The Last Enchantment
Saturday, March 31, 2007
The Man Cake
Friday, March 30, 2007
The Fool On The Hill.
So this is where he came to hideWhen he ran from you
In a private detectives overcoat
And dirty dead mans shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
It's a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at Traitors Gate
Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time ?
Theres a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of Dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time ?
The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebodys creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knifes edge
Who's up late polishing the blade ?
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time ?
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Spring Arrives In Cardiff - And With It Introversion.
It's easy to leave
It's hard to stay behind and rest
With all the stupid things I believe
and watch my life drift like dust
I hope I make it to a warm heart
I hope that's where I belong
I hope I don't end up out of breath
Wherever the washed up are hung
I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become
Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone?
My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin
Home
Home
Home
I hope I make it home
It's hard to stay behind and rest
With all the stupid things I believe
and watch my life drift like dust
I hope I make it to a warm heart
I hope that's where I belong
I hope I don't end up out of breath
Wherever the washed up are hung
I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become
Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone?
My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin
Home
Home
Home
I hope I make it home
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Dulce Et Decorum Est.
Patriots are a bit nuts in the head
Because they wear
red, white and blue-
tinted spectacles
(red for blood
white for glory
and blue...
for a boy)
and are in effervescent danger
of losing their lives
lives are good for you
when you are alive
you can eat and drink a lot
and go out with girls
(sometimes if you are lucky
you can even go to bed with them)
but you can’t do this
if you have your belly shot away
and your seeds
spread over some corner of a foreign field
to facilitate
in later years
the growing of oats by some peasant yobbo
when you are posthumous it is cold and dark
and that is why patriots are a bit nuts in the head.
Because they wear
red, white and blue-
tinted spectacles
(red for blood
white for glory
and blue...
for a boy)
and are in effervescent danger
of losing their lives
lives are good for you
when you are alive
you can eat and drink a lot
and go out with girls
(sometimes if you are lucky
you can even go to bed with them)
but you can’t do this
if you have your belly shot away
and your seeds
spread over some corner of a foreign field
to facilitate
in later years
the growing of oats by some peasant yobbo
when you are posthumous it is cold and dark
and that is why patriots are a bit nuts in the head.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Italian Astrology For Beginners : Libran Women
I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine
I can't remember you, remember us or anything
I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
She comes apart in the avalanche
Fades out like a dance
Crawls back into bed
When it's over
I can't remember you, remember us or anything
I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
She comes apart in the avalanche
Fades out like a dance
Crawls back into bed
When it's over
Glass (Murano and Swedish)
Alfonso
Melancholy (Baby).
I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire, I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire, I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Merlin Begins Search For New Woman Shock !
The happiest moment in a womans life
Is when she hears the turn of her lover's key
In the lock, and pretends to be asleep
When he enters the room, trying to be
Quiet but clumsy, bumping into things,
And she can smell the liquor on his breath
But forgives him because she has him back
And doesn't have to sleep alone.
The happiest moment in a man's life
Is when he climbs out of bed
With a woman, after an hour's sleep
After making love, and pulls on
His trousers, and walks outside,
And pees in the bushes, and sees
The high August sky full of stars
And gets in his car and drives home.
David Lehman (1948 - )
Is when she hears the turn of her lover's key
In the lock, and pretends to be asleep
When he enters the room, trying to be
Quiet but clumsy, bumping into things,
And she can smell the liquor on his breath
But forgives him because she has him back
And doesn't have to sleep alone.
The happiest moment in a man's life
Is when he climbs out of bed
With a woman, after an hour's sleep
After making love, and pulls on
His trousers, and walks outside,
And pees in the bushes, and sees
The high August sky full of stars
And gets in his car and drives home.
David Lehman (1948 - )
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Wales 27 - England 18 : The End Of A Perfect Day
Friday, March 16, 2007
" How Does That Old Song Go ? "
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky,
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr and shine.
You reached for the secret too soon,you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light,
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner and shine.
Department Of Self-Motivation Inc.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky,
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr and shine.
You reached for the secret too soon,you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light,
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner and shine.
Department Of Self-Motivation Inc.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Crisp Around The Edges But Still No Toast
There's a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the Strand love
When you feel love
It's the new way
That's why we say
Do the Strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglino's Place or Mabel's
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis says he prefer
Laissez-faire le Strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the Strand
Had your fill of quadrilles
The Madison and Cheap Thrills
Bored with the Beguine
The Samba isn't your scene
They're playing our tune
By the pale moon
We're incognito
Down the Lido
And we like the Strand
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the Strand love
When you feel love
It's the new way
That's why we say
Do the Strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglino's Place or Mabel's
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis says he prefer
Laissez-faire le Strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the Strand
Had your fill of quadrilles
The Madison and Cheap Thrills
Bored with the Beguine
The Samba isn't your scene
They're playing our tune
By the pale moon
We're incognito
Down the Lido
And we like the Strand
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Spanish Ceramics : "Mariangela" who watches over me at night.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
To Infinity And Beyond.
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beatSoft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine
messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Ceramics Corner : The Blue Stuff From West Wales
Coming next - The Spanish Collection (perhaps).
The Smoke Beckons......
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I dont need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I dont need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
No Face, No Name, No Number.
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you've been loving some body.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
when I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
cause I can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you've been loving some body.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
when I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
cause I can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
To Goa Or Not To Goa : That Is The Question
I'm hearing the light from the window
I'm seeing the sound of the sea
My feet have come loose from their moorings
I'm feeling quite wonderfully free
And I think I will travel to Rio
Using the music for flight
There's nothing I know of in Rio
But it's something to do with the night
It's only a whimsical notion
To fly down to Rio tonight
I probably won't fly down to Rio
But then again I just might
I'm seeing the sound of the sea
My feet have come loose from their moorings
I'm feeling quite wonderfully free
And I think I will travel to Rio
Using the music for flight
There's nothing I know of in Rio
But it's something to do with the night
It's only a whimsical notion
To fly down to Rio tonight
I probably won't fly down to Rio
But then again I just might
Saturday, March 03, 2007
More Ceramics : Elizabeth Gittens & Poole Red
The Sweetest Taste Of All
Liverpool 0 Manchester United 1
Dear Jose,
" The sky too is falling in on you
and it's all over now Baby Blue".
Dear Jose,
" The sky too is falling in on you
and it's all over now Baby Blue".
Note to my American Friends and others : apologies for the bewildering content of some of these football posts but if you're a life-long Manchester United fan - like me - things are as good as they get right now. M.
Friday, March 02, 2007
It Was Late Last Night , I Was Feeling Something Wasn't Right...
Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof
Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise
I don't even care what other people are there
I just stare and stare and stare
I see your shadow in the swimming pool
I see your face in the shaving mirror
Time and time and time again
I follow your footsteps so quietly up the backstairs
And I hope and I pray you're never going to find me there
Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night
Wish I could see you once again just to remember it was true
I want to be still beside you - quiet and still beside you
Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again
War baby - you were a
War baby - this means
War baby - I'm scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep putting me through
Thursday, March 01, 2007
St. David's Day - the Patron Saint Of Wales
Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau
Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd,
Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.
- Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad.
- Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
- O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.
Welsh National Anthem (Wales vs Ireland)
Just before the Irish got trampled into the sacred turf of the Millenium Stadium (to be followed by the English in 3 weeks time). This is about 1 mile away from my house ; a wonderful place to live.
