everyday watching
a girl who's a Princess
is tough for
a man don't you see?
could be a
slopsong if written by any Prince Charming
excepting by
me
wind blows
up and down the road with a gust
and a dust
that is making a hill
as curlers
in hair and fag in her mouth
she comes home
each day from the mill
Japanese mill
girls strike flutters in hearts
that are beating
beneath yellow breasts
North Country
millgirls put passion in miners
with heavy
black hair on their chests
were I a miner
all filled with desire
lying down
I'd go mining for gold
being as me
as I am and will be
her three inch
high heels turn me cold
I'll send her
a bunch of pink plastic-of-roses
whose scent
with soap fumes fills the air
I'll talk of
the waves of the rollers
that lacquer
has set in her peroxide hair
I sing of the
weals the bobbins the calluses
rubbed in her
delicate hand
and Satanic
mills that like churches
have filled
this pit-covered part of the land . . .
Charlie boy
my friend
Horsey too
might end
with bad luck
up for air
hot one too
change your hair
but with tea,
tea for two
you and me,
me and you
we can ride
in the sky
deep in the heart of Thumbquake Vale
many a mortal is telltale
whitened and frightened
innocently pale
your face is a mask that you borrowpatience and virtue all around the rim
under a grey mask of Teardim
lips that are mouthing:
'after I'm let in
cold is the colour of earthscrew'
return to top
across the wheel
I saw you at
mistaken for
an eye-set cat
was not too
slow for our meet
and I wandered
out of control
as I saw enough
of your soul
I went head
over heels over you
cachoo!
I'm written
in a little book
in Austr's
sacred marum crook
only down here
it's in black
what a way
to get in a whirl
over such a
one, one-time girl
I don't like
my motorbike no more
yes, I'm sure
how are you been?
how have I know?
uh huh
that can I say what did you
go?
ah, but I have put older
below you (so much)
that I was too much younger
to know you, yeah
like a ferret
with a rabbit
but you are
white and I am tawny
you're invisible,
elusive
(I suppose
you think it's funny)
when I find
you gonna hold you gonna keep you
which no-one
else has done yet so far as I know
lights! lights!
lights!
enter hautboys
with flaming, flaring torches
of bright gold
and damask scented neon signs
with blazing
plastic tapestries
as I sing ever-so-high
to reach you
I once saw you
in a nightmare
or perhaps
it was a dream
I put out my
hand to reach you
and I saw you
did the same
but I woke
up in a cold sweat, washed my pillow
and slipped
it in between two pieces of bread
dark, ever so
dark and distant rode the knight
heading towards
the dawn
over the jam
and jumbled hills
and it never
came any nearer, nearer, nearer
though two
hundred thousand monarchs sought after you . . .
that is what
we need, yeah
that is what
we need
I don't take
objection
to you moving
your sweet way
but I think
wouldn't it be that much better
if we both
went in the same direction?
I could freeze,
I could ache
I could eat
a birthday cake
was it me,
was it made?
all the candles
start to break
I'm cold, tired
and hungry and I ain't got no no no
please Mr. Messenger
say something good to me
I wish I was
hot quite a lot at the bottom of the sea
Madeline Magic
don't tell
I warn you
now you have
torn him
now I have
torn you
part taken
revenge
never shall
woman
hurt him again
the man who
stole her Magic
and took her
latest breath
deformed became
a tragic
in the art
of making death
he stalked
the answer boldly
but it turned
his head to stone
now in the
night she whispers coldly
'in the end
you're not alone'
ah, all her
friendship kindness gone
ah, but in
him it lingers on
in the steps
of Sleeping Beauty
pricked her
finger to the bone
then awake
to certain duty
still she goes
it on her own
when the White
Monk dies of sorrow
put your last
life on the shelf
and be the
Phoenix of Tomorrow
be a prophet
to yourself
I know you were
looking forward to seeing me
I can tell
by the smile in your face
I can tell
by the way you send sun into the room
and the way
you bounce into the place
and you know
I'm really pleased to see you
but if I'm
half as pleased as you should
be - you'd
be two times more pleased than I am
and that's
a whole lot of pleased it's that good
we knew we were
looking forward to seeing us
you wanted
me to want to see you
and I wanted
you to want to see me
and I wanted
what you wanted too
and we know
we're really pleased to see us
we're more
pleased than we thought that we could
be - which
is twice what we thought that we would be
and that's
a whole lot of pleased and it's that good
I should have
seen the writing on the wall
I should have
seen the signs
really should
have noticed that my number was up
I should have
learned to read between the lines
don't go making
calculations in the hatchery
'fore all your
bridges have been crossed
as Albert
might have said a little girl found
is the counterpart
to a big boy lost
if you thought
that what I wanted was a bird in the hand
that on stormy
days I'd sail to any port
you should
have known I really wanted two in the bush
not a last
tango in Earls Court
I
gotta go . . . I gotta go . . .
sorry
so sorry
it
hurts I know, it hurts me so
and
there you have it from the bottom of my heart
ensuring
your security
I
know this is your chance
to
choose, select, secure your happy ending
I
could never give that guarantee
but
now I think I see it's really me
you
follow so discreetly with your eyes
it's
alright but still surprise surprise
as
the dance gets under way
playing
what I wanna play
turning
the tables (subtle subtlety)
I
Wanna Hold Your Hand
I
Wanna Be Your Man
Alright
Now . . . by Free
thank
you for asking, thanks for the opportunity
to
know that I'm a part of your deception
this
scene's like something from The Graduate
unlike
the film I get there just too late
but
though I know your bridges have been burned
I
was here and we made sure the tables turned