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The Brightest Spark Heís not the brightest spark, heís not the full shilling. Not the leader of the pack, he wonít get first billing. He doesnít know much, canít tell shit from sugar. Sloth personified heís an idle bugger. But he has more than you do and heís loved by someone. He knows how to get along. The lights arenít on but somebodyís home. If his headís in the clouds he keeps it under his hat. He sweeps it under the carpet, keeps it all under wraps. He doesnít bat an eyelid or grin and smirk. He gives nothing away, self-centred jerk. But heís more friends than you do and heís loved by everyone. He knows how to string them along. The lights are on but nobodyís home. Heís just a little demanding, with a short attention span. Heís good at misunderstanding and spoiling the best-laid plans. He doesnít act his age but his shoe size and whenever clever clogs start talking his boots are made for walking. Pigs might fly, birds might swim but youíll never get the better of him. He has more than you do and heís loved by someone. He knows how to get along. The lights are on but nobodyís home. It gets a little frustrating when he gets all the praise. When his only partaking is getting in the way. He judges books by their covers and never reads the stories but he knows what applause is. You may be bright, he may be dim but youíll never get the better of him. Heís more friends than you do and heís loved by everyone. He knows how to string them along/ The lights arenít on but somebodyís home.

Rock Pooling Letís go rock pooling, acting young and fooling around. Rock hopping, seagull spotting, building in the sand. Drawing pictures, cartoon features, artwork on the beach. Transient sculpture with no future, a timeless masterpiece. Letís go cliff walking, idle talking, making easy plans. A house or two with a perfect view of a sea that understands. All I take is some emotion, sunglasses, suntan lotion. I sit and watch the ocean. Letís go stone skimming, sea breezing, breathing it inside. Letís go dream drifting, mood shifting, following the tide. Enjoying perfect timing, up high the sun is shining, every cloudís a silver lining. Take a look outside now - letís go rock pooling.

The Man Whoís the man with the video cam making films no one will see? Whoís the man with the video camera? I hope that itís not me. See him on the sand with his tripod in his hand, or hiding in the hills taking close ups of the girls. Whoís the loon with his lens set on zoom capturing the curves? Whoís the git with his anorak zipped up? Whoís the video perve? He takes shots as the ladies drop their tops. He closes in as they go out for a swim. I hope that Iím not him. But I think that I might be closer than I think to the man I see. My cameraís on the blink. Whoís the nerd with his eyes on the birds, peeping through the trees? Whoís out every day stalking his prey and trembling at the knees? You can see a thousand like him by the sea. All on holiday, making films to take away. But no matter what you feel, I donít think Iím like that. I prefer real to reel and my battery pack is flat. Whoís the horder with the new camcorder? Who stores everything in alphabetical order? Whoís undersexed with his films indexed? Home entertainer with a cine complex. Whoís reflected in my TV? I hope that itís not me.

A Dream You come when you want, in your own time, come when you choose. Iíll get in some beer, get in some wine, get in some food. We can talk all day - it wonít matter whatever we say. You can come round this evening, Iíll open the wine, let it start breathing. I can picture it allÖ We can talk all night about anything that you like. I believe that dreams can come true - they often do and just being with you would be fine in the meantime. Itís a white knuckle ride this trying to decide what clothes to wear. But hey! I donít care anymore. ĎCause I know you wonít mind any more than I will mind. I know that jeans will do, and a t-shirt blue. Youíll be dressed as you and youíll come at the right time. Dreams come true - Nightmares too and this boy could do with a laugh with you sometime. So you come when you can, I will be in, Iíve no other plan.

Donít Forget Iíve been waiting a while now for you to return. My eyes arenít watering and my ears donít burn. You seem to forget that Iíve forgotten you. Given time I suppose you will forget that too. The waitingís the hardest part and just thinking what you do. I wonít shed a tear and I wonít waste my time. Iím not standing here hoping you come back to me. Selected amnesia, a wise decision to make. If sleep comes so easy to you how come youíre wide-awake? I remember the hardest part Ė knowing your mistake. I wonít shed a tear and I wonít waste my time. If you dare to come near Iíll pretend I am blind. So if you change your idea, donít forget - youíve forgotten me. I remember the hardest part Ė deciding you are weak. I wonít shed a tear. I wonít waste my time. Iím not standing here wishing that you were mine. If you dare to come near Iíll pretend I am blind. So if you change your idea, donít forget - youíve forgotten me.

