a fan

There are moments when I’m sitting here
Thinking about all of my worst fears
All this thinking brings a flood of tears……..

You just walk in my door
Drop your bags on the floor
Just like you’ve done before
I don’t love you anymore

You’re standing in the hall
But I’m not playing ball
Why are you here at all?
You’re heading for a fall

Please don’t call me your “mate”
You’re starting to irritate
I don’t want to get irate
As it’s getting very late

I don’t want you to explain
Why you’ve turned up here again
You can’t treat me with disdain
I won’t go through anymore pain

I’ll leave the past in the past
Broken bones in plaster-cast
You came first, and I was last
So my friend, get out of here fast…….

On an island a Hebridean Island, the money is real tight
The fuel prices on a far flung Island, are higher than they might
Near a Castle, a working castle, the tourists sleep tonight
In the village, where Vikings pillage, a pussy gets a fright

Be still now people, my feckless people, the Viking looks a sight
Hush please people, don’t fret please people, your dollar will be alright
Sleep on tourists, you’re dreaming tourists, No Vikings want to fight
There, there, people, sleep on now people, I’ll leave on the hall light

They’re on their way, you’re in their way, get out their way
They’re on their way, you’re in their way, get out their way

I wish I could up-sticks and walk away
But that would only hurt my family
All this anguish is burning me inside
Why can’t I go out, I’ve nothing to hide
I just don’t know what to do with my health
Life seems pointless to me, I’m not myself

Oh the things that I’d love to be able to do
Are they out of my reach, just like you.
I just can’t think what to do
I’m so empty inside, and that’s the truth
I wish that I could go back to my youth
Life was better, when I was fit
And I knew what to do with it

Though now I’m feeling so blue
Why should I tell this to all of you?
Sitting here feeling sorry for myself
Wondering what to do about my health
Is this the best life’s gonna be?
I can see the future for me
And It’s depressing what I see
I just don’t know………….
Should I just go?

Drug addicts stand in line for their medication
Old ladies admire the doctors dedication
Waiting for pills to treat their bladder infection
Smiling faces can’t hide feelings of dejection

A proud young boy showing his new stamp collection
A teacher sighs, in a moment of reflection
A note from the Head “Another school inspection”
Searching for a novel imperfect perfection?

Little children can’t understand segregation
Through their eyes it’s just a form of degradation
Another naughty boy getting his detention
To break every school rule is his intention

He’ll learn as he grows all about evolution
A political mind that craves devolution
All the brothers waiting for his revolution
Powerful people teaching him elocution

Down the road there will be a new constitution
People demanding to purge the institution
Same old faces point in the same old direction
While he sits alone, head in hands, in dejection

The young men continue with their masturbation
The Catholic church dishing out castigation
Farmer struggling with his irrigation
G M crops are becoming an irritation

On an island a Hebridean Island, the money is real tight
The fuel prices on a far flung Island, are higher than they might
Near a Castle, a working castle, the tourists sleep tonight
In the village, where Vikings pillage, a pussy gets a fright

Be still now people, my feckless people, the Viking looks a sight
Hush please people, don’t fret please people, your dollar will be alright
Sleep on tourists, you’re dreaming tourists, No Vikings want to fight
There, there, people, sleep on now people, I’ll leave on the hall light

They’re on their way, you’re in their way, get out their way
They’re on their way, you’re in their way, get out their way

I’ve come here to annoy you once again.

Don’t worry friend I only tease.

I’ll sit and rest my aching knees.

We can have a chat, if you please.

Hello my friend, I wonder why,

When all around are happy, I just sigh?

Everyone will get their share.

Pizza Huts are everywhere.

Have you got a slice to spare?

I need joy, I want fun,

I’d like a home in the sun.

Don’t dwell too much on the past.

Life passes us by far too fast.

When you go to church pray for me.

Best wishes to you, and your family.

You teach your children right from wrong.

Let them play, they’ll get along.

I won’t ask them to sing a song.

Hello my friend, don’t be so shy.

Ballroom dancing, now that’s what I should try.

The entrance fee is very fare.

Ballroom Dancers Everywhere,

When you see them I’ll be there.

I seek joy, I like fun,

I’m just sitting in the sun.

Dwelling too much on the past.

Life has passed me by so fast.

Hello again, my faithfull one,

Took a chance and followed you to the sun.

You picked me up when I was down.

Made me smile instead of frown.

You are my favourite clown.

Hello my love, you know I try.

I can at times make you laugh, sometimes cry.

The children singing everywhere.

Music and love in the air.

The end is near, and I don’t care.

I found joy, I found fun,

Oh, at last I see my setting sun.

I’ve lived my life to the last,

It has just gone by so fast.

Live your life, and have fun.

Be careful in the sun.

Once another day has done,

Your family is number one…………

The past? A long lost love?

I need help from above

Just to give me a shove

I’ll travel near and far

To where the lovers are

Take a spin in my car

To catch a fallen star

I don’t know what to do?

Is my love something new?

Are we the chosen few?

Drink Champagne from his shoe

Do you think that I’m prude?

I’m just not in the mood

You’re being very rude

I thought you understood

I can’t see you today

Tell me to go away

Sorry, what did you say?

You think that I am Gay?

My memory could be amazed
Yet it’s been erased
I have nothing planned
My Brain could use a hand

Lines cannot be found
Please look all around
I’ll get a helping hand
This Poem’s a futile stand

Have I lost my mind?
Poetry I’m sure you’ll find
Sometimes, can be unkind
By those who are unsigned

Just ignore the sods
Let them pray to their gods
You know I have no shame
Poetry’s a funny game.

The way she walks, the way she talks.
Her emotional stresses, the way she dresses.
Her husbands gaffes, the way she laughs.
Her choice of shoes, is that really news?
The color of her hair, dark, blond or fair.
The food she cooks, the way she looks.
Her lipstick choice, her pitch of voice.
‘Can you Iron my shirt? ‘ A shout that hurt.
Were her tears all fake, too much rouge a mistake?
Her mature womanly grooves, the way that she moves
Her policies are all on show, isn’t that all they need to know?
They don’t want a woman to rule, and that’s why they’re being so cruel
If she was a man, or even black, the agenda could be the war in Iraq.
I don’t know if she’s right for the job, but think, before you open your gob

There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can SHOUT OUT
To end all their brutal war games
We Want Peace

Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Got to be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking is Free

All we want is Peace
All we need is Peace
All we ask is Peace, Please
Peace is all we want

All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want

Something we can ask,
Before it’s blown
Something we can grow
Before it’s grown
Small green shoots of Peace
To educate next infancy
Believe me

All we want is Peace
All we crave is Peace
All we wish is Peace, please

Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.

