Woodmancote

I remember treading deeply in to the mud, climbing out of the trench
Pulling my feet up losing my shoe to a squelching wrench
I remember being so at peace with it all
Walking as if I were ten feet tall, past the meadow, the hilly view that climbed so steep
Incredibly far, where there were hundreds of baaing and playful sheep.
I remember Lady with me, exhausted from the task her tongue reaching out, 
on and on for miles and miles.We came to a stream, she would drink for a while
Her little face would beam so wide as if  a smile
I remember the village children adventuring with me, through the woods, treading on twigs
Building the sticks creating a camp, inside it with a little lamp,
Most of all I remember my own children loving unreservedly, 
feeling the joy and reason for living every time I saw they're miraculously beautiful faces,
since then as though I've been in stasis, not moved at all.
Yet I miss them so small, when they were needy, now all grown up living their lives, 
It's so wonderful what we reap and sow, yet they have to mature and grow.
As the years move on like a fine wine, Popping the cork one bottle at a time.
I left the beauty of it, a lifetime ago, left it as picturesque as snow
I'll remember the life I came to love, gone in an instant like a stolen glove
Strange for a lad, a north London boy, moved away, found peace and joy,
The heart of the Cotswolds inside of me, Cirencester the place to be.
I'll remember in my mind eternally, until my lord come and take me away from thee.

The Rise of Fascist days

I see the ugly face of hatred rising up again
Fascist hardened people within their hidden frown
Pretending to be a friend waiting for a call
From the likewise minded fascists, hear the right wing call
England they are calling,Deutschland, Nederland, Francaise
The day of the Wordly Third Reichts close
terrible days are near.
Stand and fight against them, remember World War Two
Join your Christian, Muslim, Friends
Black and Asian too,
not forgetting anyone, especially not the Jew
all be one together and fight to free the slaves
Take us to a new world of peacefully friendly days
Forever is a dream, a dream that will be true
Remember on, be good in heart
Shy away from the fascist youth
Do not believe the bad untruth

Home Alone

I have a sinking feeling, I may be quite alone
No one around me, sitting here on my own
Love has gone and left me, children have all grown
Wife has aged and passed away, now there is but none.
One look in the mirror, who's that looking back?
An old wrinkled face on a person once called Jack
Memories delude me, forgotten things once was
Fading into nothingness, once important lost.
Still I am quite happy, have some help with care
look at pretty carer's face, look but do not stare.
I had a Triumph motorbike, twenty two years or more,
it has since been scrapped could not ride it anymore.
I'm a hundred year old chap my fingers are quite sore.
I'd like to go shopping but my legs are far too weak,
I remember my children home and playing hide and seek,
I don't know how long I have left upon this land of plenty
Yet I do not want to carry on until I'm a hundred and twenty.

Raining

It's raining, there's water pouring down, so depressive I can't help but frown
If it were sunny I'd walk in the park
Talk to my friends at the Cutty Sark
Sit in the garden for most of the day
Pick some flowers in the usual way
Put on some shorts look up at the sun
See it glow, with my sunglasses on, what a great show but it's raining again, when will it end ?, I'd like to go and see my friends, its driving me around the bend, maybe soon it will be nice, my daughter could take her baby out in the pram, I'd playfully soak my grandson again, Oh but I forgot, damn!, I'm not allowed to do that, there's still that dreaded hose pipe ban.

Existence

Each and every man or woman a singular solitary cell burning energy
Feeding power to an unknown source
I am but a speck of ion within a vast mass, a nucleus that needs feeding with fuel toxically dangerous to each and everyone of us, yet kept within its shell by a beautiful crust known as Earth.
Green in splendour by a lush vegetation feeding on Carbon Dioxide with a wondrous conversion into a living gas for all mankind to inhale and continue on a living planet, one of thousands creating what is known to the human existence as space with its empty appearance yet probably teeming with life beyond any beings imagination.
Unknown quantity of people in one form or another each and everyone a living cell captive within their own planet, within their own galaxy, within their own universe all inside a spherical plaything with amazing swirls and colours lit by an everlasting battery from inside and held by the right hand of God.