53 I spend my time buying cigarettes for you. You donít smoke but want your friends to think that you do. Itís strange, but doesnít make you mad I guess. Eccentric in your pink sundress. You swing in trees and you bang dustbin lids. You graze your knees and play football with the kids. Iíve seen you on your skateboard playing hide and seek. No one would ever know that you are 53. Relationships have never come easy to you. Romantic tips you get from Jackie and Blue Jeans. Enid Blyton is your style guru. Iíve never met anyone like you. You want to please, you giggle and you laugh. You flirt and tease and lead down the garden path. Iíve heard you singing songs skipping through the leaves. No one would ever know that you are 53. Isnít it about time you grew up? Become narky and mean like any other adult. You wear white socks and jelly sandals too. Pigtail hair and plastic jewels. Youíve even got a patch on one eye and your arm in a sling. Youíre 53 - what do your neighbours think? Stealing sweets, chewing bubble gum. Hanging out on streets, playing knock and run. Iíve seen you on your chopper racing home for your tea. No one would ever know that your are 53. Isnít it time you stopped acting like a child? Youíre 53 - youíre a big girl now. I spend my time buying cigarettes for you. You donít smoke but want your friends to think that you do. Itís strange, but doesnít make you mad I guess. Eccentric Ė but I love you none the less.

Bridge Iíve been building a bridge too far. Neither use nor ornament to bus or car, or people or trams, horses or trains, country walks or bicycle lanes. Iím building a bridge to your heart. I know where it ends but I donít know where to start. Iím building a bridge to your heart. Will I ever get over it? Iíve been building a bridge too high. Far out of sight but never reaching the sky. Too steep to go up, too far to look down. Never reaching the top, never leaving the ground. Building a bridge to your heart. I know where it ends but I donít know where to start. Building a bridge to your heart. Will I ever get over it? Itís so easy when you know how. You draw the plans to scale and vow to make foundations firm. Then you put your trust in them. Am I building a bridge too late to close the gap between love and hate? Have I been building a bridge too long? Is there too much space between right and wrong? Building a bridge to your heart. I know where it ends but I donít know where to start. Building a bridge to your heart. Will I ever get over it?

Walks We go for a walk in the park - amongst the trees, leaves and bark. Strolling across the Bowling Green unseen in the dark. Itís warm tonight no need for coats or gloves. Hand in sweaty hand, moonshine above. Striding, not hiding much - just the touch of careless love. Lying on the grass you ask, ĎWhatís behind that mask youíre wearing?í I lie back and laugh at the gaff and pass you a glass of the wine weíre sharing. We always lust just under the tree. Where the soilís soiled and dogs like to be. We heard word from a bird, and the bees, and the fleas, and on the breeze. Sitting on a bench you venture to suggest I would improve if Iíd remove my denture. So my smiling face exposes the space where my tooth and my youth were. We go for a walk and then part.

I Like You (Youíre Nice) Nice face, nice smile, nice taste, nice style Ė I like you youíre nice. Nice eyes, nice hair, nice legs, nice underwear Ė I like you youíre nice. Youíre so very nice and I would like to try and get to know you better - maybe Iíll send you a letter. If you got to meet me, I know how it would be - youíd fall at my feet and fall in love with me completely I like you youíre very nice. Nice size, nice smell , nice body, nice mind as well Ė I like you youíre nice. Youíre so very nice and I would like to try and interest you - so that I might get a chance to meet your dad and mother, sister and your brother - tell them all of my vision, maybe even ask permission. Iíll charm them all with my persistence and impress them with my insistence, and if there is still resistance Iíll still like you from a distance. I like you youíre very nice. Nice dress, nice shoes, nice hands, nice boobs. Nice mouth, nice teeth, nice on top, nice underneath.

Ten You may have books but donít read them, or you may read them like books and then leave them. You donít need ten trees to turn over a new leaf. The tall trees stand so tall because their roots are underneath. You may regret some things youíve said. You may not feel like getting out of bed. You donít need ten hours sleep to get you through the day and no one remembers what you say anyway. You may lose things mysteriously. You may do things religiously. You donít need Ten Commandments Ė you only need two of them: Do to others as you would have them do to you and put things back where you find them. If they get under your skin like an old tattoo, remember that lies are sometimes true. You may be good at analysing, making lists and prioritising. You donít need a top ten Ė just know what you dislike. Categorise what you despise Ė contextualise and exorcise. You may have had a big belly full. Your foot in mouth became a handful. But you donít need ten fingers Ė only eight and two thumbs. Is your stomach half empty or half full? Whatís more important Ė your teeth or your gums? Remember whoís the boss and donít forget to floss.

Kumquat Please donít wait for me. I wonít wait for you. Donít just let it be. Good enough wonít do. Time is of the essence. Donít procrastinate, stay put and vegetate. Donít just hang around and donít you go to ground. Time is of the essence. Give it all you can Ė Ďtill thereís nothing left to give. Redress and readjust Ė say the words you must - then live. Donít get left behind. Donít wait for the sign. Donít find cause to stay. Donít delay. Time is of the essence.