All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,
All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.
Peace is all we want,
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need,
Peace is all we need………………

Sometime my mind gets lost
How much will all this cost
Can’t get my brain engaged
It can make me so enraged
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

Yet in my mind, I’ve to make a decision
I better get deep into constructive revision
But I haven’t got a clue
Now I don’t know what to do
Life feels like it’s ebbing away
I feel like I’m going astray
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

I can’t remember all the good stuff
When will we know if we’ve got enough?
Can you reform me in here?
Is this the right hemisphere?
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

You may not like me, but I don’t care
You may not see me, I’m everywhere
You may not hear me, but don’t despair
You may not want me, I’ll still be there
I’m here for you
I’m hear for you

I don’t want to keep doing this anymore
I don’t want to live like this and that’s for sure
I wish that I could get better and get out of this hell
I wish there was something, anything, to make me well

I’m not like the man I used to be
Why do I think that you’re all laughing at me
I’m not him anymore I’m not he
Is there something about me that I don’t see

You think my situation is funny
You think I’m in it just for the money
I thought you were the nice ones
I’ve seen many lonely setting Suns

The tastiest drink is after hours
We’ll get yours, and you’ll get ours
Do I write all this poor attempts at poetry
Due to my ever growing insecurity

I don’t drive now, I’m a fool
Taking chances is not cool
Now I’m sitting in my cell
In my head, I burn in Hell

Putin, you are a popular leader
Why? I do not know
Please keep on talking
Let your juices flow
You’re not my favourite world leader
If you retired, what would you do?
What is this war about? I haven’t a clue?

A rainy night in Georgia, a hard rain
The Midnight Train To Georgia, feel the pain
Georgia is on my mind, another war
The Russian Bear sharpens its claws once more

Peace keeping? Stopping the Ethnic Cleansing?
An invasion is what you’re commencing
Is this another hundred year war?
Is South Ossetia worth dying for?

The butchery of innocents, the ruination
The destruction of war, the annihilation
A Georgian melting pot is still stewing
A school of learning is now a ruin

Sign on the dotted line, more info. please, a local inspector

A Property Surveyor, and A Fleet Support Co-ordinator

A Contaminated Land Assistant, P.A. to Chairman & Director

A Respite Support Manager, and a Business Advisor

Asbestos Co-ordinator, and a Community Neighbourhood Manager

A Director of Finance, and a Financial Controller

Training and Risk Manager, and an on-line Production Editor

Medical Field Service Engineer, A Plant Hire Controller

A Dental Therapist, and A Mental Health Social Worker

A job is a job, and you could be onto a winner

Don’t go to an interview dressed up like a dogs dinner

The winner doesn’t always take it all

You don’t really have to keep your eye on the ball

Don’t get your fingers in too many pies

Don’t expect a politician to apologise

Does a stitch in time really save nine?

If what’s yours is yours, then what’s mine is mine?

If you spare the rod, do you spoil the child?

Do you know of anyone, really, born to be wild?

What have all the new good guys done?

Were the good guys really that good?

Are the good guys in a foul mood?

Their “White Cowboy Hats” going grey?

Who’ll live to fight another day?

If ignorance is trully bliss?

Can I give the order to “Dismiss? ”

One more war, ending childrens lives?

Tanks, soldiers, rifles, guns, and knives?

Looting, murder, rape and pillage?

This was once, a peaceful village?

Mothers with babies, lost and scared?

Crying out loud “We thought YOU cared? ”

A Peace Treaty that has been signed?

But will it bring THEM peace of mind?

Another day, the fog of war?

Another choice, just like before?

Another way, killing no more?

Another voice, settling a score?

Differing ways, different times?

Peace-Keepers with mountains to climb?

Miss the start, now don’t miss the end?

Has the Human Race got a friend? ?

There’s no love here, only emptiness
Nothing here for you, just bitterness
You broke my heart, but it did not die
I’m over you now, and that’s no lie

Pictures of you I threw in the bin
I always hated your dimpled chin
Standing there with that look on your face
Why are you here, infecting my space?

When you left me crying on the floor
You hurt me so much, now there’s the door
Loving you was my only mistake
I was sleeping, now I’m wide awake

For that I refuse to apologise

I’ve broken the chains that kept me tied down

No consent needed to watch a sun-rise

I have to be me, I’ve got to be me

You know, deep down inside, that this is true

You say that you love me, just let me go

Free my mind, and perhaps I’ll still love you

Nothing I did was good enough for you

You always thought that I was a dreamer

Dreaming that you’d say those three little words

I was your pupil, you were my teacher

There is still love for you here in my heart

Please let me be me, I need to be free

I don’t intend to run away from you

I just need to be set free and be me

Come with me, take my hand, I’ll lead the way

Sometimes in life, we have to take a chance

Stop trying to keep up with the Jones’

May I have the pleasure of the next dance

Can you hear the music playing our song

Que sera sera, what will be will be

No more chains tying us down anymore

We need to be free, I need to be me

May you read my thoughts tomorrow
Even though you’ll wonder why, from time to time
You can read all my other thoughts
You may believe you know me, but that’s fine
For the fun times

I think a lot, don’t tell my mother
And I’ll write on, until the day that you won’t read me
I’ll carry on, maybe I’ll tell you ’bout my brother
Better not, I never know where that might lead me

May you read my thoughts tomorrow
Even though you’ll wonder why, you do some time
You can read all those other thoughts
I do believe you know me, and that’s fine
For the Fun Times…..

I like to come here, now and again
But don’t start thinking you’ve got me trained
And if I come here, I will not curse
I’m sure my body will end up in a hearse
It’s not a poem, oh no.
Just some words…

Do you get the picture, before I fall
The grass is greener, that’s why I’m here
It’s really quite good for my sore back
I know you’ll go, and not hang around for me
It’s not a poem, Oh No
Just some words

Oh will you get the door for me
Oh did we get some posts
Oh you’ll get no help from me
Oh you won’t get no toast

It’s not a poem, I don’t regret it
It’s just a little note I’m sending you
I’ve got some words to cheer you up
And it won’t take too long, before it will all fade
So do hold on, and I’ll try to be strong
It’s not a poem
Just some words

There is no dress code in my little world
You can wear a suit, a skirt, or a frock
What you wear is of no importance here
You will need more faces than the town hall clock

Be lazy, be crazy, be who you think you are
Don’t sit there waiting to die, come with me
You can put into practice all of your dreams
I can be your best friend, or your worst enemy

You’re in my world, there are no rules here
Just follow your nose, and use common-sense
There is no leader here, there is no god
Get out of your head, but don’t take offence

Scientists don’t agree, their views are now pointless
Statistics you show me, are completely useless
Global warming we see, millions will be homeless
Experts wanting a fee, their point of view worthless

Our world leaders possess, the facts and the power
Yet they always digress, while young children cower
Soon our world could regress, no tree and no flower
Going “Green” to impress, a bath or a shower?

