(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Nothing nicer,
Sinful sweetness,
Darling desire,
Every time we come together.

Nothing neater,
Sinful stardust,
Darling dancing,
Every time we come together.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Lippman and Dee)

Baby, I do love you,
I want you forever,
But you’re too young right now,
I’m too young somehow,
We both want fun,
We’ve just begun to grow.

He’s pretty,
As we lay next to each other,
He’s pretty,
As we make love all through the night,
He’s pretty.
As we kiss in the morning shine,
He’s pretty.

Listened to an old VoiceMail,
Just to hear you speak,
That soft spoken tenderness,
With the American twist.

I cried as I heard you,
Tears of sadness,
Tears of joy,
Tears of memory,
Tears of laughter,
Tears of pain,
Tears that flowed like angry rain.

Listened to an old VoiceMail,
Just to hear you talk,
That smooth subtle caressing,
With the American twist.

George W. Bush and John Kerry,
Fight it out,
Who'll be number one?

In Iraq lest we forget,
Is a man,
Who fights with his gun.

Front-page news is a tale of sin,
Because we know what could have been,
There could have been peace,
There could have been rest,
There could have been love,
That would have been best,
Instead there is war,
Instead there is death,
Instead there is loss,
Well would you have guessed?

A man he dies fighting for his home,
Been invaded by those who go to calm,
Democracy is the aim,
But how many died in vain on the way?
A child is alone,
No mother, no father, no food, no one to know,
Is it right?
Is it fair?

Bush, he is going for gold,
Front-page news is what he is,
Taking the spotlight from a land he destroyed,
They have a voice,
They should be heard.

(Song title from Judy Garland’s catalogue,
by George & Ira Gershwin)

I wanted to hold you the moment we met,
Your eyes like deep pools of emotions I’ll never forget,
Your lips held a smile by Da Vinci himself,
You exuded the sparkle of a mischievous elf,
I wanted to mould to embraceable you,
And give you a love that would see you through,
And now here we are embracing in a magical grip,
I feel warm and safe with you on this trip.

Memories etched through the veins of my soul,
I picture your face, our dreams and goals,
You were my angel when here on earth,
But now you are gone i appreciate your worth,
Up in heaven a true angel has been made,
But deep into a pillow my sorrows have played,
I lived my daily life from hour to hour,
But i lay at your grave a dull scented flower,
A rose with such beauty that compares to your own,
Thanks for the memories, my angel that's flown.

(Song title from Blind Boy Fuller’s catalogue, by Allen)

My mind is like a tree,
A Weeping Willow with many leaves,
Each one can turn,
Each one can rust,
Each one can vanish and turn to dust,
Each leaf is like a thought,
Each thought has a life,
Each life has dream,
But like this Willow I weep into a muddy stream.

The prison walls are tall,
And I feel so small,
The delicate tapestry is formed,
And my head is horned,
I can attack,
I can attack,
I can release the demons,
I can grieve and apologise for the punishment now that I have suffered.

Put centre stage,
In the spotlight,
On the hot seat,
My life on the line,
I apologise.

The trees can reach the moon,
I will join them soon,
The devious genius lives on,
He thinks up a con,
He can't battle,
He can't battle,
He can't free all the nightmares,
He can't cry or feel sorrow for crimes he committed for he's not suffered.

Feeling the heat,
Being questioned,
Firing line,
His sanity cracked,
They apologise.

An apology to the victim of lifelessness,
An apology to the evil of creativity,
An apology to the creature of diamond madness.

Understanding my mind,
Thought through,
Thorough,
Complete and whole,
I am togetherness,
I am solid and soulful,
I am collected.

(Song title from B.B. King’s catalogue, by King and Taub)

We argued,
I left and ran for cover,
Hours
Days passed,
Weeks,
Months passed,
Years,
I had vanished I thought,
You found my hideout,
You sent a note,
This is what you wrote,
“I love you, my angel, I love you,
Please hurry home”.

The sun is shining boldly,
The grass glistens in the rays,
I hear children playing,
As they live out halcyon days.

But as I sit in my room,
Alone and watching TV,
I picture that you're here,
Sunbathing in the sun with me.

The night is drawing closer,
The sky shimmers with its stars,
I hear silence ringing,
As I remember loves guitar.

Never fall from the stars,
A determined ambition to collapse under the breeze,
When a flame dies from fear of light,
You can hear his silent cry in the dark.