Motor Once Motor Twice Motor once motor twice, itís everything I need. Motor once motor twice, so real that it can breathe. I go out in the night and I drive all around. Motor once motor twice keeps me from going underground. Motor once motor twice, three times round the clock. Motor once motor twice, four times round the block. Steering wheel so refined, leather, black and mine. Motor once motor twice, my perfect partner, my fantasy, my vice. Pearlescent paint - double layer, heated seats, CD player, sport suspension - anti-shocking, remote control, central locking. Check out the gear. Check out the car. Check out that we are who we say we are. Motor once motor twice, my thrill seeking machine. Designer trim, alloy wheels, every schoolboysí dream. With the go faster stripes, and the double beam headlights. Double airbag, air conditioned, satellite navigation system. Electric windows, twin exhaust. Child proof locks on all the doors. Immobiliser Ė secure from stealing. Rear wing spoiler, power steering. Check out the gear. Check out the car. Check out that we are who we say we are.

Day Patient Day patient I understand. Day patient, itís out of my hands. Day patient, I have to be so patient. Itís not like me. So patient with friends I see. So patient with family. Spending so much time thatís free. Being the best patient I can be. My personality is changing so humour me. Tonight Iím playing the game again. Tonight Iím being so vain again. Uptight, and looking to blame again. The fight has gone out of me again tonight. Day patient, thatís what I am. No short term, no long term plan. No reason, no context. No idea what happens next. Day patient and positive. Changing the way I live. Assessing what has to give. Avoiding the negative. Achieving a life times best in patience - and all the rest. But tonight Iím playing the game again. Tonight Iím being so vain again. Uptight, and looking to blame again. The fight has gone out of me again tonight. Day patient for the day. Tomorrowís on its way. Wonder if Iíll always stay day patient.

I Fooled You Dog biscuit, silver trinket - I donít care if itís simplistic. Theyíre only words I put in order - shifting sands and salty water. Weeds are spreading, grass is growing. Under feet bones and knowing. Hitch your skirt up, let your hair down, switch your mind off, put your shoes on. Lazy boy, lazy girl - thereís a time and place for everything and everyone. I can see you. Your eyes are laughing - your lips are smiling too. Your mask is slipping and underneath it youíve finally got your way. Noise and seething, love and leaving. Toys and music, sex and reading. Red guitar, sun and icicles. Plastic trays and monkeys on bicycles. Crazy boy, crazy girl - you fooled them all and now they think youíve really gone away. I can see you, Your eyes are laughing - your lips are smiling too. Your mask is slipping and underneath it youíve finally got your way. Thereís no need to pretend anymore - I can see you. I fooled you, I fooled you - my lifeís work in progress and Iíve fooled you all. I fooled you, I fooled you - drugs and therapy when Iím not mad at all. I fooled you, I fooled you - my smiling face makes you think I like you a lot. I fooled you, I fooled you - just because Iím looking it doesnít mean Iím listening. I fooled you, I fooled you - you think my interest is really genuine? I fooled you, I fooled you - third world commitments and money in the tins. I fooled you, I fooled you - politically correct with equal opportunities. I fooled you, I fooled you - I fooled you and now Iím fooling me. Dog biscuit, silver trinket Ė I donít care if itís simplistic. Dirty shirt, expensive jacket. Angels watching religious fanatics. Door to door, step by step, G & T, cigarette.

XXXX Cool as a mountain stream, elusive as a dream. Sweet as the moment when the pod went pop - ready to drop to my knees. To give you sixpence worth of heaven - yes I know a man who can. One instinctively knows when something is right and I wonít make a drama out of a crisis. Never a bride but often the bridesmaid - you look a little lovelier everyday. Never knowingly undersold Iím sold on you and Iím willing to pay my way. Double your fun, double your pleasure, double diamonds work wonders and diamonds are forever. Youíre preparing to be a beautiful lady and Iím preparing to be very friendly. It looks good, it tastes good and by golly it does you good - Itís what your right armís for. From hands that do dishes to signs auspicious - where the rubber meets the road, where the frame fits the door. Make up to make love in. Access takes the waiting out of wanting. Softness is a thing called comfort - I couldnít give an xxxx for anything else. From within the curve of a womanís arm life looks all the neater - and milk from contented cows tastes all the sweeter.

It Is ME What are you gonna do? How to work it all out? You canít just wait eight days a week - you canít just twist and shout. What are you gonna do? Who are you gonna see? When thereís all the time in the world - thereís no time right it seems. How can I work this thing? It keeps breaking all the time. If I spell it all out? If I go A, B, C? If I join the numbers will I see the picture? If I do it 1,2,3? How can I work this thing? It keeps breaking all the time. I canít comprehend it - when I try and mend it it acts like itís not mine. Iíve worked so hard for this - you know I really try. I look in all the books and still I donít know why. Why does it do this thing? Why does it all come apart? What the hellís going on? What are you talking about? It doesnít make any sense - but it does imply an occupational health hazard or someone whoís just work shy. How can I work this thing if it keeps breaking all the time? I deflect with great effect turn lie to alibi. I know how it all connects but still I donít know why. Why should I bother at all? Why should there be all this fuss? Who is there left to call? What is there left to discuss? What is there left to debate? What is there left to see in all this confusion? The only conclusion can be that it is ME



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