We need to be bolder, go out and agitate
Before we get older, this planet cannot wait
Leaders that are colder, will have to gravitate
No chip on my shoulder, help now, it’s not too late

Stay with me, and hold my hand
Be gentle now, not too tight
I just need you here with me
I know this is my last night

I’ve done things I knew were wrong
But do try to understand
I won’t be here tomorrow
So stay here and hold my hand

You can see what’s done is done
Let me go, I have no fight
Feeling tired, I need to sleep
Will you stay with me tonight?

I can’t face this on my own
Will you stay until the end?
I’m so glad that you are here
Can you stay with me my friend?

I feel life draining away
I just want to say goodbye
So sit here with me my love
Until the moment I die………………….

* Bracketed lines are the words of the man() ….

I’ll write, just for you
When’s the baby due?
It has got to be true
So, this verse is for you

I’ll write, just for you
Because that’s what I do
The lines are very few
It’s not something new

Oh, this is one for you
You and I are two
Do you want me to
Stick to you like glue
Because that’s what I’ll do

A baby all soft and new
I’ll be there for you
If you need me to
Don’t get in a stew
You’re not a silly moo
This verse is just for you.

Are you a Christian?
What does it mean for you?
If Jesus returned to Earth
What do you think He’d do?

I was another man,
But now I’m gone
I was a thinker
But now I’m done
This thought is over
What more can I add?
I’ve had some good times
But I’m often feeling sad
I’ve been in many guises
Yes I know you think I’m mad

This thought is over
It’s getting near the end
This is the last verse
Thank you for being my Friend
So all you people out there
This is nearly all over
Yes I was only thinking
But now I’m in clover

Sisters, don’t leave me, and I won’t leave you
I read for you, but you didn’t read me
I wish I could ask you
Just why? Oh why?

Friends learn how to walk, before you try to run
I tried to crawl, and now I’m nearly done
And now I beg of you
Don’t cry, don’t cry

Brothers please stay, Don’t go away
Sisters don’t go, please stay home
Friends do visit me, I feel so alone
I won’t cry, I don’t cry…….

Somewhere gathering dust
Wondering who best to trust
Once bitten, twice is shy
The truth you can’t deny

A slight imperfection
Just one more correction
At first I was impressed
By the lights of Budapest

A journey through my mind
Can sometimes be unkind
Searching for some sanity
And found no humanity

Things that one should protect
Nothing’s ever perfect
No more brain cells shrinking
Cut out late night drinking

Life is gone in a flash
A rocky journey, still we slash
Some day I may come back
Try cutting yourself………………………………. some slack

“Tommy keep your head down” a voice did say
Tommy saw the “Insurgents” run away
Tommy felt a burning pain in his head
Tommy fell to the ground, and Tommy’s dead

Tommy did not wish to die in the sand
Tommy had a wife,5 kids, all unplanned
Tommy had a widow and 5 orphans
Tommy has donated all his organs

Tommy was a soldier in the army
Tommy knows all the “Top Brass” are barmy________________

“Tommy keep your head down” a voice did say
Tommy saw the “Insurgents” run away
Tommy felt a burning pain in his head
Tommy fell to the ground, and Tommy bled

Tommy did not wish to die in the sand
Tommy had a wife,5 kids, all unplanned
Tommy has a widow and 5 orphans
Tommy has donated all his organs

Tommy was a soldier in the army
Tommy knows all the “Top Brass” are barmy________________

I don’t love you, like I used to love you
All our troubles made me cry, now my eyes are dry
So I don’t love you like I could
No I don’t love you like I should

Probably all the drugs playing with my brain
Making me think the way I do
I hear the pitter-patter of the rain
I need to tell you, I have to tell you, I better tell you

I don’t love you, like I used to love you
Are our troubles in the past? How long will that last?
Oh I don’t love you like before
No I don’t love you, yes I’m sure

But How could I possibly say that I’m going away?
Or that I’ve had enough of you
Maybe I’ll just stay for another day
I still love you, oh yes I do

I still love you, like I used to love you
All the money, all the wealth, won’t buy me good health
I know I love you so much more
I know it’s you that I adore
I know I love you like before

Never letting the bastards grind you down
Keep on smiling and never wear a frown
What does not kill you can make you stronger
Live fast, die young, go slow and live longer?

Will the Earth ever meet its Waterloo?
Why should I have to mind my “P’s & Q’s? ”
Do we now care about life way too much?
If we can look, surely then we can touch

If life is a joke I just don’t get it
If you have no aim in life, you’ll hit it
To forgive is divine, to forget is..?
Why do we think that ignorance is bliss?

It felt so good, she smelled so sweet
Just like old times kissing her feet
Until Sunday, Oh Sunday,

She is my girl, and I’m her man
We’ll make it work, I know we can
Next Sunday, Next Sunday.

We’ll talk things through, we’ll do it right
I’ll see her next Saturday night
And Sunday, Next Sunday

We’re Sunday People,
Not going to church, left in the lurch
We’re Sunday People,
We’re mowing the lawn, we’re all getting on

Sharing a drink to celebrate
Why did we ever separate?
On Sunday, On Sunday

Out road testing a brand new car
Holding on to a distant star
On Sunday, On Sunday

Working all week to buy a home
Keeping in touch by telephone
Not Sunday, Not Sunday

We’re Sunday People,
We’ll go for a drive, have dinner at five
We’re Sunday People,
A walk on the beach, no sermon to preach

We live life hot, and live it fast
God knows how long all this will last
One Sunday, One Sunday

Going to church, saying a prayer
Read the Bible, and get your share
On Sunday, On Sunday

We’re Sunday People,
Reading the Good Book, No dinner to cook
We’re Sunday People
Not watching TV, Now that we’re holy

You know the past can’t be changed
The future can be re-arranged
If you can think it, then do it
Don’t die thinking that life’s been shit

Nothing stays the same for ever
Be kind to yourself, be clever
Focus on the good things in life
Talk things through with husband or wife

Try to be open and honest
Do things that YOU like doing best
Have an affair, a bit of romance?
Go on a trip to Paris, France

Live for the moment, for the day
Love your life, live it your own way
Try to learn how to love yourself
This is about you, not myself…….

We have got a new book club
We also have a class in photography
If you know how a digital camera works
Could you please enlighten me

At the Summer Solstice
We were dancing in the night
We didn’t get up to no good
Because it was still quite Light

Last year there was some Hippies
All dressed up, Oh what a sight
One had got her nose pierced
A fat girls dress was too tight

If you can catch the postie
On a street or avenue
Ask him where’s my mums postcard
The card sent by me and you

We’d all just get along
If YOU could sing a song
I could go on and on
But my brain has gone

Each night you go out to play
Searching for some place to stay
Sleeping it off through the day
For your deeds some day you’ll pay

On the prowl for a new slave
Lonely souls are not that brave
Feeling loved you really crave
Heading for an early grave

A better life you must find
Open your eyes, don’t stay blind
Pleasant thoughts enter your mind
Your dark days now left behind

Found love, a love without ties
Only dead men tell no lies
Looking deep into her eyes
As your new born baby cries

A new life you have now found
Foundations deep in the ground
Smiling faces all around
The kiss of life? Have you drowned?

