Saving Face
Our Preacher he told us about the holy Pentecost day
Tongues of fire came down and blew everyone away
Did mad stuff to the disciples made them kinda drunk
Spoke in funny lingo and made prophecies and stuff
Said it was available for those of us who’d been saved
All we had to do was believe and make a little call
So we prayed hard ‘cos we didn’t want to fall
My hand it went all trembly I heard some funny sound
One brother stood up then crumpled gently to the ground
How glorious we all knew he was resting in gods hand
A girl bust into tears for her the spirit just didn’t land
Another sang a song in a special foreign kind of tongue
A translation of the prophecy came from yet another one
We would do just fine and in the end be up there on high
The others would burn in hell when their time came nigh
By now the spirit was really moving I was way off in a trance
People were singing falling down around was all kind of dance
Sight and hearing coming back broken legs were getting healed
Couldn’t wait for next week when even more would be revealed
Looking back with time opened eyes of old
Everything had happened as we’d been told
Whatever you are prepared to believe will come to pass
So all you happy clappy ones carry on with your farce
Pushing each other over making up your songs
But don’t you ever dare come to me and say
I will fight unless you believe it our way
That’s how most wars begin a steal everyone’s happiness away
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Ballad of the Nan
At my desk today, but ‘e looks rather flat
What’s up ol’friend, do tell us where’s your cheer
Sit down you all pull up a stool, come draw near
You know of ol’, stories o’cantankerous Mrs Pat
Well I spent last night a’kipping, on t’dirty sofa bed
Me back tis bent and broken, ’m cleaved apart in two
I tossed and turned all through, I din’t know what a do
I’m filled w’regret, I wish it could all be undone unsaid
T’was early last evening, when me woe it did begin
Me fish tank did need a clean, t’water had taken dark
I were washin’ every piece of it, I ‘ad it all apart
“Pat” she says “Our supper, we need to get it in”
Said I, as quick “Let’s have t’Indian take away”
“But don’t phone yet, I’m not caught up nor even rightly done”
“When tank’s up and runnin’ then I will order it to come”
You see I like food ‘ot and fresh to plate, not in t’oven stay
But me tank it gave such jip, took double extra time
Be now I were so ‘ungry, I’d nearly lost me head
Mrs Pat had gone against me, and slyly gone ahead
I came into the kitchen, to see her serving up all fine
That t’was when it happened and everything went bad
I knew the food were wrong, She’d left it on the cooker
I picked up me peshwari nan, t’were cold and not a looker
In rage I threw t’bread at startled Mrs Pat, her face came over sad
I watched the nuts and raisins, as down her blouse they fell
Then time it went so slow, as me nan it slid t’floor
We’er fist she blacked me eye, and kicked me out t’door
Seems we still not talking, I ain’t found any words to tell
So the moral of this tale, he told us with renewed cheer
Fish and chips is the way forward and never should you veer
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Trafalgar Square
I’m at the spot we agreed
A journey on the train
Wondering what I’m doing
She’s not here yet alone and anxious
What is she really like
Should I have bought a flower
Its exactly the right time
She’s not here yet alone and anxious
I’m just standing here everyone knows why
Did I turn of the kitchen light
How to look relaxed and cool
She’s not here yet alone and anxious
Perhaps she is but can’t see me
Should I move around
Looks like it could rain
She’s not here yet alone and anxious
What should I say
Hello. Hiya. Are you Olivia
Maybe she saw me and ran away
She’s not here yet alone and anxious
Blue jeans blonde hair beautiful body
She’s everything and more
I didn’t need to worry
She’s here never again alone
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Sold
He’s always up at five hardly needs to sleep
Shower and shave checks his shares in his underclothes
Black coffee two sugars really strong
Splash of Chardonay goes well with flakes
The pretty little pill clears yesterday’s hangover
Crisp Italian suit shirt and bold silk tie
He loves himself he’s shaper than a blade
His slick down hair over whitened teeth
What a wealthy man he feels
Kiss the wife She’s the apple of his eye
Bye my dear late tonight company dinner
The living room has all the latest toys Xbox PS3 and monster flat screen telly
Completed now Her vast new home extension
Hit his mastercard extremely hard but he needs to keep her sweet
Gravel drive with sleek sports car with more horses than the Derby
Whisky in the boot
Ciggies wallet phone keys blasts out the door
Hands free in ear foot to the floor he’s already dialling and smoking
Was that the builder’s lorry
Shouting at the windscreen driving like a fool
Takes the handset to his ear nearly hits a child
Close to his base finalised some deals and done a conference call
Winks to the receptionist remembers them in her chair at the Christmas party
Hot desk logs onto the email bawls out support its too slow
Sales meeting he’s over target he needs to press for more
He doesn’t know it yet but soon he’ll be a bestseller
Back on the road a big blue chip needs his attention
Go and collect some Techy for the meeting
Tells him how it is to be the world’s greatest lover
Why would they need to adjust his solution
Might be over priced and far too big but think about the commission
There’s a queue on the motorway ploughs rudely up the shoulder
Presentation to the board can’t wait for ambulances and fire engines
The powerful cloaking device and radar detector keep his license safe
Coffee and doughnuts on him but don’t forget the receipt
It all goes well but they’ll need some more persuasion
Take the techies out to lunch God they have no imagination
To their stunned blank faces tells them how smart he is
Builder friend showed him what to do
Divorce the wife give her all the equity he owns huge debt
But all he earns is now utterly tax free its sewn up legally
She loves him but is really dumb doesn’t even know what’s happened
Makes plenty of beer disappear and then back on the road
Tools of his trade in the boot are ready in their bag
To close this one will take eighteen holes with their boss
Snorts a line but still more convincing required
Txt the wife to tell her things are dragging on
Up to town pubs bars even a seedy massage parlour
We don’t want to buy just wondered how hard you’d try
The night has gone he’s called back to the office
We checked your expense account we don’t like your methods
