Darton 2017

It’s hard to believe

That this is the place

Where I was so happy long ago

The wanderer returns

And everything’s gone

Now whistling in the wind

A melancholy song

 

Oh Henrietta, where did you go?

Did time for you move quickly?

Or like me far too slow

And do you remember that love lived here?

 

The pit heads are flattened

Grass grows anew

For the benefit of the many

Or was it just the few?

Butchers and dress shop decay

Left miming like an actor

In another lost play

 

Oh Henrietta, where did you go?

Did time for you move quickly?

Or like me far too slow

And do you remember that love lived here?

 

I walk down the road

Now so empty inside

This stupid numb pain

Watching lives fill the puddles

In black water down the drain

These tumbleweed memories

The saddest refrain

 

Oh Henrietta, where did you go?

Did time for you move quickly?

Or like me far too slow

And do you remember that love lived here?

 

Hands Off Castledown

They tell you the school’s not worthy

But sister they don’t care

They’ve got a new covenant

And an ark that’s going spare

 

Cain slayed his brother

Or so the Bible says

And Noah rescued animals

While wearing an Egyptian fez

It’s art for ark sake

Hands off Castledown

We don’t want mini automatons

In a world that’s falling down

 

They’ll be sacrificing the first born

So sister it’s time to care

They’re taking lambs to the slaughter

In the emperor’s new underwear

 

Cain slayed his brother

Or so the Bible says

And Noah rescued animals

While wearing an Egyptian fez

It’s art for ark sake

Hands off Castledown

We don’t want mini automatons

In a world that’s falling down

 

They tell you there’s no option

But sister you still care

They’ll try a cruel diversion

With a SATuration scare

 

Cain slayed his brother

Or so the Bible says

And Noah rescued animals

While wearing an Egyptian fez

It’s art for ark sake

Hands off Castledown

We don’t want mini automatons

In a world that’s falling down

 

The contract is worth millions

But sister you won’t care

They’ll be shooting up on anything

Because tomorrow’s never there

 

Cain slayed his brother

Or so the Bible says

And Noah rescued animals

While wearing an Egyptian fez

It’s art for ark sake

Hands off Castledown

We don’t want mini automatons

In a world that’s falling down

 

 

 

Nomad Speaks

Remember that day when your father died

Lost in the moment you swallowed your pride

Embraced your loved ones blacker than white

A spirit stronger than hatred was at work that night

 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Remember that day when you found out the truth

Lost in the moment you didn’t need proof

All those tears shed on the Wall were shed in vain

In this life nothing learnt means nothing is gained

 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Remember that day when the axe came right down

Lost in the moment as it split open your crown

Blood ran in torrents across your eyes and your face

But the true love of others was your saving grace
 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Tears Won’t Wash Out a Word

Bad night

Woke in a deep depression

So bleak

Life is in a sad recession

Too many memories

Too many loved ones

Gone

Need to write myself out of it today

What do you say?

Guess I’m just human

And I’ll get by

I suppose

Remember it is true

Loyalty is valuable

But our lives are valuable too

 

The right words make you listen

In this cruel world

Any change of values I have got to write it down

They are destroying the Welfare State

I have got to write it down

It must not be forgotten

As long as I write it down

 

Bad day

Dealing with this depression

So bleak

Life is in a sad recession

Too many memories

Too many mistakes

Made

Need to write myself out of it today

What do you say?

Guess I’m just human

And I’ll get by

I suppose

Remember it is true

Honesty is valuable

But our lives are valuable too

 

The right words make you listen

In this cruel world

Any change of values I have got to write it down

They are destroying Palestine

I have got to write it down

It must not be forgotten

As long as I write it down

 

Bad month

Coping with this depression

So bleak

Life is in a sad recession

Too many memories

Too many bridges

Burned

Need to write myself out of it today

What do you say?

Guess I’m just human

And I’ll get by

I suppose

Remember it is true

Dignity is valuable

But our lives are valuable too

 

The right words make you listen

In this cruel world

Any change of values I have got to write it down

They are destroying the working class

I have got to write it down

It must not be forgotten

As long as I write it down

 

Bad year

Struggling with this depression

So bleak

Life is in a sad recession

Too many memories

Too many lovers

Lost

Need to write myself out of it today

What do you say?