Thoughtful words before the end
A wave goodbye to all my friends
This poet won’t be writing anymore

Happy thoughts, before bye-bye
Catch falling stars before they die
This writer doesn’t post here anymore,

This means nothing to you
To know just what to do
But this is not much new
When I feel so blue, but can’t get through

Over and Out, There’s no doubt
I can not shout, what’s it all about?
Over and Out

All my dreams, pie in the sky
Start a line, then wonder why
I can’t be chasing rainbows evermore

My sun has set after all
On the beach, the world seems so small
And yes it’s true, pride comes before a fall

Over and Out, this time for sure
Over and Out, there is no cure
Over and Out, my thoughts are pure
Over and Out.

The bigger the bank the harder the fall
Do all good things have to come to an end?
Financial institutions at deaths door.
Searching for someone with money to lend

Trying hard to keep the wolves from the door
Bankers biting off more than they can chew
they now know, all that glitters is not gold
Never try to bite the hand that feeds you

Rising like a Phoenix from the ashes
In a nutshell, they’ll be saved by the bell
And not between a rock and a hard place
The blind lead the blind on the road to hell

Just popped in to see if anyone would be here.
Sun is shining, though not warm for this time of year
Summer has packed it’s bags, heading south to dream
Autumnal shades pouring all over Mother Nature’s cream

The garden furniture all put away for one more year
Shorts, pastel shades, flip-flops are not winters gear

No one at home just now everyone’s got a life
Keep sitting here all alone, waiting for my wife
Just waiting, always waiting, plenty of time to spare
Come on in, sit by the fire a while in a cosy armchair

Have a chat, a chin-wag, a problem halved is a problem shared
Talking to myself again, I thought that someone, anyone cared
Only wanting a wee chat, I’m not looking for a friend
Oh well that’s it then, like summer this is the end!

How do you cope?
Knowing your world has just been torn apart?
Now that the end is beginning to start
In the future she’ll make new relations
Make big decisions without temptations

How do you cope?
Life slipping away no ladders to climb.
No use inquiring, there’s so little time
Time that can’t be stopped, or paused, nor left behind
There’s no solution, and that’s on your mind

How do you cope?
So you sense that life is ebbing away
No doubt she has somewhere secure to stay
She’ll live on as the world won’t stop turning
Memories of you, she will be yearning

How do you cope?
Looking back at life with no more sorrow?
Dreaming about a fresh day tomorrow
Waiting for results of another test
Always smiling, and hoping for the best

How do we cope?
An empty bed in a desolate room?
A delicate flower, always in bloom
A loving mother cut down in her prime
Emotional scars may be healed by time

Waiting for the sun to rise
Right before our very eyes
Dark skies turn slowly to blue
Dawn breaks on the Avenue

Take a stroll along the beach
A shooting star out of reach
It’s so calm, before the storm
Early sunshine, not too warm

A host of sparrows fly by
as the sun lights up the sky
Nature’s a thing of beauty
Have to leave, it’s my duty

Catch the early morning flight
Will phone you sometime tonight
Don’t like leaving you like this
No more tears, part with a kiss

Got to sweep the floor, have to sweep the floor
Got to clean the brush, I must clean the brush
Got to mop the floor, need to mop the floor
Got to rinse the mop, take my time, don’t rush

Got to keep house clean, need to keep house clean
Got to vacuum clean, I’ll need to rest then
Got to polish wood, coffee table’s good
Got to clean it right, count from one to ten

Need to go again, got to go again
Got to shake the drips, Got to squeeze them out
Got to wash my hands, have to wash my hands
The towel’s not dry, now I scream and shout

Can’t do this no more, got to carry on
Got to see the light, my SAD little light
Got to just sit still, got to be happy
Got to stop crying, got to go tonight

Fond memories now erased
Yet no one has been amazed
As there is nothing new planned
My Brain could sure use a hand

Old posts that cannot be found
Please help and look all around
Got to get a helping hand
Blogging is a futile stand

Not going to lose my mind
Blogging I’m sure that you’ll find
Sometimes, can be so unkind
By those who remain unsigned

Just ignore the silly sods
Watch them praying to their gods
Now you know I have no shame
Blogging is a funny game.

It’s like a different world
As another stone is hurled
Then we came under attack
I was injured in my back

Got taken to the Field Tent
Thought of you, breathed in your scent
Raised voices, it’s all a blur
All the surgeons did concur

The bullet just missed my spine
Don’t worry love, I’ll be fine
Learning to walk, yet again
Gritting my teeth, through the pain

Morphine patches, pain relief
Army Medics give me grief
Keep dreaming of me and you
and our Sunshine Avenue

You said that you’d open my eyes
You said that you’d tell me no lies
You said that I’d be blown away
You said that I should sit and pray

You said that I’d be shown the truth
You said that you’d give me my youth
You said that you’ll free me from pain
You said that I’d love life again

Well I don’t, and it’s you I blame
Needed you, but you never came
You’re not there for me, that I know
Doing this is all just for show

Ooh look at me, I’m doing good
All your worries are understood
In you I put my faith and trust
Promises made have turned to dust

Sick and tired being sick and tired
Losing a job is like getting fired
A woman’s work may never be done
When she’s out on the town having fun

So worried at being so worried
A Murray should never be hurried
Failing to plan is planning to fail
Big city bankers going to jail

Don’t try to walk before you can crawl
The winner will always take it all
Empty vessels can make the most noise
Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys

Very boring being a big bore
History repeats itself once more
Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie
Too many fingers, not enough pie

There should be a pain exchange shop
Anything to make this pain stop
It would be open every day
And it would take my pain away

Look for pain, on the internet
Pain-free shopping is not here yet
Go to Ebay to place a bid
Gnawing pain, I’ve got to get rid

Do anything to be pain-free
Suicide? Nah, that’s not for me
Ten years now, and I still can’t cope
In the future, will there be hope?

I’ve got to keep on keeping on
Tomorrow my pain could be gone
I’m lying to myself, once more
Time to exit, show me the door!

They have elected Barack Obama
Now he’s a good man who loves his Grandma
Won’t make a crisis out of a drama
Or put our Earth in a state of trauma

A black President brings equality
Lead the globe away from insanity
Show the world America’s dignity
No more race hate and animosity

No longer needing to discriminate
World leaders wanting to co-operate
Awaiting the chance to participate
In the promised change, but they’ll have to wait.

