Half five?
that's the time and not a sum to do,
it's
cold enough outside to crack porcelain teeth
I'm not surprised that squirrels hide their nuts.
but
Summer will come and we'll sit in the sun wherever we are
and at half past five when the world comes alive we'll all be
happy, ( he said, tongue in cheek )

at the mo' nowhere to go, not even if we wanted to, we have to wait and see what Santa brings.

They never sang Dixie at the Dixieland Showbar in the late sixties or not as I recall, but they did have a glitterball
and I should have gone to School the next morning but was asleep on the beach at Morecambe, Mam never knew about that, but she knew a lot of things and my ears still ring from the boxing she gave them.

And the Casino Club at Blackpool, I can't remember the turn that was on but he was a singer and the beer was cheaper than at the Nags Head which was a win for me.

Not a wasted childhood but a bit of a wild one
and all that's gone now
somehow I got old.

When work becomes overpowering
because you've put too many hours in
it's time to take a break.

The work will wait
it'll always be there
there's always someone who'll do
even if that someone's not you,

go and sit on a beach
and
bleach your hair white
or get down to the club
and
jitterbug all night.

This really is a political party
clowns to the right of me
and they take what is left.

they'll be guzzling wine like it's going out of fashion
and we'll be wearing dungarees which have gone out of fashion.

There's no telling what they'll tax us with
but tax us they will until we're ground into the ground

'this won't affect the pound in your pocket'
and that too was a lie,
it's no wonder that Harold got an arrow in his eye,

'the pragmatic premier' or not.
if you don't get it you're too young.

Have you ever believed in
'Daylight Saving'
if so
you may be entitled to compensation.

Someone must have died in
whatever it is they're hiding
and
we'll never know the truth.

Rambling yet again and it's
Wednesday such a shame
it could have been another day
like Christmas day
or pancake day or even
Maundy Thursday,

I will pray as I ramble on my way
thankful that it's Wednesday
and
I still have a say.

When in the thick of it
and feeling sick of it
just step back and
look at it

differently.

If you think they're coming here to sing a psalm to you there's no helping you, do you really think that choir of thieving hypocrites that sit on velvet seats whilst talking **** and bull are in waiting to pull you out of the water, no, they're there to drown you in the mire that they're creating,
whatever name they go by they all scheme and cheat and lie and however much we try we cannot beat them at their own game.