Trumpets call it above the nightclubs haze....

Perfume and smoke denote this modern
craze....

Your innocence and commonsense
follow....

Tequila shots, and snooker pots
swallow....

.. ..

Drum beats fall down onto the ground
and cry....

The tune in bloom makes you confused
but why?....

This ....Winchester...., that love letter, through song....

My darling town, your dressing gown;
belong.....

.. ..

Guitar chords strum, you hum along
through teeth....

Gold caps fill in the gaps until you
eat....

In pastry shops and old bus stops we
met....

We start the year with ginger beer
and sweat....

.. ..

The singer stops, the curtain drops
in time....

Our countdown starts, with drunken
hearts combined....

A New Year ends, I knew you'd shed
those tears....

Auld Lang Syne, spilt red wine, sum
up our year....


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I carry you away

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The end, of your garden

With apples and glass

Is where, Harry laid

On his back, so flat

.. ..

You hair like his fur

And you hair made him purr

Its summer at last

So we join him in the grass

.. ..

The car is packed

I pull you from your back

Your body is warm

With the crackling of storm

.. ..

Your eye lashes curl

With rain drops like pearls

In ..Hemel Hempstead..

Where my nose bled

.. ..

The blood met the rain

The rain met the drain

And we watched as the drops

Made rooftops

.. ..

With chimneys and soot

You stand on my foot

I carry you away

I carry you away

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I've lost all count of time

..........................

I've lost all count of time....

My eyes blur at train tracks....

I'm too far down the line....

.. ..

One becomes two with wine....

And my mouth turns dark black....

I've lost all count of time....

.. ..

The bells of ....London.... chime....

And vibrate each blue plaque....

I'm too far down the line....

.. ..

I hear old Gertrude Stein....

Who sits with a turned back....

I've lost all count of time....

.. ..

I'm a victim of crime....

Boredom is an attack....

I'm too far down the line....

.. ..

Oh to be on cloud 'mine'....

With a union jack....

I've lost all count of time....

I'm too far down the line

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The Oldest Tree In Netley

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The touch of your lips will always be mine

The time for gifts

At the bottom of my spine

.. ..

LSD & Spanish sea mixed together to make lime

The oldest tree in Netley

Is running out of time

.. ..

I visited you when I was three

I visited you just to see

If you really were as old as they said

.. ..

The way you creaked, they way you moaned

I wished you would speak, do forests have phones?

I dreamt of you that night in bed

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The 60's were near

................

The sixties were near           

When my father appeared          

And took September with him          

He chose a career      

As a fine engineer

And he gave the sky their limbs

Not long after this

With a southern kiss

He fell for my mother

They’ll reminisce

Of utter bliss

On a 1980’s summer

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There are two people on your wedding cake

................

There are two people on your wedding cake

But why do you push down the bride

Her head, sticky and fake

Son, its time to swallow your pride

We all know that you are old

And that you wear that blonde toupee

You say it’s to keep off the cold

And I’m not nice enough to say touché

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Polaroids

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I found Polaroid’s, you were in them

You were shaking another photograph

The new forest was white like linen

What were your photos of?

Was I included in them?

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Thos x

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