Needing to speak to HER, to hear HER voice
On the ‘phone, or face to face, it’s HER choice

Did not do this wrong out of sheer badness
Done it as my heart was full of sadness
Leaving me alone when my mood was black
So that was a way of hitting you back
Not a word said as you walked out the door
When I was down and crying on the floor
You closed your eyes so that you did not see
That’s why it’s over between you and me

Knowing, that you have no shame
This war is a losers game
Tanks and jeeps, big guns you aim
Life will never be the same

History you’re trying to make?
Children left dying in your wake
You know this war’s a huge mistake
All your reasons have been proved fake

Do Suicide Bombers scare you?
Dying for their cause, what to do?
Your plans and schemes are nothing new
Like numbers plucked out of the blue

Have the courage to end the fight
Don’t believe that this war is right
You’re no beacon, or shining light
Dying children, kept out of sight

The world’s a mess, it’s not too late
To prove you care, and demonstrate
That you will not discriminate
Then you’ll make the Grim Reaper Wait

Shrinking violets hide their feelings
Drinking violence wounds not healing
Stinking arrogance no more dealings
Thinking at a glance not appealing

Directing traffic needs direction
Inspecting tactics for inspection
Infecting colic for infection
Reflecting panic aids reflection

Impressive magic creates confusion
Depressive manic requires solution
Digressive tactic trading pollution
Repressive? Tragic? Too much intrusion?

Devolving power is not Devolution
Revolving doors, spinning Revolution
Electric currents killing Electrocution
Evolving mankind stopping Evolution

Sick and tired being sick and tired
Losing a job is like getting fired
A woman’s work may never be done
When she’s out on the town having fun

So worried at being so worried
A Murray should never be hurried
Failing to plan is planning to fail
Big city bankers going to jail

Don’t try to walk before you can crawl
The winner will always take it all
Empty vessels can make the most noise
Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys

Very boring being a big bore
History repeats itself once more
Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie
Too many fingers, not enough pie

Are you a Christian?
What does it mean for you?
If Jesus returned to Earth
What do you think He’d do?

I was another man,
But now I’m gone
I was a thinker
But now I’m done
This thought is over
What more can I add?
I’ve had some good times
But I’m often feeling sad
I’ve been in many guises
Yes I know you think I’m mad

This thought is over
It’s getting near the end
This is the last verse
Thank you for being my Friend
So all you people out there
This is nearly all over
Yes I was only thinking
But now I’m in clover

Don’t Forget Me? (Please?)

I’ll maybe see you sometime, downtown You know that I’d never wear you down Look after yourself, please take good care I wish that we had more time to spare I knew that one day soon, you’d make it I knew that I could never really take it Don’t forget me, when you give your speech Don’t forget me, when the peak you reach Don’t for get me, as you climb much higher Don’t forget me, I’m not the one to admire Don’t forget me, as you go on your way Don’t forget me, I was your sunny day Don’t forget me, that when you were down Don’t forget me, when I was your clown Don’t forget me, when you relax in a bath Don’t forget me, didn’t I make you laugh Don’t forget me, in your new life trend Don’t forget me, cause I’m your best friend Don’t forget me, when you need some cheer Don’t forget me, I shall still be here Don’t forget me, like you’ve done before Don’t forget me, please don’t close the door

Island Blogging

Blogging is quite a new thing But how long will it last We can’t predict the future And we can’t undo the past Is blogging an addiction Not like drugs, or sniffing glue If there was no more blogging Tell me what would we all do Blogging can’t bring peace on Earth Or feed the starving masses As I look all around me I can not find my glasses Blogging can be really fun But you need to beware of the cat I know it’s unusual, it’s not a dog This pussy, you can’t stroke or pat This blogging site is quite safe Our Carols both like a wee dram It’s BBC Island Blogging, ye see But never, ever mention SPAM We have a few bloggers from Ness That Calumannabel is a chancer And a lovely lass in Sanday, Orkney Who’s a cracker of a belly-dancer There’s something for everybody here Just ask that nice man mjc from NM USA But watch out for Barney from Swithoid He’s set his sights on our otter Squidgy So if it’s blogging fun yer after Stick your head round our IB door ‘Cause once yer in, ye’ll be welcome And at times, laughing on the floor This is the very last verse I’ll do Email Carol of IBHQ if ye have a queery It’s islandblogging@bbc.co.uk So now I just need to end with a Cheery… This weblog post is protected by the Performing Bloggers Society. And belive me, what a performance.

It’s Over?

Island Blogging doesn’t live here anymore. Thoughtful words before the end A last goodbye to all my friends Island Blogging won’t be posting anymore Happy thoughts, before bye-bye Catch falling stars before they die Island Blogging doesn’t post here anymore, It means nothing to you To know just what to do When I’m feeling so blue This is nothing new, we can’t get through It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. All our blogs, pie in the sky Start a post, then wonder why We can’t have Island Blogging anymore Our sun has set after all On the beach, the world seems so small And yes it’s true, pride comes before a fall It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, this time for sure

A Questionable War?

Knowing, that you have no shame This war is a losers game Tanks and jeeps, big guns you aim Life will never be the same History you’re trying to make? Children left dying in your wake You know this war’s a huge mistake All your reasons have been proved fake Do Suicide Bombers scare you? Dying for their cause, what to do? Your plans and schemes are nothing new Like numbers plucked out of the blue Have the courage to end the fight Don’t believe that this war is right You’re no beacon, or shining light Dying children, kept out of sight The world’s a mess, it’s not too late To prove you care, and demonstrate That you will not discriminate Then you’ll make the Grim Reaper Wait.

Looking For Love

Looking For Love.. A feeling of undiluted rejection Needing a little love, and some protection Keep looking in all the usual places Only saw pity, not love in their faces Keep trying so very hard to understand Your reasons for not wanting to hold my hand Get out of bed, and slowly walk down the stairs Feeling hurt and lonely, but nobody cares Yet again crying in the dark, all alone A heart of glass turned into a heart of stone I would not do to you, what you did to me Depression of the mind, yet you could not see Not looking for pity, just love and affection Please do not decline my love and attention Got to know you still want me to be your man Twenty years of marriage, now flushed down the pan