The arrogance of loneliness,
It takes over me,
How can I break the chains of sadness?

A pill,
A drink,
A gun,
A cry,
A facade or potion to hide behind,
A fountain of laughter to cry inside of myself.

Motivation,
Aggravation,
Deprivation,
Chained and bound,
Will I ever be found?
I'm lost,
I'm lost,
I'm lost,
I'm lost forever.

A photograph of her,
And a lonely sesame seed,
A pocket watch – engraved,
The inscription reads,
“My darling, with this treasure,
You’ll feel the time tick slowly by,
By with this pocket-watch of gold,
You know I’m listening to your sighs”.

No flowers,
No trees,
No birdsong,
No summer breeze,
No blue sky,
No light,
No daytime,
No welcome night.

A life without the sun,
No shelter from shadows,
No inner strength,
No energy to run.

Grow flowers,
Grow trees,
Bring birdsong,
Bring summer breeze,
Bright blue sky,
Bright light,
Come daytime,
Come welcome night.

A life blessed with the sun,
With shelter in shadows,
With inner strength,
With energy to run.

Some believe in Santa Claus,
And some believe in God,
I believe in the Easter Bunny,
I know the path he trod.

He passes through many streets and towns,
Leaving, on his way,
Many eggs and gifts and sweets,
And games for all to play.

Easter comes but once a year,
Though its roots are divine,
We understand the joy he brings,
At this special time.

Here comes the Easter Bunny,
With his fluffy tail,
He dances through the countries,
Quickly, as careful as a snail.

See the light in their eyes,
As they realise they have grown,
Looking all around them to demonstrate,
Every little thing they've been shown,
Another year wiser,
Another day to enjoy,
It's a birthday carnival,
A festival of light,
See the sparkle as they grow,
See the diamonds in the know,
On their birthday filled with merriment,
See the light in their eyes,
Feeling heaven sent.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson, Teddy Riley and A. Davidson)

Staring at her from the window,
Daily eye-contact leads to smiles,
I offer a coffee,
She graciously accepts,
We kiss and touch,
But then it ends,
She looks riled,
Still…
…she drives me wild.

(Song title from “Cats” by Lloyd Webber, Nunn and Eliot)

I recall the day the sun faded with golden haze,
Leaving a mist of inner peace upon the sky,
The clouds’ lining of silver were bright fire-red; ablaze,
This is a memory that haunts me and I begin to cry,
The horsemen of the apocalypse sent me to a daze,
I reminisce in fear about the day I thought I’d die.

I woke today and saw the frost,
It was perched on the rooftops,
The rooftops of every roof in town,
I saw the snow as it trickled down,
To the ground,
Fluttering sound.

I woke today and saw the frost,
It rests on the Christmas trees,
The trees decorated with baubles,
I saw the tinsel and the angel,
Christmas time,
This special time.

Punish my heart,
It aches to feel that which it fears,
The destiny of anguish,
The demise of sanity encountered through the years,
The years of struggle, strife and sadness,
The bliss of discovering the safety of madness.

Concrete rooms, concrete sky,
The layers they place upon my grave,
No coffin - just angry mud,
Of insects and bugs waiting to feast,
Upon the remains of flesh from the East,
Cold and my form deformed.

No heaven above have i travelled to,
No hell below has consumed me,
No limbo to repent and deny,
Just silent bitterness; jury for the death i daily die,
The tears i bury in a casket of air,
Frozen to the altar; i feel nothing is there.

Punish my heart,
It bleeds the red and hot of love,
Sheds the red and hot of hate,
Leaving an empty shell that yearns for the sting of salt,
The salt of seaside, sun and sadness,
The fear of discovering the safety of madness.

Out of the window, hand in hand,
We look up to the stars,
And hear the chimes on TV ring,
To see the joy this New Year brings,
See the fireworks blazing high,
Through the midnight hour sky,
Watch them fly,
Watch them fly,
Watch them fly.

Holding you feels so right,
A perfect harmony,
The tune of wrong and right,
A balanced karma,
An equilibrium unheard of,
And all it took was time.

All your evil schemes won’t bring me down,
I’m standing tall,
I’m looking proud,
I’ve got control of the situation,
Don’t need to listen to your litigation,
I have my own ways of mitigation,
I’m open to suggestion from my inspiration,
I can achieve,
I can beat you,
Won’t let you win,
Won’t let you in,
I’m the idol of my eye,
Won’t be brought down by your sins.

