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Primal Scream
The trouble with a primal scream,
It really hurts the larynx
So I try to do them in my head
But it's really not the same,
So I go out and find a place
Where I can see for miles
Then I open up my mouth and scream
And then live with the pain.
The middle of a field is good
If you can't see the farmer -
There's lots of places in the fens
But getting there is tough.
It's really worth the effort though
If you are getting stressy
And it's pretty much essential
If you've REALLY had enough.
Stopping by the roadside
I suppose is quite an option
But make sure there's nothing coming
Or you might get funny looks.
You might give ME those looks
But I would ask you to remember please
That one long scream don't cost as much
As all those self-help books :-)
(NB I'm not advocating trespass or breach of the peace)
Hyperactive
I may be hyperactive
But I think that I should mention
That there's really absolutely
Nothing wrong with my attention
I Used To Want To Be A Tree
I used to want to be a tree
With root and branch but now I see
I really cannot be a tree
Until I die then tree and I
Can truly be as one
The Balance Of Desire
I'm sorry in advance but I cannot bring granola
And I cannot bring granola as I'm getting rather fat.
Well, I s'pose that I could bring it and let just you do the eating
But I'd probably eat it too and I really don't want that.
Well, I do want that and that you see is where I have the problem,
The problem lies in balancing the weights of my desire,
Desire for granola vee desire to be slender, see,
I cannot for the life of me determine which one's higher!
I suppose that I could walk to yours and thus expend the energy
Imparted by granola (I could also miss my dinner)
And on the way, well, I could stop
Off at my fave granola shop
Then I could eat it
You could eat it
I'd be thinner
Low cost dinner
Everyone's a winner!
If You Never Make A Mess
If you never make a mess
You don't have to make tidiness.
I know the theory but I see
The practice is eluding me :-)
I Haven't Got A Big Mouth
Well I haven't got a big mouth,
Least, I think it's pretty normal,
And it does the job regarding food and drink,
But it can present a problem
When engaged in conversation
As I open it and out comes what I think !
Infinite Universe
If the universe is infinite then it can have no edges,
And if it can have no edges then I hope that you can see
That it can have no centre, and that leads me to believe
That the universe's centre can't be me...or you
.....and from Book Two, in final stages of pre-publication..... :
Hey Angel
One day an angel fell from heaven,
She landed with a bump,
She was bruised, confused, she needed information...
"Why are my wings so sore
And why is there this lump upon my head
And why around me angels with no wings at all ?
All around me angels with no wings at all !"
She recuperated for a while
Until her wings felt better.
One day she woke up and had a revelation.
"All these angels that surround me
That just haven't grown their wings,
Maybe it's because they're frightened of the fall ?
Maybe it's because they're frightened of the fall !"
So she placed an advertisement
In a national newspaper
Seeking people who desired a transformation
From being bipeds glued to Earth
To being angels who could fly,
And she contacted the ones
Who took the trouble to reply,
She assured them she could help them
In their quest to reach the sky,
And she took them out and stood them on a wall,
Yeah, she took them out and stood them on a wall.
"You can jump now" she said
"But try not to bang your head
As you're gonna have to use your concentration,
But if you want it bad enough
You won't end up in the rough
And once you're flying you're gonna have a ball,
Yeah, once you're flying you're gonna have a ball.
It was just a tiny wall
And it was really quite remote,
It was miles and miles to the nearest station.
Of course their wings just wouldn't grow
(We don't have genes for wings, you know)
Then she heard the quietest one amongst them call,
Yeah, she heard the quietest one amongst them call.
"Hey, Angel !"
"If you read the papers and watch the news
There's war and pain and slaughter
And we dare to call this civilisation.
The world we live in's pretty tough,
We sometimes end up in the rough,
I'm afraid that we don't always have a ball,
I'm afraid that we don't always have a ball.
But look around you now at trees and flowers
And sunshine on the water,
Look around you and use your imagination -
The world we live in's really nice
In fact it could be Paradise,
Fly with your spirit, you won't need wings at all.
Fly with your spirit, you won't need wings at all.
(NB This is also a song, s/b available soon)