In The Shadow

“This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all”
You say.

Look around baby,
The world’s losing,
Its sense of order.
This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all.
Every shadow,
Looks different,
To you, to me.
Don’t go hiding,
Behind your favourite corner.
It still makes no sense at all,
This, here, today.
Surely, you must know,
The shadow is here today,
Gone tomorrow.
How then can you
Base every happiness,
On that one, alone,
Shadow in the dark?

“This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all”
I say.

The Words To This Song Are Already Taken

It’s a Thursday morning,
Music blares on the telly,
As I sit on my bean bag.
It’s Bob Marley once again.
I light up my cigarette;
The words are slow today,
But I don’t care!
The colours I see,
Just don’t go with
The weather of the day.
Maybe, there’s no song.
The phone beeps,
With a message I should see.
It’s about jazz funk.
With music everywhere,
I still sit on my beanbag,
Looking for the music in me.
But the words are real slow,
Don’t match the music within.
I should just go,
With Bob Marley;
Time to get up,
Stand up; Stand up
For my rights…
“Ah yes!” I say to myself,
And the smile’s only natural.

Ain’t Just Words

Solace and comfort,
In my arms aplenty.
You, my friend can
Seek them from me.

My spirit, they say,
Is quite infectious.
Won’t blame you,
If you feel it too.

Your blood-stained face,
Makes no difference to me.
You just need this shoulder,
This shoulder to lie on.

All questions can wait,
Oh… the world can wait;
Weep away, sigh away,
Sob and lie awake;
I will weep, sigh, sob
And lie awake with you,
Yes, I will.

Still Generous

Battered, tortured,
Witnessed by many;
Throw away the blanket,
You’ve got nothing to hide.
No, darling, there’s nothing worthwhile.

Nervous laughter,
Fills this room;
C’mon you know it’s not true,
I don’t feel blue.
No, darling, there’s nothing worthwhile.

Feels like growing up,
All over again…
The memory of the cocoon,
Still fresh, fresh.
No, darling, there’s nothing worthwhile.

Take your time,
Really fast.
Don’t make this last,
Coz it ain’t worth it.
No, darling, there’s nothing worthwhile.

This volcano sleeps, rests…
Don’t shake it,
Don’t wake it.