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01 Boxes

I keep my thoughts inside the box.
I keep it there beside the clocks
that count the seconds going by.
Relive my past. I wonder why?

No thoughts will change the past I had.
It might be good. It might be bad,
but all that bad defined the good.
I never ever thought it would.

I’ll keep that box shut tight for now
and think the future, mind allow.
And all the past will not be lost.
Just let it die like winter frost.

As wrinkles come and brain goes slow
Endless hours of rest I go.
When I look back leaves me bereft
of wasted time that I have left.

In the Spring my heart renew
those things I wanted I will do
Fresh buds of life that spring to mind
New things to do I will find

No thoughts will change the past I had
It might be good, it might be bad,
but all that bad defined the good.
I never ever thought it would.

I’ll keep that box shut tight for now
and think the future mind allow
and all the past will not be lost.
Just let it lie like winter frost

I keep my thoughts inside the box.
I keep it there beside the clocks
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02 Bright Light

Ch        Bright Light, Morning Delight
             fresh buds of May spring with no delay
             and cheer my soul to see the whole.
            Creation will grow as we sow.

As beauty awaits, the time it takes
will calm my Karma as things get warmer.
Into the garden I will go and
as I mow the grass will grow.

To keep it short, preserve my court
the tiny space of nature’s space
is Heaven on earth and nature’s birth.
I’ll hold it dear, have no fear.

Ch        Bright Light, Morning Delight
             fresh buds of May spring with no delay
             and cheer my soul to see the whole.
            Creation will grow as we sow.

I’ll hold it dear, have no fear
and when it’s gone I’ll shed a tear;
the dying leafs that then take place
will wither away without trace.

03 Vertigo

No ups nor downs, just round and round,
My head just makes me aim for ground
My horizontal hold stops me being bold,
this boat is bound for solid ground
Whilst life will have its ups and down
I can’t escape this swirling town
Must shoulder this with head held straight.
Must take it easy they’ll have to wait.

Careless wobbles before old age hobbles
I feel unsafe like a homeless waif
I’m lost within my life’s endless spin
Must take it on the chin
‘cause I just can’t win.
Just give me a break, wish this was fake!
Can’t pass a single day without suffering this way.

No ups nor downs, just round and round,
My head just makes me aim for ground.
If I could set back the time
before this balance pantomime.
Would love to regain control of brain
and save my life from all this strain.

Instrumental

No ups nor downs, just round and round,
My head just makes me aim for ground.
My horizontal hold stops me being bold,
this boat is bound for solid ground.
Whilst life will have its ups and down
I can’t escape this swirling town.
Must shoulder this with head held straight.
Must take it easy they’ll have to wait.

If I could set back the time
before this balance pantomime…….

04 BULB

I shall these gates at last be free.
No dank or dark adversity haunts me.
Once kept chained up inside my head,
light and good shall seep into my mind instead.

The sea that swirled around inside
has gone; my eyes at last shall open wide.
And see and hear both in and outside my mind
those things before I could not ever find.

ch; Slow breathes of beautiful array,
I had not seen at all before today,
shall shower my mind’s eye with wistful glee
and so at last I shall be free.

At last a shoot that from this bulb does rise;
new birth at start with no endless ties.
Slowly traverse the aged soil of life
through hurtful rocks and fossils of past revive.

ch; Slow breathes of beautiful array,
had not seen at all before today
shall shower my mind’s eye with wistful glee
and so at last I shall be free.

              With your hand on your heart do you
              really want to break free?
              And do you actually know who on earth you’re going to be?
             Is it tree of life or weed that’s gone astray?
             Will you ever plant a seed that grows the right way?

But I will through this back ground persist
and then open up through all this fiery mist.

To make the surface dew at last
Forget all the darkness of the past.

V1 + ch + ch

05 La La

Come back with me tonight
I won’t give you a fright
Come back with me tonight
I won’t give you a fright
I ain’t a pretty sight
I won’t put up a fight
Come back and Light my light
I can be your delight

La la…….