She doesn’t know

I'm with her every single day,
we're so close in a peculiar way.
I cannot see how it doesn't show
I love her so much
but she doesn't know.

Fortune favours the bright or brave
I haven't the strengh
to quarrel or shave
So why do I keep on digging this hole
I love her so much
but she doesn't know

Tuesday comes and Wednesday too
Day by day, I struggle through
To stay in alone with solitude
I know It seems completely rude
But Depressions deep, it's got a hold
I love her so much
But she doesn't know

Gluttony

I ask my self a question, I wonder if it's true, should I wear black or should I wear blue.
can I wear the shirt I wore last year ?,
Should I drink whiskey rather than beer.
New black shoes to wear on my feet Blue striped trainers might be sweet.
Whatever I decide, i hope to look good with a flat cap on or maybe a hood
My belly is so large and round
to take away the appeal
from a good looking man
A fella that's slightly over the hill
A person that was once married to gill.
Now we're all seated
I've one more thing to say,
let's get on our knees, thank God and pray.

Dilemma for a woman

A woman may ask without delight, Is it better being with a poor man that's generous, or a rich man who's tight, a person that will always put up a fight or someone who will love them way into the night

Woodberry Down Comprehensive

When I was a little boy, I had some fun, there were some knocks but lots of joy
Amazed at school I loved to learn, from English to maths, the science and art
I could have been anything I wanted to be, if only they, had left me to be
the violence i found the bullies around
The threat of a thump, the violent sound, it was more than I could bare
Too much for me,the boisterous fools unable to listen or follow the rules, the girl sat in front knifed in the back,
The different gangs in different factions nowhere to get away from all of their actions.
a twenty foot gate, easy to climb
Run from the hell, the hate and crime
Walking around in a life of peace, out of the school to wander the streets.
Despite of it all, I still think it's right
To not stand a ground, not put up a fight, what good would it do to spend life like that
push others around, a popular rat

Scrumptious

If you come from London,
you'll know what I mean,
Extraordinary pie and mash
With liquor so green
Add a little salt, lots of pepper too
Vinegar in the middle of the pie,
that's delicious for you,
Cooksie's was the start,
yet sadly now that's gone,
Still there's plenty more to choose from
To make you good and strong.
If you go to The East End, Hackney,!Eltham too,
Don't forget the Pie & Mash waiting there for you

My Friend's Smile

My friend is not like the others, sensitive, yet simple, simply impeccable.
He likes to dress in bright, when he goes out at night
Gentle and quiet and doesn't like to fight
All alone in the club, he likes to dance, when given the chance
kind and caring beyond reproach, he would make a good lifestyle coach
dresses in style, helps all others, he likes to go beyond the mile
I'll never forget his friendly smile

My friend is not like the others, the best person that I know
He's a great engineer and full of good cheer
My how he could cook, we wanted to eat, just by the look
Spicy steak casserole, pasta with mighty meatball
We ate until we were full, he stayed just a while
I'll never forget his smile.

My friend, not like the others, quiet and liked to walk home alone
He would go out all the time, mostly without a phone
They saw him on the heath, watched him cross the street
Beat him in the alley, they broke his legs and feet
Fed him dogs excreta and told him it was a treat
he never fought back and died on that street
without any tricks or guile
I'll never forget his smile

Me and I

Hate is in a mans heart
Corrupted by actions of power
the murder of an innocent boy
Changes a sin into a joy
A president with ultra power
The strength and money
To hide behind a tower
Evidence changed, video lies
Influence of friends, keeping off the flies.

Prime minister smirk off his face
Doesn't care for creed or race
Anti-semitism blame the Jews
Racist slur always in the news
That's fine it keeps the heat off him
Making money for his friends
When he thieves off every working man
Why sit back to accept injustice
peacefully march, get your voice heard
Join together, question all, why are they so rich, yet your pay packet stays small.

