Dora was born in a fire sale sometime between the bedlinen and the last few charge bricks into the world she came
And then everybody upped sticks .
Delete that way for 15 years so little for the disappeared
24 got out of that place
The boys left that hello Joe and painted her virginity
The poorer had no Mojo
And thora s border frigidity
Was planted in the fields
Of all that came to quiddity
And see them all come round the horn
Come to see the one true gal
Ever to be sentenced
Ever to be born and
The ballad of Thora Quiddity begins.
--
Thora quiddity and soppy Poppy once had the double bass player out of nizlopi
Credit to your store heard Dora
She wasn’t a listening kind of girl and something made her feel that what she hid till the reveal. They’re out of sight but undermined and overheard
There hasn’t been a day when she could’ve had away lost in some foreign land she’s made a self as comfortable as village’s wood-letter. But nobody around here would understand
As the grass grows under thora’s feet
And something inside her tickled - not meek
Reminded her of the self she never knew
With all her ability, She felt the acidity,
Deep down inside of her heart gut
“What’s always been hid to me
Is my own sense of quidity “
Some unknown sprite -fancy-had given her the word. She says the word to be like me, she says the word she can be free
Now Thora’s gone.
The end
You’re Hard
And everyone you knew came home again
You’re looking for the sunshine in the rain
But everyone you loved went down the drain
V2
Insane,
They keep you on your own to play their games
They talk about you, you don’t know their names
But they know you, they tell you’re insane
Bridge
And EVERYTHING you worked for
Came to HAUNT YOU by the back door
Where you TRADED IN your salary for grains
-
The LITTLE PILLS they gave to you
That GOT YOU THROUGH and kept you true
Stopped WORKING when you got back in the game
Chorus
(slow)
It’s older now
It’s over now
(faster)
You PLAY YOUR Desert Island Discs
REHEARSE the best goals that you missed
You NEVER talk about those days again.
EnViral Psychonomics
I’ve been out of the world for seven years I won’t come back. Thinking about John Rawls and all those non practiced based quacks.
It’s a long way back from the dog walk to the chamber, but I will not go anywhere I’m powerless and lamer.
-
Every day I write the book with smart pens and smart papers. They
distribute my ideas,
They distribute my knowledge,
They distribute my ideals
and then throw me out of college.
-
What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is theirs, what’s theirs is just nobodies. Enviral Psychonomics.
Sing: ‘ Enviral Psychonomics, Enviral Psychonomics, Enviral Psychonomics, Enviral Psychonomics, Enviral Psychonomics, repetitive atomics, Enviral Psychonomics and your other favourite comics’
Repeat
End
Ruin
When we made you ours
There were still festivals and Olympics
And the ruling rods had not yet
Melted in the hands of the UberConductors
You might still be sculpting horses
In the Council yard sharp sand
Or learning how to answer girls,
If it weren’t for their curriculums
Those melting curriculums which sink
In the sharp sands of modifying sub clauses
In a scheme of work who’s only object is Ruin;
The child of not to be attempted action
So, now we do nothing
We can’t unmake you
We can’t disentangle your anxiety or smother atrophy
And every moment of wasted time is coinage in debt
To the Gesticulators and Spies that you will have to be.
FFS
Spank Me, Spank Me, I really really need for you to spank me.
It’s not the look that was in your eyes or the way you made me feel
Like a penguin looking out at the polar bears with you safe on the inside
Looking out at me, as if to say, as the smile came over your face:
Spank me, Spank me, I really really need for you to spank me.
There is no me in royalty and no divisions into eleven
But when you take me to the your island home and i see your seventh heaven
I want you to take me in your arms and make of me all that you will
Spank me, Spank me, I really really need for you to spank me.