06 Get it checked

Get it checked…..

07 Mondays

I like going out of Mondays.
I like Tuesdays on my own.
I like watching TV Wednesdays.
I spend Thursdays on the phone.
Friday usually is my fish day.
Saturdays I go buy my food.
Sunday’s watching catch up TV.
I hope there’s nothing there that’s rude!

Not enough days in the week.
I do my thinking in my sleep.
Look at all the minutes racing past.
Please not do it quite so fast

I do all my phone calls Sunday
’cause that’s when most people are in.
I write my letters Monday mornings,
though most end up in the bin

Ain’t no time to unwind the clock.
Wish there was a way I could just unlock
my life just for a min,
and take all those microseconds within.
I want to piece together the fleeting peaks
I miss from all the days and the weeks,
and slow my life; the race is past.
And enjoy every microsecond at last.

I do all the hoovering on Tuesdays
when dust has settled down.
And even then the house looks a tip.
I’ll get a new machine in town.

Not enough days in the week.
I do my thinking in my sleep.
Look at all the minutes racing past
please not do it quite so fast!

I like going out of Mondays.
I like Tuesdays on my own.
I like watching TV Wednesdays.
I spend Thursdays on the phone.
Friday using is my fish day.
Saturdays I go buy my food.
Sunday’s watching catch up TV.
I hope there’s nothing there that’s rude.

08 Bills

March has come. It’s time to declare.
More Tax to be paid. Funds will be bare.
Sorting out bills; one of life’s thrills.
There’ll be no more money left in the tills
Mortgage or rent in the housing estate.
Payments to be made; they mustn’t be late.
Food to be brought new clothes to be bought
There’s money in bank. Or that’s what I thought.

Then I hallucinate that life could be fun
Bills paid and happiness could be won.
That holiday treat and good food to eat.
How could that be with cash obsolete? (repeat)

Financial security still isn’t sound.
Those yearly bills will still hang around.
Plans for a new life will all go to ground
unless more money is suddenly found.
There was no way I was born to pay bills.
I thought that life would be just filled with thrills.
Childhood innocence that life was a game,
and others to feed the blood of your vein.
Would that I could be twelve and my dinners be made,
just to do homework till the evening will fade
and up to my bed till morning will come
dreams of fame, fortune and endless fun.

                Then I hallucinate that life could be fun.
              Bills paid and happiness could be won.
              That holiday treat and good food to eat.
              How could that be with cash obsolete? (repeat)

Reality’s a shock to all that grow up;
that endless fortune is more made by luck.
Doesn’t matter your birth sign or what school you go.
The future you have you will never know…

09 Keep Walking

She cut herself today.
Can’t survive any other way.
This life’s no holiday, she say.

Keep walking on with blinkered view.
You have no care ’cause it’s not you.
Don’t understand. You have no clue. Keep walking.

What’s not been seen has never been;
what you can’t feel cannot be real.
She’s always had a rotten deal. Keep walking.

She’ll pick herself from floor to bed.
She’ll dream that day she could be dead
or hope for something else instead. Keep walking.

                She’s not alone; there are many here
                who’d rather grasp an ounce of cheer
                than have to face another year. Keep walking.

She cut herself today.
Can’t survive any other way.
This life’s no holiday, she say. Keep walking.

Keep walking on with blinkered view.
You have no care ’cause it’s not you.
Don’t understand. You have no clue. Keep walking.

Instrumental

She cut herself today.
Can’t survive any other way.
This life’s no holiday, she say. Keep walking.

What’s not been seen has never been.
What you can’t feel cannot be real
She’s always had a rotten deal. Keep walking.

She’ll pick herself from floor to bed.
She’ll dream that day she could be dead
or hope for something else instead.

10 Night Train Home

I’m Homewood bound.
I can’t be found.
I’ve said my mind.
I’ve been assigned
to head for home.
I’m all alone.
Feels like a night train.

I’m near the end,
the final bend.
The journey’s long
it won’t be long.
It’s cold outside;
the weathermen lied!
I hope my resting place ‘aint cold.

