woken by the stir as mother nature
turned her coat...
wind blown in the new as leaves fallen
fated will.....
twigs scatterd without a care.. branches beaten
all is fair
winter taketh soon be there
frost still wanting freezing out
winters hardeness...
birds still singing
what a song..
time of year this must be wrong
autumn closing feel the cold as
mother nature turns her coat

The silence screaming in me head
give me something please i beg
talk to me so i may live
silence deadened all forgive

inner rage yet outside peace
wanting life to re-release
thought my head would cope so well
fear the silence all not well

chains so heavy yet quiter still
talk to me ...hear me
heartbeat ..fear me
silence ..scare me

Pumpa ..pumpa thats all i do
can you hear it .ill give you a clue
stinka ..smelly...parpety parp
that what it sounds like when i do f@#t

see the smog as i open the door
parpety parp ..pumping galore
beans and cabbage help me along
lots of ale ...trumpety trump
pukka pie or chilli kerbab ..
parpety parp...gives me a smile

pumping trumping thats all i do
wind from me **** ill give you a clue
sounds like a whale from miles away
trumper thumper.. parpety parp

sbd's are part of me aim
but a parp is a much better game
brussel ..stuffing give it me now
parpety parp ..trumpety trump

Do I really do it ?..Do i stop right there?
stop the fight for freedom..
do I really care ?
Is it time to let it go ?do I give in now?
has my time gone past me ?
even at this hour?

The path closed as i started to run
even as my life begun
I wasted chances that no -one saw
I must be mad they all deplored
oh so well its time to see ..put me feet up
breath the deep

So in i am some place like hell
purgatory for my cell
yes its my fault so they say
devil works his mysterious ways

Have you seen a wookey yet ?? I saw one yesterday
he gaited round some pebbles and never looked my way
could see what he was after cos seaweed is their food
its such a prized possesion to take it would be rude

they forage on the beach all day to seek it to be rich
to own a piece of seaweed is an honour ..
be sure a wookey style
the only thing that keeps them worried is us
and dare I say??

Their name is only whispered here...
no not loud at all
Cheddar George's ..from the black sand
a shiver to the core
they are a breed of wookey's that no one can decide
to fear them is to be aware they have a darkened side

Now wookeys live in peace they say and rarely do collide
however storms were brewing here a wookeys seaweed pride
i'll tell you more as i find out am sure to keep in touch
and as they say in wookey hole
go have a happy wookey day !!!

Have you seen them ?..you have to be quiet
wookey's are special and shy when seen out
they're rather aloof but furry and cute
but dont be took in for their looks be the truth

They live somewhere special...its called wookey hole
a place on the beach ....all hidden from all
they like to be ...not seen and hide really well
but we know the place that wookey's do dwell

they live like the hobbits but not quite that way
cos wookey's are wookey's what more can i say
one day i'll tell more but first you must promise
to not tell a soul about wookey hole


the little wookey's

The darkness within me is screaming awake
my plight on this earth is fighting disgrace
the anger is rage that boils on inside
just leave me alone or i may bite

the cloud is behind me yet blacker than space
can feel all its pressure its darkened my days
just want to be free from this world that i fight
time to dispel all that hate and dislike

see i feel better now that you can see
my rage and the cloud have set me a free
where once there was madness and rage all inside
a fluffy white cloud just chuckles the sigh

yet... its there at the ready to pounce once again
the rage and the boil a blackness within
it waits oh so quiet for me to amiss
the darkness of anger ...a master of sin