Bits Of Song

 

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.

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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

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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.

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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

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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 

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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