Sins of the Fathers

There was a tribe
They bought a gun
And set about stealing
From everyone

They filled their homes
With all of the bread
They sat and they waited
'Till others were dead

Their excrement floated
Into the sea
And the smoke from their fire
Was all you could see

They made sure that
Their children were fed
And lied to their offspring
About all the dead

As one of their children
I live in their home
Can I keep silent
Now I can roam?

And claim my life
And wealth as a birthright
Think only of self
It just doesn't feel right

That me and my lifestyle
Unless we are parted
Will finish the killing
That grandfather started

Songs from the Carehome ... Mr Floyd

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again

Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

I am in pain, I’m on the ceiling
This chair is hard, what are you advising
The pain is coming through in waves
Please have mercy that’s what I’m praying

When I was a child we had a sofa

With cushions just like big balloons

Now I want to sit there once again

Oh the pain you would not understand

Sitting where I am

But my bum has become comfortably numb

My bum has become comfortably numb

Okay
Just another clock-tick

There'll be no more
But I think you’ll need a stick

Can you stand up?
Now you’ve started walking - good
I’m here beside you, you know
Come on it's time to go

I am in pain, I’m on the ceiling
To walk is hard, what are you advising
The pain is coming through in waves
Please have mercy that’s what I’m praying

When I was a child there where no limps

Just the will to do or die

I don’t know how but it is gone
I cannot put my finger on it now

I don't know how but I know that I must try

But my bum has become comfortably numb

Poppy Field

Poppies on the battlefield
Where the soldiers fell
Poppies in the shadows
Of buildings I knew well

When a thing is lost
Though people may not care
The soil marks the place
With poppies growing there

When all are lost and all are gone
And left to see it there are none
And the fate of man is sealed
The world will be a poppy field

Personal Weather

There is a cloud that dims the sun
But not the sun of everyone
The brightness of a summer day
Reproduced as shades of gray
Subjectively dim
To him
In spite of warmth on skin

Decreasing Circles

I sink into the earth
A little more each passing day
Eventually I'll lie beneath
The soil and the clay

I find myself contented
No matter how reduced the view
For still I have the sky above
And today the sky is blue

As I sink horizons shrink
I relinquish care and yearning
And look ever to the sky
Where my friend the sun is burning

Yet but a little time must pass
Before the fall shall be reversed
And all once more will walk upon
The circle of the earth

The Balad of Kevin & Elaine

The clan of Preston’s unwed son

Decided something must be done

But how could the poor boy gain

The favour of his sweet Elaine

Set on matrimony

Beset by the anguish of the lonely

To be noticed by Elaine

Was his obsession and his aim

Sure enough Elaine was wowed

To find in any random crowd

Of four or five or six or seven

There he was again, that Kevin

She grew accustomed to the sight

And soon she thought he was just right

Not long passed e’er they were wed

And found themselves contented

Turning to today at last

Now 25 grand years have passed

We see they have not had their fill

For they are contented still

Though mountains rise and kingdoms fall

Assuredly throughout it all

They shall not have loved in vain

Kevin and Elaine