Crazy Day
The dinnertime sun is shining
but it still seems so very dark.
A bird is in my garden singing
but it sounds like a dogs bark.
The ice-cream vans loud chime
sounds just like a death bell.
The cuckoo ran out of its clock
accidently tripped up and fell.
My denim jeans are too short
my cotton shirt is too far long.
I’m breathing in instead of out
today everything seems wrong.
Do I walk right up the stairs
or come all the way back down?
Do I really want to be up there
or back down here on the ground?
I have just phoned myself up
but I rang the wrong number.
I have just peeled a banana
and realized it was a cucumber.
I cannot stand this crazy day
It’s driving me around the bend.
It has gone on for too long
I wish it would finally end.
Perhaps I will go and lay down
yes, I will go off to my bed.
Miss the rest of this crazy day
and wake up yesterday instead.
At Arms Length
I am going to keep you all away for now
let you scurry on with what you’re doing.
Hole myself up in my solitary space
where I’m safe from the teeth of ruin.
I need to see not one single person
and I want no one to take up my time.
All social activities are put on hold
the cork is back in that bottle of mine.
I’m not resting, hiding or going away
I’m busy working the words in my head.
I’ll come out when I’m done with that
for now there’s nothing more to be said.
I Wish I Could Bounce
I wish I could bounce
just like a rubber ball.
Out of each relationship
without a care at all.
I wish I could bounce
when I am knocked down.
Then I would always smile
I’d never need to frown.
I wish I could bounce
right up to the ceiling.
I’d absorb every impact
without negative feeling.
I wish I could bounce
up over the windowsill.
Instead of sitting alone
drinking myself so ill.
Satan’s Slave
I’m at the crossroads between life and death.
I’ve made my choice, I’m turning left.
I’m going down to the Devil’s hotel.
Deep into the place that they call Hell.
I know he’ll take me, he’ll keep me there.
My spirit and soul with him I’ll share.
They’re not much good, they’re broken through.
They returned in pieces when I gave them to you.
You’re no longer innocent, no longer my girl.
Instead of love in my head only hatred whirls.
You’ve gone leaving me with a broken heart.
You threw it back at me smashed apart.
But I hope when I offer to be Satan’s slave?
I’ll have my revenge seeing you in your grave.
And That Is How I Slept
All the girl ever really wanted
was to be given just one last cup.
But I sat there and drank it down
right the way down to the last sup.
My orange sparkling disco pants
they were absolutely way too tight.
But it didn’t really matter to her
for the girl was short of sight.
She asked as softly as she could
if I would take her out on a date?
I said that if you wish to honey
I shall meet you at oblivion’s gate.
She shook like a schoolyard idiot
and she danced just like a clown.
She said that for just ten pence
she could really get right down.
She crawled across the dance floor
while I was begging at her feet.
But the bouncer was her brother
so I ended up out in the street.
But the next week I did meet her
after drinking in the nearest pub.
She said that she’d been waiting
for me to turn up at the nightclub.
But me I was so blooming stormed
that I missed my very first step.
So I crawled face up to my ankles
and you know, that is how I slept.
Bourbon Boulevard
Bourbon Boulevard
Is where I stay.
I sit and drink away
Most of the day.
My friends and I
Do not pay no rent.
We just crash out
On the pavement.
So if you want to
Come and visit us.
Just catch yourself
The nearest bus.
We will be here
Sitting in the gutter.
Where all of the
Bottles clutter.
So now you’re here
Let’s have a drink.
Drink up until
You absolutely stink.
Of whisky and women
Cigarettes and song.
We’re almost drunk
Yeah, we’re almost gone.
Well now your day
Has come to an end.
Come back soon
And bring a friend.
You can drink again
To your heart’s content.
God bless this street
It’s heaven sent.
I live my life
On Bourbon Boulevard.
Where an empty bottle
Is my calling card.
I live my life
On Bourbon Boulevard.
Where I’m drunk and happy
And seldom sad.
