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 10h Roger
Mark Bell
Ducking for apples
In a bowl of hot fat
Bet you a fiver
You can’t do that.

Drinking cyanide
From a coffee cup
Bet you a fiver
You can’t stand up.

Licking electricity
Cable
in the bath
Bet you a fiver
You won’t
do this
for
A laugh.

Bet you a fiver
You won’t
Jump out of a plane
Without a parachute
While
Drinking Guinness
From a champagne flute.

Bet you a fiver
You won’t do that
Stick your head
In a big cow pat.

I’ll do anything for love
I bet you a fiver you
will do that.
I'm sick, so sick of the cold
the sun beckons me
Want, wanting for more
than this dull city
Seek, seeking the waves
that crash so clearly
Miss, missing the breeze
that revived me

Feeling lost in black and white
I am craving color
Want nothing more than to take flight
Long for eternal summer

Marooned!
Mainland
Cry into my cold hands
Can't wait any longer
My hope's being slaughtered
I lost my Atlantis
Can no longer stand it
Alone in this place
Marooned

How, how many years and
Can I make it
Hold, holding back tears
I have to fake it
Fight, fight for control
Know if they see it
All, all will be lost
I'd rather die

Clinging to the songs that say
(I cannot make it) (I can make it!)
Broken down (Beyond repair?)
Long for this to be over

Marooned!
Mainland
Comforted by dark hands
Can't wait any longer
The anger burns hotter
My mind running rampant
Please, I cannot stand it
Split, torn, and twisted
Marooned

In my dreams
The mountains tower above me
Ocean waves crash below me
And the wind flurries around me
While the sun warms inside me
In my dreams
I am finally home
And I wish that I'd never wake up
I wonder, can I last another day?

Marooned!
Mainland
Reaching out with cold hands
Can't wait any longer
The pain's getting stronger
The home that I long for
Gets farther and farther
Can't take anymore
Marooned
Just a little song I wrote a while ago.
How obvious is it that I can't rhyme :(
Sort of bad, debated putting it here for a while.
It just isn't the same without being able to hear the music.
Oh well
 14h Roger
Mark Bell
Me and my
Woman we had
A spat,
Over who
Looked better
In her
wedding
Dress
I said she
was fat
She didn’t
like that
she
Punched
me
In the face
She wears the
Trousers
In our house
My comment
Was misplaced.
Don’t takeaway
From the fact
She’s still fat.
In the wedding dress
I looked better,
We had a spat
I think I won that.
Round two
Of this spat
Her trousers
Came of
And I was right
That lovely dress
Was far too tight.
Spat three came
Her head aloft
Said muck you mickhead
The Wedding is off.
 14h Roger
Mark Bell
Beatles had
their yesterday
Bowie had his
laughing gnome
Elvis in his ghetto
With his
gramophone.
Frank Sinatra
Flew to the moon
Kirk Kobain
died to soon.
Janis Joplin
Mr cohen
Had there
Chelsea hotel
From the sky
John
Denver
Fell.
oh well.
Johnny cash
Had his ring
Of fire,
Ian Dury
Who had his
Rhythm stick
Whom I
admired.
Buddy Holly
Had his
Peggy sue
When he died
She felt the pain
His music
didn’t
Die
on that plane.
Many artists
Have passed Away
Some were just
having a laugh
Some went drug
crazy
And died in a bath.
Jimmy Hendrix
Alvin Lee
still play the blues
It will be
On your turn table
It’s up to you
To choose.
Loosen these chains that bind me
unravel my furrowed brow
soothe this soul with silence
show me fields that I must plough

darkness is the demon
knowing is the light
bless me with contentment
save me from my plight

I'm forever, sitting, waiting
always switching lanes
yet, deep inside my psyche
I've surrended to the chains

The snow is coming down
in massive snow flakes
To a ground of wet sleet
As the birds are on the table
Because they need to eat!
 15h Roger
Mark Bell
We’ve come to
The end of
Your rainbow,
We gave it a go.
Loving you
Was really true
When
Weirdly
A *****
You grew,
It kept on
growing like
Pinocchio nose
I thought
we were in the
Rocky horror show.
What the duck
I do not know
All I could do
Is watch it grow.
This ***** did
A coloured life
When I married her
I do think she was
My wife.
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