Your ‘ands are so royal, your buts are monarchic, your fingers malinger like a druids
Your royalty, you’re spanking me, under the mistle thrush three egos and two ids
Your royalty, you’re Yorkshire too, to me, you’re a pandemic flu as well as some other fluids
Tell me Telĺ me you’ll thank me - you’ve got the power to turn off the lights
Egg Plant
I was walking on the beach in the bright light of a day
Looked up an’ I saw Venus - finally come my way
Fantasy Interlude (Or Chorus):
‘Stay with me age with me, you can even plague with me
Your eyes are over easy now, your aubergine as well’
She was ambling towards me and a smile was on her face
Out of time and out of mind, she was somewhere out of place
‘Stay with me age with me, you can even plague with me
Your eyes are over easy now, your aubergine as well’
I never met a stranger who I thought I knew so well
Her arms were made to hold me and so into them I fell
‘Stay with me age with me, you can even plague with me
Your eyes are over easy now, your aubergine as well’
Ends.
Big Dreamer
I close my eyes to see you clearly now that there’s no light of day
Still smiling, in my memories, you’ve never been away
I was living in a hostile country, trying to sell my art
Others ticked the algorithms, but they never touched my heart
I was working hard, working late, at what I thought I had to do
I was waking up in Vegas, instead of waking up with you
When I came back I needed you, I wanted you to see
I was giving up on all my dreams to give you all of me
I came back for you,
Now come back for me
Come and share this bitter pill
So we can both be free...
Morning light, legs entwined, the world outside will wait
I see you in my mind’s eye, I see you just too late
The sun had shared your secret and the sun would seal our fate
The legs entwined, no longer mine, I burned that scene with hate,
I came back for you,
Come right back for me
Come and share this bitter pill
For now, or just eternity...
Ends.
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Lord Of All Wokefulness (to Banks Of The Bann)
Bored of all wokeful
Propaganda employed
I cannot see my parents
My girls or my boys
It’s here at the start and the end of the day
With fear in our hearts
It will not go away
Bored of a police state
And Bored of my job
I cannot see my friends
But we all work like dogs
We don’t know that we have got it, but it kills us you say
Your vaccines are in our veins
At the end of the day
So Lord of all hopefulness
Now do you see?
You’re old hat you’re finished
Your words are debris
We used to sing songs, in your churches and halls
But now we just stay at home and stare at the walls
Bored of the kitchen I’m
Bored of the hall
I’m bored of the living room,
Climbing the walls
I’m wearing your mask in my car to the shops
With people and music,
I likes them a lot
Bored of Astra Zeneca
Bored of Pfizer too
We are bored of your Sputniks
And quite bored of you
Why don’t you send us a son to get ill?
This time there’s a cure and
We will send you the bill
--
Adelaide Highway
Well I worked 15 years a plumber then I drove a van and boy
I haven’t seen a real time raise the kids got second hand toys
But now I’ve got Humby and the Adelaide highway
Is full of guys who’re just like me the guilty girls and boys
Coz I ve got a vanguard pension and when I got vaccinated
I left behind the charity and toil that I hated
Now I can live on yield it’s 17 percent
Sounds better if you call it pension we’ve also got a tent
I also bought a field where we can all be pirates
It’s near the down and wield ive planted African style violets
But what I want to tell you
And what I need to say
This song that you’re now humming, been a long dime coming, down the Adelaide highway. Adelaide Highway 🛣
Ends.
lol Beth Lilian
I’m not Lillian I’m Lily and I’m Gillian I’m BETH I’m not Elizabeth and Bethany and billion off I didn’t like what they told me and I was angry as a slut but I am Lily ben and Billy Billy both
I talking riddles could you say I can’t be united and everybody is on Monday and everyone is shouted the waiters in the field in the corners it would be in the Sandringham Dylan is a meeting in early
I’m Liliana Lilly Beth and Millie both Millie I have any on a billy both Elizabeth
I’m nearly in 1 billion million billion million billion billion Killian until you have 1 million and billion is in the other Willy I’m going to go up
Feeling kind of silly because I gotta new Willie and I’m posh
I’m in a sea of trouble got a website at the double oh my gosh
I like your hair net can I get a job in your laboratory?