this is it

There now follows a Poetically Incorrect Poem, from the Author. The Author (that’s me) would like to take this opperchancity to apologise to his friends ( Oh yes I do have some, not many, but more than one) for not being able to contribute to your wonderfully constructed weblog postings. I have been reading them ( I was in the 3rd person thingy, but now I’m not, it’s not good English, I know, but hey, I’m not English, so why should I bother) and trying to comment on them, however, I changed my password recently, and can never remember it, but it’s in the system now, so I don’t have to remember it, I just need to remember my name ( not my actual real name, but my virtual name, ) then my PC does the rest. Now ( hopefully) here is a poem. Sick and tired being sick and tired Losing a job is like getting fired A woman’s work may never be done When she’s out on the town having fun So worried at being so worried A Murray should never be hurried Failing to plan is planning to fail Big city bankers going to jail Don’t try to walk before you can crawl The winner will always take it all Empty vessels can make the most noise Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys Very boring being a big bore History repeats itself once more Got to stop letting sleeping dogs lie Too many fingers, not enough pie That’s that then, emm, as ever thank you for coming to my little piece of the blogosphere, (well it isn’t all mine, I only rent the space, although the rent is very affordable, it’s free, zilcho, nothing, nowt, zero, etc.) and reading this thing that I did in this place that I did it in. If you learned something by reading this, then it’s all been worthwhile, it is also unlikely that you have learned anything by reading this, but you never know. Well I never seem to know, but that’s me, maybe you’re different? ( I do hope that, for your own sake, that you are different ) Oh well better go then, Chee ry…. Posted on Thewhitesettler at 10:31 Another Chatroom Experience……….. Posted: Thursday, 23 October 2008 3 comments It is very stormy here today, the Ferry never sailed, and will not sail today, therefore the supermarket shelves will be empty thewhitesettler: There are gusts of up to 75mph expected, so we’ll just have to ride it out again thewhitesettler: Winter is upon us yet again, oh how lovely thewhitesettler: Wait a minute, when I was at school ( I’ll admit, not very often) Autumn, or Fall ( for our American friends) followed Summer, has it changed since then? thewhitesettler: There are lots of changes these days, some good, some bad, mistakes are made, that’s alright, just as long as we don’t keep repeating the same mistake over and over and over again thewhitesettler: What is a mistake? thewhitesettler: One person may think it is a mistake, but another may disagree. thewhitesettler: But that is opinionated mistakes ( if there is such a word as opinionated? If not there is now) thewhitesettler: Like today, if you were to hang your washing out on the clothes line, you may think that the wind will dry your clothes, however, there is rain with the wind, so your clothes could be dry, then wet, then dry, then wet, as the wind and the rain fight one another to see who is the best thewhitesettler: And the point being? thewhitesettler: I’ve forgotten now, emm, give me a sec. thewh itesettler: The washing thing, is it a mistake? Well yes I think, your clothes may get blown away, and you would need to be awfy lucky to go out and get them in when they were in a dry state. That is when the wind is out-doing the rain. thewhitesettler: Yeah, but if it wasn’t raining when the washing went out, and it didn’t rain for an hour or so, then your washing may well be dry thewhitesettler: Ah, no I’m afraid not, you see, you’d have fallen into that old trap. The “Rain” is like the “Gas-Man” The “Parcel Delivery Man” and others, they wait until you go out ( after you’ve been waiting all day for them to call) then pop a postcard through your door, saying ” While you were out….blah, blah, blah” thewhitesettler: The “Rain” won’t pop a card through your letter box though, no “The Rain” waits until you’ve hung your very last bit of washing on your line, then even waits until you are safely back in the house, then “The Rain” will come down in torrents. thewhitesettler: So to sum things up, if it’s very windy, the rain won’t be too far away, in fact it’s ( the rain) possibly round the back having a quick smoke, before getting down to business thewhitesettler: Well you learn something new everyday, what you learn? thewhitesettler: I don’t know? Well nice chatting with you, sorry about the biscuits ( Cookies, in the States) maybe I’ll have a better selection next time. Cheery…. Posted on Thewhitesettler at 15:17 How Can20You Cope? Posted: Tuesday, 21 October 2008 8 comments How do you cope? Now that your life has been turned upside down Told not long to live, yet you smile, not frown Did life live up to your expectations? Could there be anymore implications? How do you cope? Knowing your world has just been torn apart? Now that the end is beginning to start In the future she’ll have new relations More decisions avoiding temptations How do you cope? Life slipping away no mountain to climb. No use inquiring, there’s so little time Time that can’t be stopped, or paused, nor left behind There’s no solution, and that’s on your mind How do you cope? Sensing that your life is ebbing away No doubt she has somewhere secure to stay She’ll live on as the world won’t stop turning Memories of you, she will be yearning How do you cope? Looking back at life fills you with sorrow Dreaming about a fresh day tomorrow Waiting for results of another test Always smiling, and hoping for the best How will she cope? Without her mother being beside her? Without her mothers hand there to guide her? We’ll tell her the truth, she’ll be enlightened She’ll be looked after, so don’t be frightened How do we cope? An empty bed in a cold and dark room A f ragile flower, no longer in bloom A loving mother cut down in her prime Emotional scars may be healed by time My thoughts behind this posting will be revealed through time. Posted on Thewhitesettler at 11:55 The Tws Phrase Answer Blog.( This blog has ADULT Content) Posted: Tuesday, 14 October 2008 3 comments I’ve tried to keep the sex and violence down to a minimum, but I still think that anyone under the age of 16 should close their eyes while reading this weblog posting. This is a bit of a toothless blog today, and will be from now on. I have all these “Phrases” or “Sayings” rattling around my brainbox, and sometime I wonder what they all mean, but now I know ( well I think I know, or I know what they mean to me, not that they have a deep significant meaning for me, just what they actually mean. Is that clear? Possibly not, but why change the habit of a life time ( a wee saying for some of you out there) so back to, oops) what they all mean, so here are a few I’ve sorted for you. 1) It’s not cheating, until you get caught. Well if you know it’s wrong, whatever you’re doing, then it’s still wrong. You could always catch yourself. 2) The sights you see when you don’t have a gun. This may be a reflection of how we see society, or it could be that it is a different reflection, like a mirror perhaps? 3) When I read about all the evils of dri nking, it just makes me want to give it up. So I don’t do very much reading anymore, usually because I’m too p*ss*d to see anything, which seamlessly brings me onto. 4) Avoid hangovers. Stay Drunk. Now I’ve tried this before, for scientific purposes only, and it didn’t always work, but I’ll kreep on trying. I think that if you keep to the same drink, and don’t mix your drinks, over a long period, it may work. 6) Some say that the glass is half full, while others say that the glass is half empty, however I can solve this, age old, problem, just drink whatever’s in the bloomin’ glass, then it’ll be empty. No more thinking there then. I have great faith in idiots, some of you may think that is self-confidence. That is quite possible, but at least I’ve got my faith to keep me going, and having faith is a good thing, unless you’re an idiot. 9) I have no enemies, only friends. A lot of my friends may not like me, but I still don’t have any enemies. Now as an example, or examples, I could say that EffCee is my friend, and that is true, I could also say that Ruthiebabe is my friend ( I’d like Ruthie to be a close friend, very close) and that all of you are my friends, but you don’t have to like me. 10)The grass is greener on the other side. Now that saying may well be true, however just be content with the knowledge that, no matter how green it is, you don’t have to cut it. 14) We are all responsible for our actions. Now20if you’re a celebrity you’re not, just as long as the press get a few pictures of you being irresponsible. 12) Computers may be able to beat men at chess, but they’re not so good at kick-boxing ( well the last one that beat me at chess wasn’t, look I don’t condone violence, but it was laughing at me, so a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do) 15) Love at first sight? That’s not true, you can’t just see someone then fall in love with them, unless they are very rich, or they have something that you want/desire/need? But that isn’t falling in love with the person, is it? Well that’s it people, I think that I’ve answered a few of the unanswerable questions that life has tossed our way. So I thank for coming to my humble little piece of the blogosphere, and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in ( although you should really be thanking me)this place being, the world (in)famous Island Blogging. Have we learned something from reading this weblog posting? I think that we all know the answer to that question ( unless you’re really stupid) don’t we? This blog was brought to you by me, I think, well I typed it in here, but Carol of IBHQ, will have to put it out here, for you to read, ach who cares. Cheery… Posted on Thewhitesettler at 05:46 An Autumnal Fall Posted: Monday, 06 October 2008 8 comments Does anybody out there want to listen to a story? It’s long and short, not very nice, but not too gory. Just popped in to see if anyone would be here. Sun is shining, though not warm for this time of year Summer has packed it’s bags, heading south to dream Autumnal shades pouring all over Mother Nature’s cream The garden furniture all put away for one more year Shorts, pastel shades, flip-flops are not winters gear No one on-line just now everyone’s got a life Keep sitting here all alone, waiting for my wife Just waiting, always waiting, plenty of time to spare Come on in, sit by the fire a while in a comfy armchair Have a chat, a chin-wag, a problem halved is a problem shared Talking to myself again, I thought that someone, anyone cared Only wanting a wee chat, I’m not looking for a friend Oh well that’s it then, like summer this is the end! Inner Being? Inside of our being, there is always a different us wanting to get out, but we keep it locked up inside, because we are afraid, but what are we afraid of? Being made to look foolish? Being hurt, emotionally or otherwise? I don’t know who said this ( a quote will follow) but it always seems to ring true with myself, ” The greatest fear of all, is fear itself” The fear of growing old alone? The fear of saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time? If you are attracted to another person, and deep down inside ( this is the being inside of us) you want to ask them to go out for a meal, or a