Guess I’m just human

And I’ll get by

I suppose

Remember it is true

Sanctity is valuable

But our lives are valuable too

 

The right words make you listen

In this cruel world

Any change of values I have got to write it down

They are destroying the news agenda

I have got to write it down

It must not be forgotten

As long as I write it down

 

(Inspired by Nicola Young and David Bowie’s Fantastic Voyage)

Willow’s End

I’ll wait for you where the Willow bends

Where lives and deeds make no amends

Branches and leaves punctate the sky

Life races quickly

And the grey gulls fly

Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time

We drift this way and pass sublime

And sip our cup of blood red wine

 

I’ll wait for you where the fenland breaks

Where time releases our past mistakes

Branches and leaves punctate the sky

Life races quickly

And the grey gulls fly

Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time

The day it breaks and shadows fade

Into a life of light and shade

 

I’ll wait for you by the wooded glen

Where lovers search for the souls of men

Branches and leaves punctate the sky

Life races quickly

And the grey gulls fly

Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time

Turn and face the tangled weeds

Forget the curse of forgotten deeds

 

I’ll wait for you on the old brown moss

Where the water birds don’t count the cost

Branches and leaves punctate the sky

Life races quickly

And the grey gulls fly

Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time

Clouds of oblivion blow around my head

And we creep still closer to the living dead

 

I’ll wait for you where the seas cascade

Where life and death are not betrayed

Branches and leaves punctate the sky

Life races quickly

And the grey gulls fly

Talk to me, talk to me, we have such little time

Then drink to me at the graveside brae

And pray together for the passing day

One last time

On this lonely night

In the stardust of the fading light

You came to me in black and white

Embracing all my dreams

On the rising curve

Where the ways of life test every nerve

We won’t get anything we don’t deserve

Where we were born in time

 

You came, you saw

Just like the law

You bound up my heart

On a distant shore

I fell for you

And you for me

Our lives they were one

Now lost at sea

 

You are snow, I’m in the rain

You are beauty, I am plain

Oh my love, truer words

Have not been spoken or broken

In the hills of mystery

In the foggy web of destiny

You can have what’s left of me

Where we were born in time

 

Oh fragile flower

In an autumn shower

I watch you bloom

From my ivory tower

I’ll tend your needs

Pull the weeds

And fill our lives

With better deeds

 

 

 

 

Poem: Revolution 14

The time has come

We can take the flak

It belongs to us all

We’ve got to take it back

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Poverty is a putrid cancer

Sectarianism is obscene

Take home your nukes

They are not our scene

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

It’s time to end the 307

It’s time to grab the 45

Call an end to the upper chamber

Those in the Lords are barely alive

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Take the power from the rich

Give that power to the poor

Don’t give shelter to the bankers

We don’t need them anymore

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

Shelter for the homeless

And feed the hungry too

Education will unlock the door

We are many and you are few

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Time to move as one nation

Time to speak with one voice

We the people demand justice

Take away the other choice

No more voting for the ruling elite

No more bowing at their polished feet

Can you hear it?

Can you smell?

Can you sense it?

Revolution is in the air.

Poem: Song of Sorrow

They kill babes in their beds
Kids’ limbs torn to shreds
Old women left to die
With blood in their eye
They taunt them with terror
Then look at the horror
These people you see
Are like you and me

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

They crucified Christ
An ultimate heist
Everywhere they travelled
Their pain was unravelled
Under King David’s star
They wandered afar
Nowhere was home
And far did they roam

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

Even the Black Death
Was blamed on their breath
As babes were baptised
The Jew was despised
By Shakespeare and Shylock
No door could they unlock
From Poland to France
They tripped the death dance

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

In their millions they died
And in the ovens they fried
Then the arms of the world
Towards them unfurled
The final solution
Needed quick resolution
By the kind British hand
They were given their land

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

In the millions they came
Moses, Ruth, Abel and Cain
With gold pockets of money
To taste milk and honey
A rich land of ripe cereal
They found their state Israel
The West’s greatest friend
Which it would always defend

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

But something is wrong
As I sing you this song
The new land was just fine
It was called Palestine
But it belonged to some others
Who had been their brothers
And it is hard to forgive
When you have nowhere to live

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

For sixty years or more
Arabs were ground to the floor
They were crushed and berated
By the Jew they were hated
Their homes torn from them
Under beatings and phlegm
And their only base crime
Was to keep Palestine

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

Now time’s gone full circle
Gaza’s been sliced like a Berkel
The Zionists’ hate
Has closed the last gate
So innocent eyes
Stare with fear to the skies
The artillery shell
Introduces children to hell

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

So let us try to reflect
On our years of regret
Amid the killing and torture
We were eyeless in Warsaw
And like Pilate of old
Our guilt it was sold
The West washed its hand
Stealing another man’s land

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.

Now the Zionist state
Is so full of hate
That behind an iron shield
Its own hell does it wield
To kill and to maim
More lives still to claim
From near Calvary’s Cross
Their gain is our loss

Can you hear the missiles whine?
Like some hellish pantomime
Now is the time
Yes, it’s the time
To Free Palestine.