Actually I need the laboratory - right now
I’m living on upgrading And I’m lighting think I’m shading and I’m hot hot
Wanna be yr baby because I wanna show you everything I’ve got got
Are used to live in Canada but now I live with chickens in the sun
I went to California so that I could live with Oprah coz it’s fun fun fun
I’m living like a queen and I do like to be seen my Willis done done
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What do you keep in the corners of your eye on your throat lump? Did it have somewhere to go did you hold it back was it not wanted? What will you do with it now? Whole exhibition? Start a bank? Maybe you will invest it like the parable?It surely no log of indifference as we see each other passing.
Children Pulling off limbs to see if they really do come back choking on plastic and facemask elastic there is no more starfish in the sea
Unsafe space
I really love soft water when I wash my face
I feel like Gary glitter when he fell from grace
I think I failed the drugs test for the human race
And I hate the photocopier - it’s unsafe space , unsafe space
-
I like to hug my mother and my sisters dog
Last week I got a t shirt to save birds and frogs
From dying in the motorways and human waste
Coz Every service station is an unsafe space, unsafe space.
-
Somewhere fine Pandora’s box we’re alright in the world fictive milk Gentils by rights we’re alright in the world got some people to make me I house we’re alright in the world planted Bali in rotation we’re alright in the world i’m going to find the next elevation. take me to Rosetti‘s house I’m gonna find the box I wanna find it I’m going to beat the fields and shoot the grass I’m alright in the world alright in the world that be bass broRight in the world. The beach doing nothing on the beach it’s going nowhere but I’m alright in the world beats the field shoots the grouch bits going nowhere I’m alright in the world. Take me to your environmental margins let me see your sunset I wanna put my hands in your rare breed chicken coop discreetThis green manure is devastating I’m alright in the world I’m alright in the world and this beach going nowhere this beat beat this beat beat beat for this beat is broke I’m alright the world. Rosetti sweaty Betty are you well well well Rosetti sweaty Betty are you well Rosetti sweaty Betty are you well well well Rosetti sweaty Betty are you well this beats going nowhere.
Rosettis Pandora’s box of 1871 was made but list during c.20.. find it!
TOLERABLE
You’re tolerable
and you’re endurable
whatever can’t be tolerated -
that cannot be curable
so what you are right now is what I’ll love
I had in mind to tell you that
I love you in that plastic hat
and sometimes just to see you here
excites me like you’ve no idea
And even just the sound of you
doing things you like to do
like herding your menageries
or gardening on your hands and knees
Can tempt me into thinking
that each small romantic inKling
should declare the depth of feeling
which has led me to revealing
That:
You’re tolerable
and you’re endurable
whatever can’t be tolerated -
that cannot be curable
so what you are right now is what I’ll love
Gates At The Piper of Dawn
St George
From Hispania Carthaginensis
Came that awful Dacian Gaul
You were not dead
You were not dead
Just five hundred years before
-
So the Golden Legends told us
Catholic Social Media hoards:
There’s a dragon
There’s a dragon
In Silene George endured
-
Now erase him now erase him
Brave Greek Racist
And we’re bored.
-
Rain of fire and fear the idols
Satan hath possessed all but he
3 times death has
Come upon him
Darkness lifted now he’s free
-
Had we voted then for Corbyn
Now bank holidays we would have
Bumper stickers
On our caravans
Praising everlasting George
St Peter’s Close
Oh Peter you’re the least Northern Man I ever did meet
And I didn’t meet you in Hartlepool when you didn’t walk down the street
Now you’re keeping it real for me Peter
Tell me all of the things I should do
Oh Peter Oh Peter, you’re the best meeter and greeter that I ever knew
Oh Oh Oh Mandelson
Oh Oh Oh Mandelson
Abiding With Clyde
Who is difficult
(I'm a diversity Cow
Your a diversity Calf)
Let’s play Widor’s Toccata
Send ten, send pete
For pete’s sake send ten,
As the angry cow ambassador leapt over the sunset boss
Ten sends got sent but Pete oh Pete
Will we ever get to meet again Pete - again?
