Planet You

We’re still falling
It is true
Little by little
We’ll people Planet You
When we’re falling from
We’ll be falling to
Grace
When we’re performing
Around at your place
When we’re being invaded
By your face
When we’re falling
In your space
Where the Order Of The Day
Is to take note
Of the way that you wave
In dreams of leave-taking
At the departure gate
Hanging off its hinges
In a dilapidated state
Never to be mended
Now its far too late
Noting the way
That you wave
When corners are rounded
And platforms lost to sight -
We’re still falling
It is true
Little by little
We’ll people Planet You
When we’re falling from
We’ll be falling to
Grace
We’ll people Planet You
We’ll people Planet You
We’ll people Planet You
We’ll people Planet You


She Spent A Fortune On Lipstick On Me

She spent a fortune on lipstick on me
A pig was impaled beneath the floorboards
The palace retainers turn face to the wall
My daughter Maud fell to the ground in fear
We left his name carved in a cornerstone
In the face of death he experienced desire
They threw the switch on the Radnorshire hillside
Serpents slid from the folds in the curtains
A shaman was peddling The Book Of The Dead
Sinking into the vertiginous mire
Through the mist the Pavilion of Lies
This is my private beach
This is my jetsam



Miles Away

When I’m talking to you
I’m miles away
So you dont even have to hear
The poor things that I say -
When I’m thinking about you
When I’m scheming about you
When I’m dreaming about you
When I’m flying crying sighing
Swimming sinking and drowning
About you -
I said there was something about you!
When its to you I pray!
Please help me to find
A way out of here!
But you cant hear!
You cant hear
Anything that I say -
You freeze me you dont phone me -
Why dont you write?
Because you delight
In cutting me to the bone -
The suffocating syllables that I sent
You spat them back -
And you described my heart
As a shelter in the park
That’s been pissed upon -
Where lonely hieroglyphs have been inscribed
By mawkish young lovers’ penknives
When the dusk was dank and forlorn -
When I’m talking to you
I’m miles away…



Listen To My South Sea Bubble

My first shed
My first island
Where I got the drummers in to drum
To listen to my South Sea Bubble
And the kings and the queens and the rogues and the thieves
They listened to my South Sea Bubble
Scorpions rotating in the garden
Where the mangoes rot
Where the mangoes rot
And so high above the colonial beach
A wave of lead begins to fall…



Kenny Rogers’ Greatest Hit

Violin suction! Violin suction!
Kenny Rogers’ Greatest Hit!
Covered in it!
Covered in it!
Makes a bed up in your eyes
Puts his head between your thighs
You want to watch yourself
Wave yourself
Goodbye!
My life behind bars!
My wife married a star!
O! Look at that canary!
This is a theme park
Wherein we dwell
Some call it Paradise
Some call it…
Well…
Vengeance is mine saith The Lord
In the beginning was the sword
And the sword was sharp!
Violin suction! Violin suction!
You can tell by the way
I forget your name
That I care only
For my own fame
And talking to yourself out loud
This is how to draw a crowd
And in the drunken light of hat
O! Look at that
Canary!
Violin suction! Violin suction!
Kenny Rogers’ Greatest Hit!
Covered in it!
Covered in it!