A man for seasons
Vivaldi played this tune
Neil Armstrong looked down
As he walked along the moon
Noah was very clever
When he sailed around in his Ark
Spielberg scared us witless
When we saw his man eating shark
Roswell holds a lot of secrets
When aliens crashed under the sun
Cleese and all his pythons
Gave us laughter and tremendous fun
Pinter wrote dark little plays
About homecomings and a dumb waiter
Van Gogh put paint onto his canvas
I guess it's sad what happened later
The Beatles destroyed America
As they rode the musical jackpot
And finally one Adolf ******
Sadly remembered for be a crackpot

Drive my car slowly
A car made to last
The engine purrs like a cat
But the exhaust gives off a blast
Turning heads on the high street
As the smoke engulfs the air
Pedals are sticking like glue
My neighbours stop and stare
The boot suddenly flies open
And my door drops to the floor
Headlights start to flicker
This car is running no more
Kick the tyres in frustration
Slam the hood in anger
Then the wheel trim rolls away
I've bought myself a banger

Dressed as a king I wandered with the procession
The costume my mother designed for me
As a young boy I remember all the dressed up vehicles
The colours were beautiful to see
Crowds of people stood and cheered
When they recognised local faces
Family and friends waved from below
To the lucky ones who filled the spaces
We all followed the engines
And I said hello to a friend
My sister was somewhere amongst it all
I later found her when the fun came to an end
I swear it seemed brighter that day
As the sun shone like gods eye in the sky
Watching over the happiness and togetherness
He wanted a day of peace so he made us work hard and try

The wind gives chase to my wandering soul
As I walk along the gaping cliff edge
Lights from neighbouring kingdoms
Bring me perilously close to the ledge
I see stars twinkle in a black curtain sky
Reminding me of home
Alone and afraid of the world
I'm nomadic and forced to roam
When will I settle
Can I begin to ever live again
God please **** out my darkness
Turn me away from a creeping insane
Shoeless on the wet grass
A heavy heart holding me up
Village life has made me sheltered
Scraping around like a wounded pup
The moon kisses the sea
What a pleasant sight to behold
Crashing waves steal the air
A pleasure worthy of gold
Must I endure such fatigue
My bones are rattling but why
Praying to god seems futile
I say goodnight now to the hypnotic sky

Pop goes the rubber cork
And the champers fizzes round the room
I recognise most of the faces
In this charade where morons loom
Tacky earrings swing in the wind
They wear high heels and sharp suits
False conversations and canned laughter
Gulping the pink stuff from thin slender flutes
'Do you like my bag'?
'It's Versace and I love the colour'
'Oh that's just gorgeous', says the high heel wearer
Can this conversation get any duller
'My Ferrari needs a service'
A ***** decides to speak
'My daddy has a friend in the business'
My brain begins to creak
Can't stand anymore of this *******
It's time for me to go home alone
My face just doesn't fit here
Cause its real and it's all my own

Treading light footed on the grass
And avoiding wild prickly thorns
We were all young adolescent children
On life's chess board we were pawns
Running over the bridge
Which spanned a reed filled river
We watched the ripples shimmer
As a cool wind made us shiver
From the bridge we saw the city centre
And the Cathedral at its core
The football ground glimmered to the east
But we didn't care for the score
Houses fed off the grassy banks
It was the estate we all called ours
The dreaded rent office showed its face
In front of smoke filled cooling towers
A gang of unruly ruffians
Shouted from the bank below
We'd already made a head start though
And besides they were much to slow
The landslide gave us such fun
Cause the eighties seemed full of gloom
A Tory regime tried to hurt us
But the flowing river made us grow and bloom

The ageing old factory told a tale
Staff have plenty of stories to tell
Of a nasty ghost simply named William
A blackness in a supernatural shell
On the allotment near the river
His horse could be heard at night
Hoofs ride eerily along the grass
Audible in clarity but rarely seen by sight
Myself and a friend believe we saw him
Stood between the factory walls
We only noticed he had a transparent body
After he refused to answer our calls
He just lifted his arm and pointed
And it chilled us to the bones
That night is etched in my memory
When us and him crossed through timezones
The children painted a mural
On a building next to the bowling green
He was pointing like he did to us two
Its the most chilling thing I've ever seen