Ghosts, ghouls and gory creatures,
People plagued with disturbing features,
Prowling around; obscene,
It's the time for Halloween,
The air is eerie and bitter,
The voices of the night titter,
The echoes of warmer times disappear,
Leaving us filled with the need for loved ones to be near,
A jumper, a hat and a scarf,
A warming drink and heated bath,
A night indoors to keep you calm,
October is the month of dread and harm.

Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to kiss the grass,
Sees his roots,
Sees his fallen leaves,
Sees his cuts, his sap, his blood.

Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to see his pain,
See his life,
See his broken bark,
See his anguish, his demise.

A butterfly crept to sleep upon my fingertips,
Its tiny eyes,
Its open mind,
Drifting miles beyond this Earth.

I walked for days,
I slaved through my chores,
But still it slept,
Beauty and desire,
The flightless butterfly upon my fingertips.

The strain of holding my pose was a hard weight to bear,
But daily it got lighter as heaven slowly took him home.

A butterfly fell to death upon my fingertips,
Its lifeless wings,
The song it sings,
Reincarnation - an angel.

I miss the feel of love,
Upon my fingertips.

Refuse to believe the truth,
Like a vial of honesty,
An itchy hand - a broken roof.

Like a tile of lead falling,
And rain crumbling,
Like the land crying for help and calling.

Wine fuelled disposition,
A craving for a pause,
A moment in my world; life's intermission.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Rod Temperton)

Late at night I lay him down,
Draw his lips to my neck,
*** away the tears and frowns,
I stroke and rock with you,
Take you in and slowly drown,
Soft and hard, rough and slow.

Embalm my soul if you can,
So that the world may keep preserved,
The inner-workings of a troubled man,
Who suffered as much as he deserved,
For I struggled and fell,
Sometimes I soared up high,
As they ring my last bell,
Keep my soul from learning to fly,
Embalm my soul if you can,
So that the world may comprehend,
The inner-sadness of a broken man,
Who suffered for those who can’t defend.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Don’t close that door on us,
Give us half a chance,
We can work it out I’m sure,
Don’t play our final song,
Don’t make this our last dance.

Don’t shut me out your heart,
Let me hear it beat,
We can work it out I know,
Don’t leave me in the cold,
Don’t banish all our heat.

Already missing your touch,
The warm embrace of love,
The silent self-evaporation,
The ease you send my way,
The tenderest of sensations.

Already missing your laugh,
The sweet endearing sound,
The content expression of being,
The vibes that cheer my heart,
The wonder of all i'm seeing.

I lay myself upon you,
I pray the moment lasts,
As deep into your eyes i stare,
And stroke the hair from your face,
My lips embrace the touch of yours,
And my breath is stolen by bliss.

The kiss of a moment for eternity,
As your neck and back i devour,
You pull me closer with your scent,
And take me to the edge of ecstasy,
I take your hand in mine,
Your fingertips i caress with gentleness.

I indulge my desire flesh to flesh,
As you indulge yours in the heat of the night,
A candle shines upon your naked breast,
Intensity and magic - you feel like an Empress,
To you my heart, body, soul and life i give,
If for one night your trust you unleash.

She wanders around trying to smile,
A brave face,
The picture of denial,
Tries to hide the hurt that grows,
Scared of rejection,
The youth and innocence that no one knows.

Nicola Bolt was working at staying strong,
A road often travelled,
Her journey is too long,
Scared of speaking out, of causing a revolt,
Afraid of crumbling below,
The poor lost soul of Nicola Bolt.

Dying out,
I can feel it coming,
We’re cooking the planet,
Polluting the skies,
The rivers are mud,
Telling ourselves lies,
Dying out.

Won’t exist,
I can sense the future,
We’re killing planet Earth,
Causing our demise,
Bringing our kind down,
The horsemen arise,
Won’t exist.

I don't care if it rains,
I don't care if it snows,
I don't care about anything,
Anything but myself.

I don't care if you cry,
I don't care if you scream,
I don't care about anything,
Anything but my pain.

I don't care about you,
I don't care about me,
I don't care about nobody,
Nobody but just me.

I don't care,
I can't care,
I won't care.