few drinks, or even on a date, but you fear rejection, then you have to take a deep breath, and let your inner being out, and go and ask the person if they wish to go out on a date, or whatever. They may say yes, you will never know until you ask. Somedays we have to look at ourselves in the mirror, and give some encouragement to ourselves, like ” You can do that” or maybe ” At least give it a try” We may miss out on things in life, all because we keep our inner being locked away deep within our body. So just let it out, don’t be afraid to look foolish, don’t be scared of rejection, just do what you want to do. The more often you fall, or fail, the easier it becomes, but we must take the first step, and unlock the door to our inner-being, let it out, and you could have a great life, but be ready for knock-backs, take them in your stride, take them with a smile, never apologise for being different, or for letting your inner being out. Thank you for reading this… Mr. President The USA has had an election Let’s hope they have made the right selection We’re all flowing in the same direction Is there still time to make a correction? They have elected Mister Barack Obama Now he’s a good man who loves his Grandma Won’t make a crisis out of a drama Or put our Earth in a state of trauma A black President brings equality Lead the globe away from insanity Show the world America’s dignity No more race hate and animosity No longer needing to discriminate World leaders wanting to co-operate Awaiting the chance to participate In the promised change, but they’ll have to wait. Settings View Blog Preview A Post Thursday, 13 November 2008 An Education on Trust…….. I’ve always wanted my weblog postings, and my rhyming sentences, to be educational, and now it appears that they are. Suprising maybe? Yes, it’s possible, but to think of all those young sponge-like, minds taking in the words of yours trully ( that’s me, I think it is anyway, you never know though) it can bring a tear to a glass eye. Right then, my own educational experiences were not always nice ones, but that’s growing up for you, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I went to an RC school, and in my primary school it was alright, I did often wonder why I was the only Rangers fan in the school, but by the time I reached secondary school, I soon found out why. Now me being a Rangers fan, I did attend a number of football matches ( soccer games, for our American friends) involving Rangers playing Celtic, and one thing always puzzled me was why a lot of Celtic fans used to bless themselves everytime they saw Rangers fans? I remember being told, of how, in certain parts of Eire, that people on buses would bless themselves everytime they passed a church ( by blessing themselves I do mean that they did the sign of the cross thing, you know the thing that Catholics do, and they were not sneezing, or indeed others around them were not sneeezing, and they blessed themselves then, No not that blessing, the other one, is that clear then?) which is alright in Eire, because most of the churches are RC. Can you imagine the scene on the top of a double-decker bus in Glasgow ( not right on top, not on the roof, but on the upper deck) if the same applied here. RC 1- Oh there’s a church ( then blesses himself, remember nobody is sneezing) RC 2 – Ya eejit that ye are RC 1 – Whit? RC 2 – That wiz a Proddy church RC 1 – Do we no’ bless oorselves when we pass a Proddy church then? RC 2 No we do not. I think it might be a sin RC 1 – Oh NO, does that mean I’ll need tae go back tae confession RC 2 – Aye RC 1 – Whit aboot if I say a couple o’ Hail Mary’s and an Oor Faithers, wid that no dae? RC 2 – Dae I look like the Pope tae you? RC 1 – Ahm jist askin’, nae need tae get sarky. And anway, ye dae look a bit like the Pontiff. RC 2 – Whit dae ye mean by that? RC1 – Well you’ve got on a silly hat as well. RC 2 – Ya cheeky little b***** RC 1 – Oh here’s a church comin’ up? RC2 where? RC1 – Noo that’s a Cathlic church. RC 2 – Whit makes ye say that then? RC 1 – Well I open ma mooth and the words jist come flowin’ oot, but I’m no’ a scientist. So they can’t really do it in this country, so maybe Celtic fans blessing themselves on seeing a Rangers fan, is them believing that Rangers fans are of the same high esteem as RC chuches in Eire? Just a thought, that’s all, now do you trust me? Now here’s the words that the Head Teacher would like to be read out in Assembly. Ooohh, I’ve gone all warm inside, a nice feeling, what could it be? Trust What is trust? Who can we trust? Can we trust our loved ones? Can we trust each other? Do we need to earn trust? Can I trust you with a secret? Can we trust our police force? Can we trust our political masters? Can we trust what we hear? Can we trust our eyes? Can we trust the camera to never lie? Is trust very important to you? Without trust what do we have? Can we trust our landlords? Can we trust our children? Can we trust our friends? Without trust, there can be no friendship. Without friendship, there can be no trust. Do you trust me? Is trust the most important factor in a relationship? I trust that you will forgive me this one time COMMENTS….. Joy P***** (11/2/2008 10:43:00 AM) I am trying to write an assembly about trust and your poem conveys the message i am trying to give. I hope it is alright for the children to read it out. Thank you for reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in, this place being the (in)famous Island Blogging. Have you learned something by reading this? Well maybe, but remember if your wean, comes hame, talking all aboot trust, you’ll know where he/she has got it from. Cheery…. A Warmer Pussy I found this Ad. on a certain bidding website, and since I am so concerned for the safety, and indeed comfort of pussy cats, I thought that I should, share this with you all ( because, as you know, I am a caring, sharing kinda guy) I have tried to stick within the rules, regarding advertising, by asterixing some words, it is not due to sweary words, OH NO, never any sweary words on this blog, unlike some I could mention, but won’t, this being due to the ASBO application made by this certain bloggers legal eagle, Jill from Eeeeeekk, who never ventures out during the day, or so I’m told??? So that’s it then, if ye’ve got a pussy, and ye’d like tae keep yer pussy warm, then just let me know, and I’ll be glad to assist in anyway that I can. This product from A****** PET CARE . Your cat love to curl up on their Cosy Cat Radiator Bed,the purfect luxury for your pet. BRAND NEW & BOXED Fleecy cover for warmth & comfort Machine washable Stylishly designed Strong & durable Fits most single radiator Strong metal frame Warm and long lasting cover Easy to apply to radiators C*sy C*t Radiator B*d is designed to fit single or double steel panel radiators SINGLE:Fits radiators upto 36mm – 1.5″ thick DOUBLE : Fits between gap in radiators as long as the gap is a minimum 25mm – 1″ wide OH nearly forgot. Cheery….. I was just driving along a road, after dropping Herself off at work ( I didn’t really drop Her, I just stopped the car outside Her place of work, and she got out and went into her place of work, I hope that clears that up then?)and started to head back to The Croft, when there was a car in front of me, not an unusual event, cars being in front of me, but there was a car in front of me stationary, because some lorry driver had decided to stop to unload his goods during the 5 minute rush hour traffic. Well there were queues of traffic, so I was behind this car, and it had one of those stickers on it’s rear window and it read ” BABY ON BOARD” so what? Why do people insist on having these signs? It’s not as if I was going to smash into the car, but because there was the “BABY ON BOARD” sign, I decided not to ram into the back of the car. The thing about it is, there was NO BABY ON BOARD. So they are either lying about having a BABY, or they lost it somewhere? I just don’t understand why people have these signs on their car. Is it because they are showing the world that they can “Re-produce”? “Hey look at me, I’ve made a baby” Is that what these signs are all about? There’s even signs stating ” Little Princess On Board” So what! I was never going to crash into the car anyway. Some people eh? I’ve got Fred in doing the toilet/bathroom ( he’s not come here with a newspaper to do a No. 1, or No. 2, He’s refurbishing the bathroom for us) I think that all the stuff is here, although some bits are not correct, nothing is ever perfect, and I’m keeping well out of the way, not because I have something against Fred ( don’t go there FC) but I have the anti-midas touch, like the midas touch is stuff turned to gold, however my touch is the opposite. I have the car so that if I need a No. 2, I can pop into the car and drive to the Co-op, and use their toilet,( I will, of course purchase something from the Co-op, before using their loo, a newspaper possibly) or go to the Mother-in-laws place. Now that is smart thinking, and us poor peoples can’t afford to have 2 toilets like some blogger that resides on the Orkney Mainland, who shall remain nameless, as it could be construed as bullying, and I don’t want to bully EffCee, well I do in my dreams, although sometimes they turn into nightmares. Well that’s me, I’ll see if Fred wants his photo taken, whilst slogging away in the loo. Oh dear, the camera needs new batteries, and I’m going to take Boy to get his eyes tested, or something, so I’ll pop into that shop, the big shop in Stornoway that emm, is called something you get from sheep ( no not tics or meat, their furry bits, no not those bits, they’ve had the “Rubber Band” treatment, their coats) and the second syl, och to heck with it, it’s Wooolies. I’ll get those rechargeable batteries. I must have thrown the original ones away, how unlike me to do something stupid like that. Well better go now, this is getting the size of a book, or one of Moo’s blogs. Cheery… A Fool Stop. Oh See Dee. ( read 1 get 1 free) I’ve lost a full stop, And I need it for the end I’ve lost a full stop, It’s driving me round the bend I’ve lost a full stop, I wonder where it can be? I’ve lost a full stop, If you see it, please tell me I’ve lost a full stop, I better keep on looking I’ve lost a full stop, The banks books have been cooking I’ve lost a full stop, I can’t find it anywhere I’ve lost a full stop, Oh there it is, over there I lost a full stop, Now I have found it again I lost a full stop, It’s here now, right at the end. OH SEE DEE! Got to shake the drips, got to shake the drips Got to wash my hands, got to wash my hands Got to dry them right, got to dry them good Got to be done right, no-one understands Got to sweep the floor, need to sweep the floor Got to clean the brush, I must clean the brush Got to mop the floor, need to mop the floor Got to rinse the mop, take my time, don’t rush Got to keep house clean, need to keep house clean Got to vacuum clean, I’ll need to rest then Got to polish wood, coffee table’s good Got to clean it right, count from one to ten Got to go again, need to go again Got to shake the drips, Got to squeeze them out Got to wash my hands, have to wash my hands Got to towel dry, got to scream and shout Got to carry on, can’t do this anymore Got to see the light, my SAD little light Got to just sit still, got to be happy Got to stop talking, got to stop tonight Got to stop counting, I can’t help counting Got to sort it out, need to sort it out Got to clean my teeth, need to keep them clean Got to get some help, Got to there’s no doubt

