Month: August 2017

First Two Verses of a song possibly for Leonard Cohen

I awake from a dream
in a mystic motel
filled with poets
and prophets
all down at heel
who pass round
the Thunderbird
as free
as their philosophy

and it all tastes
like stale cigarettes
in the morning
that breaks
on the hills
of Hollywoodland
and they all headed
west just like me
to find celebrity

Zen and the Art of Lawnmowing

The next door’s cat supervised
the straightness of his striping
and as he pushed he realised
his thoughts were all alighting
he and his machine were one
and troubles slipped away
he closed his eyes and dreamed along
he failed to see the fray
in the cable he had not renewed
for a year or so or more
and combined with the morning dew
it had a shock in store
he pushed still in his reverie
his deep thoughts all elsewhere
he did not hear the bang, and he
was blown up in the air
So my friends please heed my tale
and note its observation
however calming things may seem
use just a little concentration.

The Wrong Song (reissued)

Originally written in March this year this version is exactly the same only issued on an imaginary coloured vinyl 45

Where I am
is all too near
yet all too far away
if I started walking
I could reach you
when you and I
stood in the sun
kissing in the rain
and though I travel
there and here
I can’t go home again

I can’t go home again
he dreamt
and held his head in tears
not able to accept his fate
between the passing years
for one day is quite like the next
from sunrise to sunset
and all the friends he thought he knew
it seems he’d never met.

and so I play the wrong song
cause the right one’s out of key
if you got a wrong song
then sing along with me.