Don't think.

A wandering mind full of thoughts that don't help me
An unshaven face full of creases and misery
Life runs so fast but the pace I'm not keeping
I spend all my days either working or sleeping

People are talking demanding and wanting
Their faces in dreams they repeat like a haunting
Why cant they see life is not about hating?
For what special moment do they think they are waiting?

I carry some pictures of times that meant most to me
They capture my heart and the people so close to me
They remind me of life so I am not left alone
Perhaps I won't find that place they call home.

So keep all your nagging your bookwork and heartaches
Life never comes with instructions or park brakes
Work every day it's your life you are grieving,
It's not going to work if you don't start believing.

 

Fanfare for the common man

I don't drink Champagne from a cut crystal glass and my name does not have a hyphen
I don't have a Bidet to splash up my ass or have speeding fines I blame the wife on
I don't argue with cops in a Downing street tiff that cost more than Shropshire's whole budget
I don't get all excited if I'm offered a spliff and my expenses are paid I cant fudge it.

I have common sense that came with my birth, I cant speak with a plum in my mouth,
I watch older men with considerable girth, say we're poorer in North than in South.
But we don't have queues that go on for weeks and up here we talk to each other,
We chat in the pubs and laugh at the heroes you worship on fucking Big Brother.

You build a new railway that nobody wants with money you really don't have,
You think that its clever to splash all our cash, like a legalised bully or Chav.  
So #hs2 is coming our way... well not if you live in the West, one train a day, not going your way,
is still all you pray for at best.
Ignore all the voices that say "please don't do it"... remember how rich you can get?
Lining pockets of gentry with land they were given, by The Normans who ain't finished yet.

The committees you form to pour lots of scorn on how the last government failed,
Cost in excess of the budgets you set, for the whole of Scotland and Wales.
Your schools are failing, the kids are just fucked, so tired their childhood is missed,
While the rest of the services suffer from meddling, I swear I'd do better half pissed.

But look at our people, we shout from each steeple its always the government's doing,
Then we moan at the rules that are made by these fools, but its only ourselves we are screwing
So stop all the moaning and looking for blame, its a terrible American culture
Those scavenging lawyers that sue you for breathing, are a bunch of scavenging vultures.

Will this story of mine that I put into rhyme make a difference? I hardly think not,
For those Southern bred toffs will laugh and they'll scoff, while the rest of us simply just rot.
So fuck all the manners, the nice smiles and spammers, who pester us all night and day,
I will do like you all, just sit moaning and call you all bastards while taking my pay.