It’s half past 9
It’s now the time.
I’ve said my prayers
I’ve gone upstairs.
It’s time to sleep,
No time to weep.
I need to close my eyes,
and think of another day another week.

                More than I can say there was a day
                the flowers grew, the sun shone through,
                and all that I could think of was me and you

Happy New Year,
enjoy your beer.
’Aint got the heart to take part.
I’ll take the pills; cheap thrills.
And sleep it off.

Night train Home.

11 Thinking Out Loud

I can’t see why you’re looking at me like that.
I aint small, and I certainly aint fat.
Can’t you leave me alone?
Can’t you leave me breathe my air?
Can’t you reason with me?
Why can’t you just give a care?

Keep your mind quiet. Stop thinking out loud.
Stop your moaning. Get away from that crowd.

Can’t you see that you’re infecting the world
you all think you’re all “gooders”
But bad will always unfold.
Religion’s a fight and we all think that we’re right.
Cotton wool all around our child just to keep him stay mild.

Keep your mind quiet. Stop thinking out loud.
Stop your moaning. Get away from that crowd.

I can see why you’re looking at me like that
I ain’t small and I certainly ain’t fat.
Can’t you leave me alone?
Can’t you let me breathe my air?
Can’t you reason with me?

12 Psalm 116

I love the Lord for he heard my voice,
he heard my cry for mercy.
Because he turned his ear to me
I will call on him for as long as I live.

The cords of death entangled me,
the anguish of the grave came upon me.
I was overcome by pain and sorrow,
then I called on the name of the Lord to save me.

                For you oh Lord have delivered my soul from death,
                my eyes from tears,
                my feet from stumbling,
                that I may walk before the Lord.

What shall I give back to the Lord
for all his goodness to me.
I will lift up the cup of salvation and
call on the name of the Lord.

13 Old Age Moan

Ecology, topology. Have a litter flitter.
Smokers have no sense, anywhere outside their fence.
Pushing ash and fags through car window crags
and chewing gum that’s spewed on path and road so rude.

Of course you think you can, though mobile phones a ban
whilst driving car or van, but you’ll still think you can.
Or have that final drink. You’re either thick or just don’t think.
It’ll be me smashed inside my car and not for want of trying vodka.

You have no care for what you dare…….

You’ll put all that crap into your bin, and then you’re off to make a din.
And then you’ll say your conscience stuck but really you don’t give a fuck.
10 thousand times I won’t deny that things were better when I was five.
No motorway or carbon-print. Times were better though we were skint.

Instrumental

Ecology, topology. Have a litter flitter.
Smokers have no sense, anywhere outside their fence.
Pushing ash and fags through car window crags,
and chewing gum that’s spewed on path and road so rude.

Of course you think you can, though mobile phones a ban
whilst driving car or van, but you’ll still think you can…
You’ll put all that crap into your bin, and then you’re off to make a din.
And then you’ll say your conscience stuck but really you don’t give a fuck.
10 thousand times I won’t deny that things were better when I was five.
No motorway or carbon-print. Those times were better though we were skint.

Ecology, topology. Have a litter flitter.
Smokers have no sense, anywhere outside their fence.
Pushing ash and fags through car window crags
and chewing gum that’s spewed on path and road so rude.
You’ll have that final drink. You’re either thick or just don’t think….

It’ll be me smashed inside my car and not for want of trying vodka.

14 To Night

Can’t you see how much you mean to me?
Don’t let me out of sight, don’t let me go tonight
Can’t you see I need to rest my mind?
I need some piece to find, don’t let me go tonight

Times were once so high I could almost fly
But now all that hangs on me are days of wannabe
that speckle all my every moves
and weigh me down like heavy hooves
all I ever wanted to do was be of some use to you.

Can’t you see how much you mean to me?
Don’t let me out of sight, don’t let me go tonight

Can’t you see I need to rest my mind?
I need some piece to find, don’t let me go tonight…