Black bag for laptop car keys and telephone we’ll call for you a taxi
On the way back home he’s preparing Her a story
There’s an agents sign outside his place
“SOLD”
On the table in her handwriting
Your ignorance and vanity is just so frightening
You thought I was so silly
With the builder I hatched this plan
To escape from you and be happy
The house was mine the debt is yours
Sewn up legally
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Blur
New camera delivers a great photo
Every shot is needle sharp
Accurately chronicles the growing belly
Flash! The end is now in focus
Water broken and pains are self-timed
Urgently the film is running twice as quick
In the ambulance every second goes at speed
Strobing blue lights distort the street
At the hospital it all develops there
Making difficult exposure so clinical and white
Complications. The scene it fades to green
Anxious, can’t hold it steady, you are out of view
Face detected here’s the baby
Pan down it’s a bouncing boy
The latest one in the family range
So cute his body cradles downloaded to my arms
Your aperture the priority
Soon you are fixed and back in bed
Finally remember point the lens have a shot
Both so tired and ruined by red eye
Return back to the home setting
Days and nights pixelated by change and feed
It’s a blur and always will be
Despite the latest smart technology
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Exchange
…Radio news at half past two…
Carnage on the motorway
Chemical lorry hit a bridge
Burst instantly to flame
Driver didn’t have a chance didn’t get away
Screams and pain from every door
Doctors get to their work
Someone needs a rapid section
It is life and death for sure
A smoking man so stunned to see
His wife safe and doing well
Delivered a precious baby girl
A normal night at maternity number 3
Nature has handed on the baton
In the endless ebb and flow
Her new life replaces his
But in her mind he never will be forgotten
…Put something more cheerful some music instead…
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Team Building
I thought they hired me for my skills and young adventurous mind
The team it had a few troubles “but sure you’ll do just fine”
Eager let’s get started head filled with vision I was really on a roll
Leadership needs a good start I sat and asked about their roles
They were a bright and clever bunch of eight complexes each their own
Relationships were cracked thinking old entrenched and overgrown
Reluctantly the older one he handed me the reins he had been the boss
A solid man deep thinking he would be my right hand did he give a toss
Off we went on our new voyage with me approximately at the wheel
I was running fast the ideas were flowing but I was stranded and at heel
Nothing changed seemed the team was an immovable solid rock
The cause was easy to define his ugly toxic legacy
It wasn’t how it should be me and him and the seven
No way past his folded arms his slowly nodding head
My manager pressing hard but how to make them perform
Against his battened down mind and poison draining attitude
I couldn’t focus on my tasks I was doubtless just plain rude
Some training is what you need they said
Go for a week or two and get some people skills in your head
I pushed and shoved but soon it was only to the therapist’s bed
Suicidal not sleeping head full of loathing and vile despair
Drink and drink violently to numb my creative flair
Living in a bedsit wife and family long since gone
Then came a day when the intransient head I could take no more
That weak chin it seemed so soft for such a heart of stone
They just watched my frenzy as I smashed him with a phone
A fine job my manager said you are released your bonus is on the way
The judge he said it was murder that I’d planned it for that day
I’d cruelly left his wife alone and torn their relationship apart
So here I am in this dirty prison cell wondering about our law
You can’t put people out of work for their stinking attitude
It takes strong measures to reclaim a failing team
On the balance sheet two families plus one life seem
To have brought a reasonable return
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Alive
Smiles
and dark touches
The smell of your breath, your life
Skin, so near to mine
the closeness
the passion
Utterly refreshing
Feeling alive
My hand in yours
your touch…
So sensual, so soft
Your lips
kisses to my neck, my face, my arm
My lips, slowly
This darkness
Unlimited mischief
The time passes
I do not notice
Midnight, already
I should really go
But your hair
between my fingers
Your fingers,
running through my hair
Soft words
Can i stay
fall asleep in your arms
I’d love to
You’re lovely
In this moment, at least
I do not speak for the others
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Stream
We are sitting here face to face
You and me and him and her
The lights are on it’s such a place
We enjoy this state its what we prefer
Angled eyes and jutting teeth
Lips closed sealed ears are open
Coming at each other from underneath
Perished minds exchange by token
Its just about how we all think
Streams of hungry flocks go by
Mental tobacco spat into a sink
So easy to get all you do is buy
Triggered guns and jagged arrows
Held by men who stand on blocks
Run lightly past along all narrows
Sing folded songs of old grey socks
Can we escape this giant ocean
Its what they know about you see
Evenings bidding and sweet devotion
All things grow fast and true and free
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Consumed
Mummy we’re starving hungry please make some bread
Daddy’s grains ground to flour mixed with yeast makes dough
Fire and oven do their work come now and eat she said
We sit and share and laugh content as family we grow
Time to eat again we know someone that bakes a dozen
We have eggs exchange for a loaf so spare the laborious oven
On it goes at the market there’s ciabatta pitta breads galore
Telly computer DVD and MP4 all kinds of gadgets that we adore
All regulated by global economic system trading politics and more
Daddy is off to learn the law it’s the new way to earn good dough
Mummy seems a little bit low drugs keep her up from bed
The greedy ones stole from the fabric of our life support system
Banks are failing because of them bread can’t be found at all
No internet no gas no electric the car wont go the water’s off
Mummy knows how to iron and pops from freezer to microwave
Daddy knows all the law legal levels of salt and saturated fat
But Mummy we’re starving hungry we’ll soon be dead
Lungs stopped breathing victims of our consumption
Wish we had never swapped those eggs
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