Don’t know why?
Dont care when?
Oh Mandelson (a bit like Superman)
And that was the end of Clyde the diversity cow
Oh Mandelson
(Repeat to fade)
Another Bloody Sunset
Oh Mandelson
Another Bloody Sunset
Oh Mandelson
Another Bloody Sunset
Oh Mandelson
Another Bloody Sunset
Oh Mandelson
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset
I’d like a beau. Someone in the know to ask me for my hand. Like I could just give away limbs to anyone who showed me some attention. There’s only one thing for sure. Both halves will decide it. It won’t be over til the final whistle and you know there’s nothing like confidence. Nothing.
Whistle blows.
A schizophrenic piano line divined two distinct tunes, but plays them desiderata by side suggesting cacophony and splitting easy attention.
The brass nameplate was inexpensively moulded in a Times font and nobody was home.
Kangaroos and Dogs
Are barking like your mother
When one whimpers
It’s because
It’s dead but it’s your brother
I’ve got a ghost thing going on
I went to find you but you gone
Can someone take me out tonight?
I’ve a ghostthing going on
What’s left?
A little bit of spoon love
The gnarled common thing
You never knew if it was silver
One hand to another
With love
10 minutes round the boating lake
And the world of difference
Chalks up another
Be kind and baby
Your man is a monster
A friend of Churchill
Binary to the finery
Socialist worker
To Spectacle
Heckle to the metal
Fettle to Seattle
It’s a mess baby
We’re all in a mess
The Helleborus in winter saw us make a Christmas chorus but it wasn’t for us it was for u . Will: you asked for desolation you wanted a division of joy you believed in art not peopleIn yourself man and boy. Maybe hathor, Hermes, icarus or pallus,Or maybe some other asteroid or delivery company - which ever caused the end of the world the soonest would come to your aid on that beach in that place where the light cannot recognise your face. You’re reflective today, only quarter pay, you say: ‘nothing that fits on a belt should cause the end of the word’ and in some random act of hope, you decide to make sense of I all. Every cul de sac, every no throughroad and turning circle. You mean to pigeonhole every red brick er on their chocolate estates and ave the world from its Amazon fate. You don’t give a fuck about DPD,or the other asteroids in Noddys belt.now you just want cash and pigeons are the way to it. You drive on
I know all the right words à la say them at the right times two going to hand in plans for the Catherine apathetic blonde land apathetic cat cat casa cat cat cat cat papa cat stuff up pop pop up up up up up up are up up up up up up up cat crap lap nap nap cat cat tap off up locations applications application cat I’m blonde cat and the cat bland bland home I can’t stand to demand for granted and hold hands some mans land you doughnut you doughnut to stand I dare not ask me do not ask me doughnuts pasty doughnuts ask me do you and garage give me the green read garage to middle white white snow give me the brown brown leaves in a black black row similar to blue sky and sun read read posters to be re-grant system that yellow close toes toast toast goes to the most most houseGoals message to Joolz with the most close toast the ghost with the most close toast ghost horse
Even dying has to be fun and everything about commodities has been said and it doesn’t matter what we talk about it doesn’t matter what we see it doesn’t matter if you believe or you don’t it matters whether you made it fun. I like skinning a rabbit is in a hairdressers full of oestrogen and if you’re not popular you can’t stay. That’s why we have beauty academies and fast food and it’s why your Internet delivered order comesBy sizzle or football or phlegm or dribble or Bunzl or TV or give me a maxi your new
Bit Blocka
I am a world blocking bit
And I hope you understand
That my sense of self importance is
From up on high command
Important’s not my name you see
I’m far beyond just that
Essential to your viable self -
that’s where I lay my hat;
In the only place where you can be
And safely - wearing yours.