To arise like a titan,
And stare at the morning sun,
Watching the dew fall like rain down your skin,
I'm in bliss,
Happy

Beneath the crucifix I kneel,
Genuflecting before God,
Before our Father,
Before our priest,
He grabs me, holds me, drags me,
Out of sight,
Away from the eyes of mortal men,
He hits me, hurts me, breaks me,
Out of sight,
And all in the name of the Father.

Cold walls closing in around me,
The heat of midday sun in my brain,
Distance, such distance in the white box,
The picture of the white room spinning past my eyes,
The tension in my legs,
The teardrops stain my eyes,
Red, blood red and haunted,
I smile...that face smiles...the one that is not mine,
But a clowns,
The cover of the frozen screams,
A hand covers my mouth, not my own,
The one with the strings,
Pulling my strings,
Making me dance to his tune,
I am stiffly gliding in air,
My blood is pumping viciously,
Rush...I rush,
Explosions in my eyes,
It's free, and I'm dancing on electric breezes
Unknown sensations hit my body,
Aroused and agonised insane,
The time I spent in space with needle forced pleasure,
Floating in the clouds,
Running up buildings,
Biting my arms,
Blood running out and nothing is felt,
Just tingles so soft,
My body is touched from head to toe,
No inch spared,
The clawing nails,
I win, I lose, I start to fail.

Stronger than my size assumes,
Small but powerful,
I climb,
I crawl,
I march in my regiment,
Never out of step.

Protected and protecting,
On parade,
See humans hunting us down,
We survive and outnumber,
They think they’re so tough,
I’ll thrive on my own terms,
Whatever the ground or soil.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Harrison)

Something in your touch comforts me,
Like a baby upon mothers knee,
I am secure and sense no fragility,
Somehow I trust you implicitly.

Something in your kiss just astounds,
Like a bird calling his sunrise sounds,
I am amazed by the tenderness I’ve found,
Somehow your lips kiss me so profound.

(Wednesday's child is full of woe)

Darling I love you,
You made me smile in the rain,
I'm feeling like a newborn babe,
In a world of Wednesday pain,
The clock is ever ticking,
And the sun would never rise,
But I look in to the mirror,
And see the sadness in my eyes.

Though your arms surround me,
And kisses make me weak,
It's of the misery and pain,
That I can never speak,
So deep inside, locked in this shell,
Are the fear and the dread,
The agony of knowing nightmares,
Await me when I rest my head.

(Song title from “Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street” by Stephen Sondheim & Hugh Wheeler)

Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the rain,
Like a fish that’s lost and swimming,
I hope to meet one of these women again.

The pretty women never catch my eye,
They always pass me by,
The pretty women never catch my eye,
Although I make attempts and try,
The pretty women never catch my eye.

Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the sun,
Like a cloud in the wind; dreaming,
Just like yesterday, still I am left with none.

(Song title from “The Best Little ******* In Texas” by Carol Hall)

Twenty four hours of lovin’,
Twenty four hours of passion,
In bed,
In the bath,
Morning to moon,
Moon to light,
In the bath,
In bed,
Twenty four hours of passion,
Twenty four hours of lovin’.

Swallowed the tablet of joy,
I am sent,
Pushed to another place,
Of flying trees,
Visible breeze,
Red wine seas,
Swallowed the tablet of joy.

Ate the pill of doom,
I am shoved,
Thrown to a world of shadows,
Of stabbing thorns,
Attacking horns,
Darkened morns,
Ate the pill of doom.

Funny how an image moves,
Filled with bliss,
In a hallucinogenic kiss,
Turned and pulled,
Dragged underneath a vision,
Light is covered,
Heaven becomes hell,
And your life is shattered,
Broken as a shell.

Say farewell,
Say goodbye,
The end is nigh,
Don't cry,
When I die.

(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by James B. Oden)

I turn and notice him; zoom,
Standing across the room,
A look of passion upon his face,
I walk to him and we embrace,
I feel his body heat and lust starts to grow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.

I tear at his clothing; rip,
Gently pull down his zip,
Relaxed I stand naked before him,
I trace my tongue from limb to limb,
He falls to his knees to place his final blow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.

Weather the storm,
Walk through the clouds,
The darkness that you bring to me,
The thunder you ring in my ears,
Your lighting brings me fears,
Cold tears,
Weather the storm,
Walk through the clouds,
The darkness that you bring to me,
The thunder of your punishment,
Your lightning astringent,
Repent.