British fuel is the most expensive
More than any country in the world
Question this, why should it be
hard to fill your car, it's your money
The tax we pay is beyond belief
Like pouring money into a sieve.
We have to pay to get to work
We have to bow to generalise
but listen to all is my advice
put people first for a happy life.
if you have all, someone has sod all
if I pays for me, who is really your enemy ?

Disabled or poor might be a bore,
Cut their benefits and have an oak door. A talking fridge, a brand new car
Intelligent alarms to keep out the poor
a nations speaks with eventual hate
You better keep locked 

your security Gate,
The worm will turn, the multitude will rise, to take your wealth

 your me and i's.

Killer

He hit her with a hammer, he never even saw her
Nine o'clock at night, It gave her such a fright
"Hello excuse me mam', she went to turn and BAM!
across her lovely head, they told me "Jane is dead"
A hammer cracked her skull and left a gaping hole
He dragged her in the alley and raped Jane's naked body
Sixteen years of hell, they had him in a cell
I waited for that day, his good behaviour paid
Released from prison see, to wander streets so free.
Untill he met me there, waiting on the stair.
I showed her photograph, he never even gasped.
"Well what dyou want me to do", from his mouth, it spewed.
I saw evil in his eyes, he laughed but I cried
thunder took my storm, erupted beyond norm.
His neck was in my hand, tight as a rubber band
I squeezed as if a sleeve, he couldn't speak or breathe.
I slid the knife from my coat, I cut his evil throat.
I drew the blood from him, now my life is through coz It will never bring back you.
They put me in a cell to live a life in hell.
I still have thoughts of Jane walking down the lane.

Boy

EGoing on, Growing strong, is your mind on fire ?
evil though your eyes may seem, your heart is with desire.
cut some coke,smoke some dope, sharpen knife on a granite stone
slash your blade into his flesh, how did your life get such a mess ?
trousers worn around your thighs, come to me with no more lies
stick your arse up to the world, life is hard, breathe in and smell!
the little boy, was so good, went away and joined the hood
hidden in alleys, selling drugs, to all our kids in the neighbourhood.
gave some coke to a little lad, thought that he would be real glad
return to you, buy some more, then sit down and take a little draw.
his father Dave was none too pleased, to find poor Joe in a mortuary freeze
now your life is not much fun with your brain gone from his short range gun.
I visit you, each and every day, hard to see you alive this way.
what boy was there, is not no more, I thought you'd grow and learn the score.
I thought you'd see the light of day, or end up in a lonely grave.
so sit, hum a tune and waste away, i'll come and see you another day.

Just by chance

Drive a train over the track jumper jumps ain't coming back
through the tunnel, light isn't red, steady speed, station ahead
round the bend into the light, passengers move back, mainly in fright
one stays steady looking left, toot the horn, leaps to his death
onto the front hit the screen, then under the train with a scream
feel the crunching off his bones, no return for young Tim Jones
nightmarish dreams, eyes still look, into the mind, the driver spooks
three days spare, then back to the tube,driving the train misunderstood.
memory fades in some time until another one under, is on the line.

Unfortunately for me I was born on a friday.

Soldiers arrived, they took them away,

no one knew why they could not stay,

They came with lorries and bundled them on,

asking for Country, Town, Date and then they were gone

First my friends, then my family

my brother, my mum and my sister Emily

gaping holes in community, soldiers with guns, masks, brutal slavery

they were there, now they're gone, gone away from me

I spoke to people left, one's left bereft

trying to find a cause for this sin

trying to find out why?, this state were in

but none knew why, or where they've gone

no one knew why, except they forced their way in.