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For every winner there’s more losers

As the porn actress said to the bishop

We should know that beggars can’t be choosers

The bigger the bank the harder the fall

Do all good things have to come to an end?

Financial institutions at deaths door.

Searching for someone with money to lend

Trying hard to keep the wolves from the door

Bankers biting off more than they can chew

 they now know, all that glitters is not gold

 never  try to bite the hand that feeds you

Rising like a Phoenix from the ashes

In a nutshell, they’ll be saved by the bell

And not between a rock and a hard place?

The blind lead the blind on the road to hell

The past is now history

Don’t dwell to much on past mistakes

No more dreams, now we’re wide awake

You know the past can’t be changed

The future can be re-arranged

If you can think it, then do it

Don’t die thinking that life’s been shit

Nothing stays the same for ever

Be kind to yourself, be clever

Focus on the good things in life

Talk things through with husband or wife

Try to be open and honest

Treating life like it’s a game

Speeding up before you came

Not so wild that I can’t tame

Each night you go out to play

Searching for some place to stay

Sleeping it off through the day

For your deeds some day you’ll pay

On the prowl for a new slave

Lonely souls are not that brave

Feeling loved you really crave

Heading for an early grave

A better life you must find

Open your eyes, don’t stay blind

Pleasant thoughts enter your mind

Your dark days now left behind

Found love, a love without ties

Only dead men tell no lies

Looking deep into her eyes

As your new born baby cries

A new life you have now found

Foundations deep in the ground

Smiling faces all around

The kiss of life? Have you drowned?