From the jacket on my back to the shoes that I walk in,
I got nothing
From the dreams that guide my day to the reality that makes it sway,
I got nothing
To the wind that touches my skin and to know thats all that's been,
Still,
I got nothing

When do I start again to feel that I have a purpose
This world pandemic and its claws with this killer virus
Just to wake up and to feel again normality
To hold and touch a strangers hand
Not to feel it a vulgarity

#nobodywantsthisnewnormal

JJB

We sat for 4 months alone
No friends
No family
Just Netflix and our mobile phones
We scattered around the serious subjects in life
Our jokes, our smiles, soon blended week after week
Until that river ran dry and fresh solace we did seek
For a couple can survive on meat and flinted stone
But without social company
It's hard to live
Together
Alone

JJB

You may have fists as hard as iron
But my mind has been through fights that would leave you crying
You may have stamped on heads and thought you were the champ
But believe me friend, I've been through such darkness it scales past ten on any rock'n'roll amp
For I have felt, seen and heard the tragedy of many a sleepless night
As I, like many I know,
Live, breath and bask in this life
That we all only know, as

The Fight

JJB

A number
Just too short for a double
Back on the wing at White Hart Lane
To sort out any imposing trouble
Lucky for some
Depending on what and why
The time for weekend breakfast
How'd you like your eggs, scrambled, poached or fried?
It doesnt just fit on anyones new shirt
A Welsh genuis on the ball, he'll leave you in a blizzard
All hale our returning son
Lets just say we have him home, our little pocket wizzard
Feeds the ball to Kane and Son
Every pass is on a plate
Takes the ball from the sky
Like a fish devouring it's bait
He runs like the wind passed attacking foe
Knowing he's got it nailed
For he is the one,
The only,
Yes,
He is,

Gareth Bale

#No.9

JJB

Another day, another new rule
A country being run by an Eton fool
From lockdown to lifted frowns
Deserted pubs to heaving towns
Dropping like flies to were almost over it
Now being told to go back home to wait and sit
You can meet up if you're in your sacred bubble
Womens legs as hairy as her husbands face with stubble
Now towns have broken all the rules, those stupid daft twits
So lets make up some other guff, yes, rule of six
I can meet up with mum and dad but not my sis and kids
But shop in Asda too, rubbing shoulders within the midst
This pandemic goes to show the world is run by clueless buffoons
Who will tell us next it'll be over soon,
Oh we believe you Boris,
We are seriously led by the loons.

JJB

You can't make love fit
It is what it is
A mould
The occasional broken fold
Fakeness is always seen
Remove them quick, it's going to hurt
A broken heart, your ruptured spleen
They've come, they've conquered and they have been
Close that door and throw away that key
As you can't hold hands as the unfitted two's
Kick them off, throw them in the bin
Yeah you,
Wearing those wrong size shoes

JJB