These turn key times, when nothing rhymes
And nothing opens doors
Like being me and so, unblocked
We’re living in the now
There is no tyranny of then,
when, if or Bloody How.
Just now and if you feel a bit
Uncomfortable or out of line
Remember what you feel is me,
That bit you felt - was Mine.
Amazing to think of all those songs hiding in simple instruments or in the ruminant hums of makers and players.
Poets and Parts; You’ve got to try and listen without prejudice - you miserable fucking tarts.
Well it’s one furlough for Lincolnshire and one for Liverpool
I might be a Friday night punk
But I am not anybody’s fool
Junk, monk, sunk, bunk, flunk
Spunk, hunk
Well I might be a teacher in a primary school
But I don’t always live by the teachers’ rules
Thursday nights magnolia and top of the pops
But when it gets to friday all the do goodin stops
I tore my tights in Brighton
Sewed my suit up as the boat sunk
The bombs I planted were just to frighten
I got my habit from a plastic monk
Coz I’m a FRIDAY-NIGHT-PUNK
liammurphysblog.com
For The Rev Elation
When I’m filling up your platform with my writing what I need is
Money and respect
Tax and someone listening
Choice for God Elect and
Movement up the listings
When I’m lining out your wallet with my pictures what I want is
The chance to dream
be more than I seem
To join with the others and
Play coach for the team
When I’m telling you all my secrets what I really got to do is
be safe
And be secure
From the ever
Loving poor
Who are massing
at the gates so
Get your e-pike
don’t be late
For the Rev Elation
Some rare sightings on the North Norfolk Coast this year:
A common site was what you saw
A glimpse of them on a far off shore
- not that you knew it then -
But the specimens you met as your arcs related
seemed over intent on having extirpated
your every wholesome thought of - Birdwatchers.
A call went out:
the whole flock departed in SUV's
dusting me, other cars and low lying trees
in a 9000 RPM, sand clouded curve
out of the Norfolk Wildlife Reserve - car park -
texting azimuth and elevation co-ordinates as they went
To sight an African Stork at Morley near Kent....
Gobshites in gabardines.
Ideas re literary glamp site retreat
Use mikes text as an open source screenplay ? Or an O/S version? Peer produced etc...
Weeping Tears of boredom on the rathmines road, in the forests and the deserts of the Lincoln fields. Tears of boredom on the motorways and the services, inside the card at the museum. Tears of boredom in the restaurant and the business that went, tears of boredom on the motorbike, horseback, at the allotment by the bike track. Tears of boredom are what we cry at the people that we see as they pass by our window in their masks with their ever shrinking tasks, tears of boredom by the lake a metre distanced, no one at the wake. Tears of boredom weeping tears of boredom at the tears unwept. Now we’re all behaving and everything’s been swept under the carpet. Carpet tears, warp and weft, tears of boredom. No
Life left.
Mick Christopher kidsing
Hawkeshead cast iron griddle old flat
Real distressed woman in fake distressed jeans seeks Recognition of home and endeavour love packaged and redeliver me back to my life
1
Cold Harbour HB Grace be
Newton Dimbleby and Hornsby
Scott Willoughby
Viking link converter
Threekingham Screed in Tin
and Sleaford. Spondee
Warbling Heckington and Billingborough sweeten Helpringham
Bridgend Hobbling Fin
Donnington
Quadring Gosberton
2
Northorpe Vicarand Parker
Quartering oh Dyke and Wigtoft
Burt off to Lane and Sutton
Sakata passion in Cedar
Richard booth me at the York early music Festival. Walnut Lakes
Mary spices anointing Jesus on the wash Dyke Road
Fosdyke Speed camera
And over the River Welland
To South Holland
Emmett Emmett Emmett Emmett
Holbeach Saint Marks chilled food factory Moulton sees end
