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RARELY REALLY

(SURELY NOT THAT)

So (comma) they say - before they respond

spondulicks lighting up their greedy eyes

yes – so – the buzz response to anything

kerching un-till the Jack and Jill is full

Full of candy and sugar coated dough

doe ray me far so - so what - sew it up

put I before E except after C

see what I'm talking about now – money

Money money money bread and honey

phoney telephoney transportation

transport by buses trains and cars it's not

nothing is - rarely really - what it seems

Seems like so - is the new well – how deep's that

that's way out and groovy - surely not that

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Shattered dreams...

HITS & HIGHS

Disappointed?  Just a bit…

Tib Street was always like this

Hits and highs and compromise

Eyes that see you in the dark

Park the jam jar in Joe’s basement

Mental as the situation

Rationing the homeless patient

Patience is a virgin still…

Will life be this bad tomorrow?

Sorrow sad and feeling bad

Glad it’s just a passing phase

Crazy Face back pocket jeans

Dreams all shattered – hit and miss
Disappointed? Just a bit...

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Heading back to Arkansas

BOTTLE MERCHANTS

Alive like you I stumble in the dark

Arkansas I’ll be with you in a mo

Move over my other lover be still

Jill is waiting for me in the backroom

Mushrooms aren’t as magic as you might think

Inking your name onto my upper arm

Charming as the first day that I met you

Useless me talking to anyone else

Elsewhere everybody knows what wot is

Isolated as we may be - speeding

Dingbats are trying to undertake us

Usually we would fight and go faster

Disasters happen with open throttle

Bottle merchants we may be - but alive

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Scooby-Doo in Dunfermline

EVERYTHING

Everything in life is groovy baby

Maybe but they tell me those days have gone

One day they’ll come back everything goes round

Sound days when the sun was always shining

Inglenook fireplaces and all that jazz

Razzmatazz champagne corks popping sideways

Way out and what was that word you told me

Meandering across the Roman road

Ad hoc like no one thought of this before

Forty five years ago in teenage town

Drowning in beer crying over spilt milk

Silk ties Crombies and Lambretta scooters

Scooby-Doo in Dunfermline with Gregor

Gorging spare ribs jam tarts and everything

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Like those advert guys.

FLOAT MY BOAT

I want to fly not drop out of the sky

High up from an aeroplane or mountain

Fountain upon fountain of youth reclaimed

Meditating contemplating something

Ringing in my ears tears on my boat race

Facing up to the fact that I can’t fly

Fly me to the moon no not me not I

Why can’t I just fly like those advert guys?

Wise up tie me to the end of your string

Fling me up in the air behind your Bentley

Gently enough for me to fly but not too far

Park in the lay-by and float my boat slowly

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The mother of invention...

HERE WE GO

Old vine moonshine new wine speak to my heart

My heart aches for the plans that we made

Made in England in the good old days

Ways that were wise once in another world

Other world charm we had it in spades

Fades into oblivion like the lights

The lights that stayed so bright for so long

Longing for a past that cannot return

Gurning like a fool outside the pub

The public face that still thinks that it’s cute

Cute as a cucumber cut into bits

Bits and pieces freeze on the candelabra

Brass monkeys wouldn’t be seen dead out there

Here we go the mother of invention…

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