I gathered reasons by questioning few, then many

English, Polish, French, Indians and those from Germany

I could not find a Reason why? but it wasn't ugliness 

I searched around, it could not be the wealthy or the poor

it wasn't what clothes were in their drawer

it wasn't race by the look in their face

I knew the population had grown, the evidence had shown

No jobs, no money, food was scarce

people fighting for a place to live

some had taken to sharing 

most were living in the benches or vents

in the open park and living in tents

After much research, blown away and bemused

there were no reasons that I could unearth

except the date of their birth

besides one born on a Sunday, Tuesday, Friday too

there were none left, not even you

Monday had gone, Wednesday disappeared, Thursday none

Saturday vanished like the setting of a sun

Then as if an explosion in my brain it was somewhat crazy completely insane

those in charge had worked a plan, drafted an army then it began

a birthright lottery to sort it out, not ageist or racist or a wealthy plan

born on a day they did not choose' would be taken away, gassed or shot then burnt in may

a great big pyre could be smelt, dust of bodies no longer felt,

 falling down as if it were snow, putting on a great big show

Jews were blamed for undermining wealth

In Nazi Germany, they were caught by stealth

yet this is a different state of mind, no one to blame, just a state unkind

They grew in power and had a plan, to take away the heart of every man

those that were left would beg for life, those were left had no wife

slavery and power will be their days bowing down to pay their way's 

BUCKET

THE NEED TO HAVE MONEY IN THIS WORLD TO SURVIVE
THE GREED IS THE NEED TO BE SATISFIED
WORKING  HARD TO ACCUMULATE
 LOTS OF WEALTH FOR A POSH FRONT GATE
A HOUSE FULL OF SPLENDOUR A NICE CAR TOO
A HD TV AND A BRACELET FOR YOU
SOME FINER THINGS ARE UNDER FREEZE
VENISON STEAKS, LADY CAROLINE CHEESE
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT A JOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

IF THERE WERE NO MONEY AND A BARTERING NEED
WE WOULD GO OUT HUNTING AND CAPTURE OUR FEED
TRADE WITH EACH OTHER FOR THINGS WE REQUIRE
ALL BE GOOD AND SING IN A CHOIR
KIND TO OUR NEIGHBOURS, NO NEED TO WORK
NO MORE EXHAUSTION, EVERYDAY A SHIRK.
NO PRICE ON ANYTHING, EVERYTHING FOR FREE
EVERYDAY A LEISURE WITH GOOD COMPANY
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE IF LIFE WERE A FOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

Chris Evans

He's a radio presenter as rich as can be, living his life in pure luxury
Playing our tunes, talking of life
Wonderful kids and a happy wife

Wouldn't it be grand to work on radio 2, wouldn't it be great to be like you
Charming and happy, a ginger hair fool
Spinning the tracks for each and us all

It's fun to listen, it's good to hear
Listening to music and all the good cheer, keep it going, keep it real
With lively chat and a fun filled thrill

Russian Democracy

So once again you voted him in
why do that with the state your in
surely there's better than Vladimir Putin
okay there's jobs when there were none
Russians are free to have more fun
countries economy healthy and rich
job galore, what a bitch!
so off you go further right taking money into the night
sharing gone, caring too, lessons from the west won't satisfy you
communism saw it's death, voice of the devil is in your breath
a nation that used to share, leave the rich to grab and tear
that hungry child that once was fed
begs in the street without a bed
learn from your history, Stalin has gone
taking with him that hateful greed
leaving behind a brotherhood feed
Putin is a Cameron with blond hair
buying the votes with corrupting fayer.
Money is greed, with a dangerous need
draining souls, destroying your seed
good mortal beings, wanting lust
at what cost and what unjust.

 


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Watch your step

Don't have a blue fit,
you're the one who trod in it.
It's not my problem at all,
Why you've been such a fool
You just have to, don't you
Walk into to a mess
You knew you shouldn't have
Worn that new dress
and what about your shoes
They were new too?
Well la di da and boo hoo
silly girl you
Now calm down a bit
and next time you twit
Don't tread in the shit